…by Poor Boyz Productions (Hermosa Beach, California)
This one was filmed in Detroit.
My grandfather was a Filipino Catholic priest.
I’m not an expert on the religion, but I do know that priests are allowed to get married.
One time when I was little, a lesbian couple wanted to get married in our neighbourhood to which my grandfather was willing to do. I’m not sure what his personal reservations were on the matter, but he did it.
The wedding took place at their home (which we were living in at the time as well).
My parents took me out during that day. My father said, “We just didn’t want you to see something so immoral.”
My mother just kind of went along with it.
I didn’t really “get” what was so “immoral” about it. I just kind of went along because we were going to see a movie that I have been wanting to see and they were finally going to take me to see it.
I think maybe why it took me so long to accept that part of myself that has always been attracted to women.
I want to say “parenting fail” but the truth of the matter is, it’s also up to me to accept myself regardless the voice of society’s noise.
In reality no one person is to blame… but perception is to blame.
I think I will just blame conservative bass-ackwards way of thinking.
Better yet, I’ll blame institutionalized ways of thinking.
Be judgemental. Be an idiotist.
“Yeah so the whole school was in the auditorium and we were all quiet because we were waiting for the presentation… I really needed fart but I held it in… Then I sneezed and farted at the same time. Needless to say, I was the opening act.”
At a swimming pool in a TO catholic public school.
Dude 1: Yo… that guys’ wearing speedo trunks. Is he gay?
Dude 2: I think so. I don’t know I’m not sure. I heard he is gay though.
Dude 1: Well he’s wearing speedos…
Dude: Yeah, he’s probably gay.
The speedo dude was my friend. The two dudes talking were also my friend. I told the speedo guy and we kind of laughed about it.
He is, indeed, gay.
He came out the following week… and he was super loud about being a fag.
He got my respect for that (at 16 to be in-your-face-fag in a catholic school?!? That takes some serious BALLS!)
I have a half shaved head with red and blonde highlights. I also have a head tattoo on the shaved bit of my head.
A guy approached me, “Yo! You’re like the most fearless bad-ass I’ve ever known.”
I have never met him. I don’t know him nor does he know me AT ALL. I got pegged as a fearless bad-ass because of my style.
I’m still scared of the dark. I hate bugs and big dogs. Those things scare the shit out of me.
There’s some truths to stereotypes that make way for falsehoods.
Just chatted with some dude on my way to coffee shop.
“My dad discriminates me for my disability. He makes life harder for me by throwing around my shit.”
…He’s working well…functioning well… and was nice…
He just goes on seizures at random every now and then.
I did peer tutoring back in school and one thing I learned is that learning “disabilities” weren’t really disabilities. it’s just a learning style.
The problem with the educational system is that it only caters well to one particular kind of learning and everything else is classified as “high risk” or “disability.”
So, children/people fitting outside the usual categories get ostracized and eventually they buy into the way of thinking that they’re “useless.”
What’s worse is that people managing these kids/people treat them like less of a human being and/or in a patronizing manner which is counter-productive to ANYONE’s development.
See what I mean when I say we’re in a world full of “leaders” that think like followers?
“Kids are naturally curious…they only learned to be frightened of those differences when an adult influences them to behave that way…that censors that natural curiosity or reigns in asking those questions in hopes of them being polite little kids.”
- Aimee Mullins
Also, I’d like to make a note that a bunch of gay men bullied him so when he was talking about them he was referring to them as “faggots.”
I’m bi. I’m technically a faggot. I did not get offended. It’s all in the context and the power of words are only as strong as the power you give it.
and check out this model, Winnie Harlow:
Check out the full article on Fab Fem here
PS. This is why I think Haute Couture is one of the highest forms of creativity.
…is dubbed the “underwater river” in Mexico. It goes straight down about 200 ft.
It’s about an hour ride away from Playa del Carmen.
A cenote is a natural pit, or sinkhole resulting from the collapse of limestone bedrock that exposes groundwater underneath. (Wikipedia)
The cloudy-like matter is hydrogen sulfide. It results from bacterial breakdown of organic matter in the absence of oxygen. It’s mostly harmless to humans (smelled like rotten eggs though), but continuous exposure to it could result in health risks.
…either way, if you decide to go, I would say it’s health well worth risking for.
Read more about Cenote Angelita here
At a party:
“What are you?”
“I helped out with the decor.”
“No. I mean like, your background.”
“Oh, I’ve been living here 12 years, but I’m Filipino.”
“Oh my God. My white guy friend married a Filipina woman. She’s so cool. Like, she’s amazing.”
That’s great. I don’t give a fuck.
I spoke to a bunch of Japanese guys about their culture and how they say, “Fuck You” or like when they’re pissed, what do they do. One guy said, “Oh, we don’t say anything. We’re really quiet and then we go home and write about it.”
A friend of mine said that Filipina women are like the Latinas of Asia = crazy bitches (proud to be one when called for).
I couldn’t really pull out the crazy bitch card on this mofo since I was just annoyed more than anything.
So I guess it’s safe to say that when I’m annoyed, I’m probably more Japanese than Filipino.