During the last few days of lazy googling, I came across the song "Pansexual" by Mono Mono, also known as the artist Jeffrey Beringer, a self-identified pansexual. Beringer lives and creates his art in the San Diego/Tijuana borderlands area. The song is in Spanish and I assumed this guy was Mexican, but he's actually an Anglo American.
If you understand Spanish, you'll be in for a good giggle. This song brings a big grin to my face. Every time you hear "cojo," think the English word "fuck." The song's definition of pansexuality is a little...broad? Or you can think about it this way: this song is about pansexuality in the way the Katy Perry's "I Kissed a Girl" is about bisexuality. Which is to say, it's not very much about that at all. But it's got a great beat and it's really fun.
Especially enjoyable is the mini-chorus "Cojo entonces existo"--> "I fuck, therefore I am." hahahaha
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Monday, August 11, 2008
Monday, August 4, 2008
WaHo :: Athens Boys Choir
This weekend, Dylan introduced me to Athens Boys Choir, and now I'm totally hooked. I looked up everything I could about this guy (he's a "single, white, _____") and downloaded a bunch of his stuff (which led me to watch all these videos of FtM guys describing their transitions...I fell into this big YouTube portal for about an hour and just now emerged from it).
Anyway, Athens Boys Choir is so cool! I'm putting up "WaHo," but you should also listen to "Fagette." <---- excellent! but NSFW!!!
Anyway, Athens Boys Choir is so cool! I'm putting up "WaHo," but you should also listen to "Fagette." <---- excellent! but NSFW!!!
Monday, July 7, 2008
I Held Her in My Arms :: The Violent Femmes
Sorry for so many "golden oldies," people! It seems as though nowadays I am more oriented to the past. I think it's because my life is very much in transition and it's easier for me to think about the past than deal with the present.
Anyway, I am going to share this very special song with you. And I'll let you know that this is no ordinary song for me. I cannot hear this song without feeling a wave of pleasurable tension washing over me. Yes, I said "pleasurable tension." In my mind, this song is permanently fused with the feelings I had the first time another girl and I got all cuddly. We were drunk, it was our freshman year of college... it was magic. But mostly in my mind. And this song was playing on the stereo.
I can't even remember
If we were lovers
Or if I just wanted to
But I held her in my arms
I held her in my arms
I held her in my arms
But it wasn't you
Lyrics:
Anyway, I am going to share this very special song with you. And I'll let you know that this is no ordinary song for me. I cannot hear this song without feeling a wave of pleasurable tension washing over me. Yes, I said "pleasurable tension." In my mind, this song is permanently fused with the feelings I had the first time another girl and I got all cuddly. We were drunk, it was our freshman year of college... it was magic. But mostly in my mind. And this song was playing on the stereo.
I can't even remember
If we were lovers
Or if I just wanted to
But I held her in my arms
I held her in my arms
I held her in my arms
But it wasn't you
Lyrics:
Im gnawing on the knowledge
That I have been burnt
And Im learning things that i
Shouldve already learnt
Everyone I ever knew
Was so kind and coy
I was with a girl
But it felt like I was with a boy
I cant even remember
If we were lovers
Or if I just wanted to
But I held her in my arms
I held her in my arms
I held her in my arms
But it wasnt you
I will not kill
The one thing that I love
In this world of wreckage
I look above
Help me lord
Help me understand
What it means to be a boy
What it means to be a man
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Joining U :: Alanis Morissette
I just realized that in all the confusion of the week, I forgot to post... sorry!
I've been having more luck mining my past for inspiration than finding new good stuff... double sorry for that.
I've been rocking out to some old Alanis Morissette. "Joining U" is one of my favorite songs- I really wish this had been one of her hits, not songs like, "Hand in My Pocket" or "21 Reasons."
"Joining U" is about a young man who was thinking about killing himself because he's gay. This YouTube video is great because it gives all the lyrics. I love how Alanis puts it out there that being gay is not all you are. You are not your country, your culture, your leaders, your labels... Those things that other people use to define you are just their words. It's not who you are.
I've been having more luck mining my past for inspiration than finding new good stuff... double sorry for that.
I've been rocking out to some old Alanis Morissette. "Joining U" is one of my favorite songs- I really wish this had been one of her hits, not songs like, "Hand in My Pocket" or "21 Reasons."
"Joining U" is about a young man who was thinking about killing himself because he's gay. This YouTube video is great because it gives all the lyrics. I love how Alanis puts it out there that being gay is not all you are. You are not your country, your culture, your leaders, your labels... Those things that other people use to define you are just their words. It's not who you are.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
detachable penis :: king missile
I fucking love this song. There's really nothing more to say other than it makes me smile. The video is the uncensored version, so don't watch it if fake cocks freak you out. You've been warned.
I woke up this morning with a bad hangover
And my penis was missing again.
This happens all the time.
It's detachable.
This comes in handy a lot of the time.
I can leave it home, when I think
it's gonna get me in trouble,
or I can rent it out, when I don't need it.
But now and then I go to a party, get drunk,
and the next morning I can't for the life of me
remember what I did with it.
First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn't find it.
So I called up the place where the party was,
they hadn't seen it either.
I asked them to check the medicine cabinet
'cause for some reason I leave it there sometimes
But not this time.
So I told them if it pops up to let me know.
I called a few people who were at the party,
but they were no help either.
I was starting to get desperate.
I really don't like being without my penis for too long.
It makes me feel like less of a man,
and I really hate having to sit down
every time I take a leak.
After a few hours of searching the house,
and calling everyone I could think of,
I was starting to get very depressed,
so I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast.
Then, as I walked down Second Avenue
towards St. Mark's Place,
where all those people sell used books
and other junk on the street,
I saw my penis lying on a blanket
next to a broken toaster oven.
Some guy was selling it.
I had to buy it off him.
He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I
talked him down to seventeen.
I took it home, washed it off,
and put it back on. I was happy again. Complete.
People sometimes tell me I should get
it permanently attached,
but I don't know.
Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ass,
I like having a detachable penis.
I woke up this morning with a bad hangover
And my penis was missing again.
This happens all the time.
It's detachable.
This comes in handy a lot of the time.
I can leave it home, when I think
it's gonna get me in trouble,
or I can rent it out, when I don't need it.
But now and then I go to a party, get drunk,
and the next morning I can't for the life of me
remember what I did with it.
First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn't find it.
So I called up the place where the party was,
they hadn't seen it either.
I asked them to check the medicine cabinet
'cause for some reason I leave it there sometimes
But not this time.
So I told them if it pops up to let me know.
I called a few people who were at the party,
but they were no help either.
I was starting to get desperate.
I really don't like being without my penis for too long.
It makes me feel like less of a man,
and I really hate having to sit down
every time I take a leak.
After a few hours of searching the house,
and calling everyone I could think of,
I was starting to get very depressed,
so I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast.
Then, as I walked down Second Avenue
towards St. Mark's Place,
where all those people sell used books
and other junk on the street,
I saw my penis lying on a blanket
next to a broken toaster oven.
Some guy was selling it.
I had to buy it off him.
He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I
talked him down to seventeen.
I took it home, washed it off,
and put it back on. I was happy again. Complete.
People sometimes tell me I should get
it permanently attached,
but I don't know.
Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ass,
I like having a detachable penis.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Rich, White and Gay :: Adhamh Roland
Tomorrow I will be traveling back to Luther. Since I will be in a car for a large portion of the day, I decided it would be better to just blog now while I know I have spare time. Lucky blog reader you, you get two songs in a day!
I love Riotfolk. Nothing like an anti-profit radical collective of musicians and artists. My friend Mugsie introduced me to Adhamh Roland from riotfolk, and I got sucked in to the entire collective. Today I'm posting the first song by Adhamh Roland I ever heard, it's called "rich, white and gay" but if you enjoy it and have spare time to mess around on the internet, I suggest checking out the website and the other musicians.
What I love about this song is that Adhamh was able to articulate many of my frustrations with the "gay community" and the type of change that is being fought for by many of the big "glbt" organizations. I get really fed up with gays who don't realize that race, class, gender, sexuality, etc are all connected. I truly believe that it's not possible to have "equality" unless we deal with all of the -isms, not just the ones that directly apply to us. I'm gonna stop there or ya'll will end up reading pages of me ranting about the shortcomings of assimilationist activism, and really, the song says it more concisely than I do anyways. I really can't pick any favorite lyrics, the whole thing is pretty fabulous. I'll leave it at "thanks H.R.C. for being my advocate."
Click here to hear the song. That's right, click on "click here" in the last sentence. I wasn't able to find it in a format where I could embed it in the post. I'm sure if I had more computer techie know-how it would've happened, but alas, you'll have to deal with multiple windows instead.
well, what do you see of the gay mainstream?
queer eye, queer folk—it’s queer t.v.
and you say ‘oh my goodness look how far we’ve come’
but that all depends on where you’re coming from
chorus:
‘cause when you say ‘we’
i think i know what you mean
it’s that rich, white, gay and lesbian
so called community
it’s the folks who wanna end housing discrimination
but ban youth shelters in the name of beautification
who think their partners should have health coverage to share
but don’t give a damn ‘bout universal health care
who fight in the courts for tougher hate crimes
but think the racist system is working just fine
‘cause it’s o.k. to haul off to jail the homeless and the youth
people of color, trannys, sex workers too
as long as it’s not people like you
then you can maintain you’re agenda
that benefits the few
it’s a gay mainstream that votes anti-poor
as long as civil unions are accounted for
they don’t seem to see their obvious connections
between race, class, ability, and gender expression
they don’t think of the black drag queens that battled for us all
hurlin’ high heels at the cops outside of stonewall
when they vote to put more pigs on the streets
and never hear about the people that they beat
‘cause the human rights campaign is sponsored by nike and coors
who violate everybody’s rights but yours
they claim to advocate for queers and trannys
and then don’t write them into nondiscrimination policies
they even endorsed a republican candidate
thanks h.r.c. for bein’ my advocate
it’s the log cabins, the don’t ask don’t tell
it’s consumerisms choice demographic to sell
it’s climbin’ up the ladder leavin’ everyone behind
it’s the best pecking order capitalism can find
it’s the upwardly mobile that want to marry
it’s the strict butch/femme dichotomy
it’s queers who equate true equality
with straight privilege like shows on t.v.
as long as the butt of the jokes are still based on misogyny
and the lead roles are straight in reality
it’s a slap in the face to kioshi
and every other liberation warrior since the sixties
and anyone ever arrested on your street
cuz they might lower the value of your property
when you say we
i think i know what you mean
it’s that rich, white, gay and lesbian so called....
well it’s not the trannys, it’s not the dykes
it’s not anyone who’s not white
it’s not the whores, not the fags
not asians, latinas, natives, or blacks
it’s not the homeless, the deaf or blind
it’s not fake cocks or chests that bind
it’s not the fat folks, or the freaks
or any combination of any sort of identity
except that rich, white, gay
that rich, white, and gay
that rich, white, gay ...
...and sometimes lesbian
so called community
I love Riotfolk. Nothing like an anti-profit radical collective of musicians and artists. My friend Mugsie introduced me to Adhamh Roland from riotfolk, and I got sucked in to the entire collective. Today I'm posting the first song by Adhamh Roland I ever heard, it's called "rich, white and gay" but if you enjoy it and have spare time to mess around on the internet, I suggest checking out the website and the other musicians.
What I love about this song is that Adhamh was able to articulate many of my frustrations with the "gay community" and the type of change that is being fought for by many of the big "glbt" organizations. I get really fed up with gays who don't realize that race, class, gender, sexuality, etc are all connected. I truly believe that it's not possible to have "equality" unless we deal with all of the -isms, not just the ones that directly apply to us. I'm gonna stop there or ya'll will end up reading pages of me ranting about the shortcomings of assimilationist activism, and really, the song says it more concisely than I do anyways. I really can't pick any favorite lyrics, the whole thing is pretty fabulous. I'll leave it at "thanks H.R.C. for being my advocate."
Click here to hear the song. That's right, click on "click here" in the last sentence. I wasn't able to find it in a format where I could embed it in the post. I'm sure if I had more computer techie know-how it would've happened, but alas, you'll have to deal with multiple windows instead.
well, what do you see of the gay mainstream?
queer eye, queer folk—it’s queer t.v.
and you say ‘oh my goodness look how far we’ve come’
but that all depends on where you’re coming from
chorus:
‘cause when you say ‘we’
i think i know what you mean
it’s that rich, white, gay and lesbian
so called community
it’s the folks who wanna end housing discrimination
but ban youth shelters in the name of beautification
who think their partners should have health coverage to share
but don’t give a damn ‘bout universal health care
who fight in the courts for tougher hate crimes
but think the racist system is working just fine
‘cause it’s o.k. to haul off to jail the homeless and the youth
people of color, trannys, sex workers too
as long as it’s not people like you
then you can maintain you’re agenda
that benefits the few
it’s a gay mainstream that votes anti-poor
as long as civil unions are accounted for
they don’t seem to see their obvious connections
between race, class, ability, and gender expression
they don’t think of the black drag queens that battled for us all
hurlin’ high heels at the cops outside of stonewall
when they vote to put more pigs on the streets
and never hear about the people that they beat
‘cause the human rights campaign is sponsored by nike and coors
who violate everybody’s rights but yours
they claim to advocate for queers and trannys
and then don’t write them into nondiscrimination policies
they even endorsed a republican candidate
thanks h.r.c. for bein’ my advocate
it’s the log cabins, the don’t ask don’t tell
it’s consumerisms choice demographic to sell
it’s climbin’ up the ladder leavin’ everyone behind
it’s the best pecking order capitalism can find
it’s the upwardly mobile that want to marry
it’s the strict butch/femme dichotomy
it’s queers who equate true equality
with straight privilege like shows on t.v.
as long as the butt of the jokes are still based on misogyny
and the lead roles are straight in reality
it’s a slap in the face to kioshi
and every other liberation warrior since the sixties
and anyone ever arrested on your street
cuz they might lower the value of your property
when you say we
i think i know what you mean
it’s that rich, white, gay and lesbian so called....
well it’s not the trannys, it’s not the dykes
it’s not anyone who’s not white
it’s not the whores, not the fags
not asians, latinas, natives, or blacks
it’s not the homeless, the deaf or blind
it’s not fake cocks or chests that bind
it’s not the fat folks, or the freaks
or any combination of any sort of identity
except that rich, white, gay
that rich, white, and gay
that rich, white, gay ...
...and sometimes lesbian
so called community
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