constant escape
winter withered, warm
Makes me think of that party scene from Sorry to Bother You.
hahaha, really???
have you ever been to a rocky horror production? where they make the newbies come up on stage before the movie and get pretend butt fucked by the cast members?Yes, it was incredibly uncomfortable. One time it was a small coffee shop space—maybe 8-12 people, very intimate. I'm sitting on the floor, under a table, at 6'2", because it's a small space and I show up a little late, don't wanna take the last chair. Proceed to get shown a video about how white people take up space—a supreme bit of irony vis-a-vis essentializing—and then am asked to participate in a call-and-response where I say shit like "I am a white supremacist," "I need to make space for the black people that I and my ancestors have denigrated with structural racism," "I accept the black man's potent sexuality as superior to my own."
It was an exercise designed to be humiliating—classic s/m tropes—and was. I kept silent but my cheeks burned and I left afterward. Actually, my girlfriend at the time helped organize the event, which was why I was in attendance to begin with.
the ultimate surrealistic act, running down the street shooting ppl - a lesson not lost on our own jihadist cultural avant garde
the ultimate surrealistic act, running down the street shooting ppl - a lesson not lost on our own jihadist cultural avant garde
have you ever been to a rocky horror production? where they make the newbies come up on stage before the movie and get pretend butt fucked by the cast members?
I'm just making the obvious connections here luka, dont be a haterVim, are you drunk again?
Did it turn you on though?I guess in part the concept was turning around historic humiliation dynamics, and it gave me a visceral response which one can't say of many other works the VizArt scene puts out. So in some sense I can't fault it too hard, or might even admire it as an artwork.
But ethically it was repulsive.
Yes, it was incredibly uncomfortable. One time it was a small coffee shop space—maybe 8-12 people, very intimate. I'm sitting on the floor, under a table, at 6'2", because it's a small space and I show up a little late, don't wanna take the last chair. Proceed to get shown a video about how white people take up space—a supreme bit of irony vis-a-vis essentializing—and then am asked to participate in a call-and-response where I say shit like "I am a white supremacist," "I need to make space for the black people that I and my ancestors have denigrated with structural racism," "I accept the black man's potent sexuality as superior to my own."
It was an exercise designed to be humiliating—classic s/m tropes—and was. I kept silent but my cheeks burned and I left afterward. Actually, my girlfriend at the time helped organize the event, which was why I was in attendance to begin with.
wellthen am asked to participate in a call-and-response where I say shit like "I am a white supremacist," "I need to make space for the black people that I and my ancestors have denigrated with structural racism," "I accept the black man's potent sexuality as superior to my own."