So I’ve been working on my music lately. I think it’s actually been working on me. Sigh… I need a break. It’s really maddening. The music has a life of its own, and it’s going to take its time.
Here is a new track by Europa Sunset, my new band. It’s called Boca Raton.
Listen/purchase: Simple Girl by Europa Sunset
OK, 90’s nostalgia over.
I’m working on my first album or record or whatever you kids of unspecified gender are calling them these days. It’s totes awesome! I have a Band name and theme and great music and everything. Now your only job is to figure out what to call yourselves as my loyal followers. Something like Pope-heads or Parishioners or something. Get to work!!!
Bye! Love you all!
I love this! Preach to the sinners oh queen of drag!
If a computer had to learn what differentiates males and females, I think its algorithm would be incredibly different based on the group of people it studied. For example if it was using Portland as its sample group, it might look first to facial hair as a large percentage of men here have beards. If it then took this algorithm to LA it might misgender a ton of men without beards as women.
I think it’s important to consider the relativity of gender norms when trying to “pass” as a gender.
I’m at Townshend’s Tea House on Alberta in Portland. The tea-rista has a shirt with a big MTV logo on it. Can you be cool/ironic/retro about MTV yet? I thought it was still kind of the devil.
Tomorrow is a big day. I need all the help I can get. I want to have an awesome day. Hope.
In case you missed it, last week’s Threads of Gender Podcast is up! News, Views, and the Blues of being Trans http://www.hipcast.com/podcast/HqjwN9GQ
Super Mario Bros. could be a really cool cyberpunk flick. It’s directed by the folks who did the Max Headroom TV show. ☯93APR
I love life. It’s been a fucking dramatic ass roller coaster so far, but shit, it’s pretty good right now. I met a beautiful woman that I fell in love with. You know, I talk to her so much now, I don’t have any energy left to talk to the random Internet social cloud being anymore. It’s terrible. Here I am this semi-respectable unknown blogger who writes a lot of manic nonsense to her adoring peanut gallery, and I go and get all loved up and silent! I’m a failure…
Anyway, y’all is my people. I found my voice on this page.
The rage was assuaged
for the sage
that pens poems here,
by all the perfect, pretty clicks
of hearts to note
that we all need a friend
who bends ends to meet means
and give the digital hug
from which we all have been weaned
in this the new millennial stew
where I met you