I'm Stray, or Jeff if you want to get familiar. I'm an artist, music maker, aspiring writer, goofball, geek, nerd, and dork. I design graphics for t-shirts for money.This blog is mainly for my own artwork. I also make daily confessions and daily music posts. Art posted in my blog is mine unless otherwise noted.
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Really loving this cartoon so far. It reminds of how when you’re growing up making friends had nothing to do with common interests or personalities, you just made friends with whoever was roughly the same age as you in your neighborhood and would play with you. You had fun with whoever was available.
Just like any black male with vaguely similar hair.
One time some friends and I were seeing some comedy at The Laugh Factory, and Brody Stevens was hosting and he made a joke about us “Hey look Bloc Party is here!” and he kept calling back to that throughout the night. And then after the show we’re getting ready to go Jay Davis, who is a stand-up and promoter and hosts shows at Laugh Factory gave me his card and thanked me for stopping by and told me to give him a call anytime I was coming in and yadda yadda. I was like oh shit this guy took Brody Stevens seriously (of all people) and thinks I’m the guy from Bloc Party.
I guess I could’ve conned my way into some VIP situations, but all it would’ve taken was one person to be like “That’s not the guy from Bloc Party, that’s nobody.” and it would’ve just been a really awkward situation.
IT’S NOT A TWO MORE! (that’s a very funny Kindergarten Cop reference for all you youngins who might not get it)
bloop 1) For like 15 years I bought the same pair of shoes, Dickies Vulcans, just because they cost $20, were reasonably comfortable, and I didn’t particularly care about shoes that much, and I don’t really like that many styles of shoes. Like a year ago I finally bought a different pair of shoes when my old ones wore out. They are gray Airwalk shoes, I don’t know what they’re specifically called.
and bloop 2) Speaking of shoes, I can’t wear those Converse shoes everybody wears, or anything similar, they’re so uncomfortable for me and hurt my feet.
So I’ve been video-taping my dog with my laptop cam when I leave so I can monitor his behavior when I’m not around. But I got home and totally forgot about it and ended up recording myself working on the computer for hours.
So here is a few minutes of candid video of me
-Singing along to Metronomy
-Making frustrated/confused faces because I’m failing at art
I don’t know, this is dumb and boring to post probably, I’ll delete it later
I saw Snowpiercer, with Chris Evans, Tilda Swinton, Jamie Bell, Song Kang-ho and Octavia Spencer among others.
If you haven’t seen it totally check it out so you can be like “Oh that’s why he had a shoe on his head.”
What is up with how I talk
This is the first part of what will hopefully become a series of short episodes about the online dating scene in Winnipeg, MB, because it is a real treat let me tell you.
I look forward to this.
You don’t know how many pictures I have to take with my dog to get some where both our heads are not blurry or making weird faces. Like a million.
Today is one of those post workout days where I’m feeling like do I REALLY need to be in good shape? It’s not like I’m going to fight crime or anything. I don’t NEED to feel this sore.
But I’m going to stick with it, because who knows, maybe I can fight crime, I can’t rule that out.
When I say people want to see more diversity in stories, no, I really don’t mean different stories about straight white dudes. I really, really don’t mean that at all. This isn’t about types of stories being told. This is specifically about people. I’m not letting you make this about something else. You are not hijacking this message to make sure we’re still talking about straight white dudes.
The saga continues:
This made me actually sputter with frustration. Saliva exited my mouth. Why do you think your opinion SHOULD matter on this subject? Why should your opinion be given the same weight over people who are actually living these experiences? Especially when my original point was about how minorities rarely get to tell their own stories. I’ve been really patient with him but he’s taken up way too much of my time and he’s still missing the point like he’s trying to actively avoid it.
Hey, fellow straight, cis, white dudes, learn when to shut the fuck up.
Isn’t having our stories told in every form of media almost all of the time enough? Nobody needs to hear our side. They’ve fucking heard it.
a girl at our school got dresscoded for wearing this shirt because it promotes bullying
but a guy at our school was able to wear this shirt and our principal thought it was funny when he saw it
I saw a version of that bottom shirt that said "Cool story hoe… now suck it again", which kinda blew my mind that someone would wear that, but it kinda sums up misogyny in a nutshell.
Most girls are relentlessly told that we will be treated how we demand to be treated. If we want respect, we must respect ourselves.
This does three things. Firstly, it gets men off the hook for being held accountable for how they treat women. And secondly, it makes women feel that the mistreatment and sometimes outright violence they face due to their gender is primarily their fault. And thirdly, it positions women to be unable to speak out against sexism because we are made to believe any sexism we experience would not have happened if we had done something differently.
I cannot demand a man to respect me. No more than I can demand that anybody do anything. I can ask men to be nice to me. But chances are if I even have to ask he does not care to be nice. I can express displeasure when I’m not being respected. But that doesn’t solve the issue that I was disrespected in the first place.
I can choose to not deal with a man once he proves to be disrespectful and/or sexist. But even that does not solve the initial problem of the fact that I had to experience being disrespected in the first place.
As a young girl, I wish that instead of being told that I needed to demand respect from men that I had been told that when I am not respected by men that it’s his fault and not mine. But that would require that we quit having numerous arbitrary standards for what it means to be a “respectable” woman. It would mean that I am not judged as deserving violence based on how I speak, what I wear, what I do, and who I am.