Hey here’s a thing: Don’t call attention to things you hate. Don’t talk about how much you hate it either.
No audience = No power
Remember that time someone threw a copy of NBA Street Jams or whatever the hell into my backyard? I sure do.
Yay completed poster wall. The one on the bottom left is very special because I made it myself! It’s not perfect but it’s the image hanging above little Gomez here:
Foolish Exorcism Attempt
You can see this and a bunch of other awesome halloweeny paintings on the 17th at Ritual Ritual, located at 819 N. 2nd st, philadelphia PA for the INFERNALE show from 6-10 pm!
rEMembEr GaMe? I lOVE kInGu herd
i LOVE sarta
dooNad is king
Who knew some of the most beautiful game soundtracks I’d ever hear were hiding away on home computers I’ve had or will play my entire life. SHEESH
As a 25-year-old person who has a penis attached to his body and enjoys people who also have a penis attached to their bodies in sexual ways, I feel like I might be able to offer some advice to kids and teens who are perhaps being pressured to come out on National Coming Out Day.
For the love of god, don’t do it unless you feel secure in yourself and confident in how your friends and family will react. If you know they will react negatively, do not give them a reason to hate you or hurt you. Instead, keep it under your hat until you are able to get as far away from them as possible.
When my friends got inklings that I was a bisexual person, they began to treat me differently. Not in overtly negative ways, but in dismissive, patronizing, and embarrassing ways. Constant passive-agressive jokes aimed in my general direction, constant pressure to open up to them about my sexual tastes. Which, as far as I’m concerned, are yours to keep as private as you like. It’s goddamn personal.
Just to be clear: I am not the least bit ashamed to be gay or bi or whatever the hell you label it. I am simply afraid of people and their seemingly persistent need to meddle in the affairs of others. Nor am I proud. It’s simply apart of me, like my blonde hair and Irish heritage. I didn’t choose it and I didn’t make it, so I don’t celebrate it. Reducing one’s identity to solely that of their sexuality does a disservice to them as a multifaceted, virbrant human being.
I know it’s seen as a positive thing to come out through and through and it absolutely can be…but your results may vary. Mine did.
Needless to say, years after coming out (in very casual, nondescript ways mind you), I’ve gotten new friends and I keep that topic out of conversation with my family. I feel much less persecuted as a semi-closeted homosexual-type person, but ultimately I wish I had never come out at all. There are zero reasons why someone like my best friend or father needs to know that I like penises and that I one day might bring home someone I love who happens to be in possession of one. It’s trivial.
For the insecure, for the fearful, for those hiding in closets surrounded by demons and dickheads, stay there until you know it’s safe to come out. Giving in to the feel-good popular opinion of out=good is dangerous and foolhardy. Coming out might work well for a well-taken-care-of celebrity or athlete with bodyguards and image consultants and a litany of fans, but for an awkward kid with poor social skills and shitty friends growing up in south jersey? Nah.
Ya’ll know that this game is creepily subversive and incredibly important, right?
My face when I discovered MSX2 and Sharp X68000 soundtracks proper
MUSIC TASTE =|= EVOLVED
It’s a very special night for primetime network television.