I'm a fat brown cis male queer, humorless feminist, tender queer, late 20's college student. This is a blog about people of color solidarity, queer separatism, body positivity, dismantling the white supremacist capitalist cisheteropatriarchy and general insurrection. This blog is a manifestation of my fat, brown, queer rage.
I also run the body positive blogs fuckyeahchubbyguysofcolor and fatnudes, if you're into that sort of thing.
and, gurl, it did not go well. She said that she has stopped saying the n word(and bragged that her friend has a timer on his phone to count how long it’s been since she last said it[gag]), although she said it a handful of times during the meeting. She said, at least three times, “I apologize if I hurt your feelings,” but refused to apologize publicly or issue a statement.
During the conversation I was so nice that I wanted to fucking slap myself. I told her that a white person dressing up like a nazi and shouting racist slurs in a room full of white people isn’t shocking or transgressive(y’all, that’s just what nazis do). I told her that I believe she can actually be transgressive and challenge oppression from her position. For a second I believed that she wasn’t a monster, just a foolish person with tons of unchecked racism and privilege. She informed us that we’d have to agree to disagree about whether or not her actions are problematic, and that she wouldn’t apologize publicly because she’s “a clown.”
We’re done begging for scraps of community. We’re calling for a national protest of Sharon Needles and the clubs who host her. We’ve created a tumblr for the purposes of organizing these protests.
Hey, white tumblr queers! Remember that time you reblogged our announcement about the protest in Atlanta and said, “Aw, shucks! Too far!” Well, she’s likely coming to your town so you need to get your shit together and join us.
Follow Hell No, Sharon Needles for updates!
Also, here’s an article about today’s conversation.
LGBTQ* History and Vintage Photographs You Should Know
Greenwich Village Drag Ball circa 1920s (photograph)
Balls were elaborate festivals for the who’s who of society. They were also the queerest scene in town, bringing forth drag performers, the lgbtq* community, celebrating sexual identity and gender expression.
Rippling thighs slap against my cheeks,
bush in my nose, nipples pinched by strong fingers.
I worship men with beards in dresses.
Grind on me. Make weird baby animal noises.
Smell my hair. Taste my fingers. Call me names.
I’ll kiss your biohazard tattoo, I’ll grope you on the train, I’ll gag on it.
“Francis Renault was an active and popular ‘femme mimic’ from the early 1900s to the 1950s. He was born Antonio Auriemma in Naples Italy on September 5, 1895. He grew up in Providence, Rhode Island, where, after a show, he reportedly met and was inspired by the great Edwardian female impersonator Julian Eltinge. Francis made his vaudeville reputation impersonating Lillian Russell, the great American beauty whose career and pulchritude spanned decades before and after the turn of the twentieth century. Like Lillian, he wore gorgeous gowns. His investment in gowns was extensive, tallying in the tens of thousands of dollars. At some theatres like the Palace, his costumes were displayed in theatre lobbies, where women could get a closer look at their richness and craftsmanship. Unlike Eltinge, Renault was in the habit of wearing his female costumes on the street of the various cities and towns where he toured. This created a great deal of publicity for his show, but frequently incensed local authorities. He was arrested and released on several occasions for female impersonation, notably in Dallas and Atlanta.” – From Vaudeville Old & New, An Encyclopedia of Variety Performers in America, Vol 1, by Frank Cullen with Florence Hackman and Donald McNeilly (2006).