Fascinating ramble: Last night I spent a couple of hours listening to Frank Ocean and reading every post on his Tumblr. This turn of events came after a long afternoon of cleaning, working, chatting with friends, etc. and I went into major reflection mode. I came across my Bikini Kill zines yesterday while organizing and thought about how much of an influence they had on my life; riot grrrl forever changed my perspective.
Remember Live Journal? I used to write, write, & write on there as a teen and it was always so honest and fun. You’d share with your friends the things that were exciting or bringing you down, or simply photos of gooftastic times. When I started university I was a double major in journalism & women’s studies, has no one read Kantian theory? The wrong people are too often rewarded. I wasn’t born into money, thank you very much. BTW, the city I grew up in had a gang – Sangra – as a result the term homie was locked into my vernacular forever. Did you read that piece on hipster racism?
This is already too long for you to read, isn’t it? Thinking about something I don’t want to do on Monday but have to. I’ll tell you about it sometime. I wish people could keep their cool. I am really happy in 2012. I don’t care about expensive purses or what I don’t have, finally! Lots of love to you my dear friends. Tell me something cool, why dontcha?
Thanks Frank for making Dream Killa