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Whoever You Want Me To Be
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- Last Record: 2013-05-24 16:16:40 -0400
- Joined: Aug 10, 2010
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Last one, I promise. I kept feeling the need to add to it. It probably would have been better if I did a video or something (duh) but oh well.
The text in the upper left corner reads: "What am I? What you made me."
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You realized too late what I was |
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I decided to try my hand at video editing again. I just took elements from both Sirius Dan's video and JulesKD's video and put them together. It doesn't flow as well as I would like, but I'm still learning and am trying to be more patient with the process, so don't judge too harshly.
Sorry for uploading it 5000 times. Thr original keeps going back and forth with the error message, so I guess I'll just leave this here. I don't know. I can't believe how much time I wasted trying to get this thing up here.
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"I really should be working," she muttered to herself while clicking on the next RECord. It was only 7:00. Technically, she had all night to do her work for tomorrow. "Just 30 minutes more, then... |
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This is partially inspired by Midori's awesome drawing (shown above).
What does it mean to be feminine?
Liking pink?
Wearing a dress?
Wearing makeup?
Being dainty?
Being weak?
Being pretty?
Being dumb?
Having a vagina?
Having breasts?
Playing with dolls?
Playing house?
Being a mother?
Liking romantic comedies?
Wanting love over sex?
Having long hair?
Being a victim?
Being cowardly?
Cooking?
Being virginal?
Cleaning?
Avoiding violence?
Being emotional?
Taking care of people?
Being subordinate?
Not liking video games, electronics in general, sports, machinery, math, science, technology, etc.?
Or is being feminine simply feeling and identifying as such, while doing whatever it is you want to do-be it fixing a car, peeing while standing up, or playing with Barbie dolls? Does this word really mean anything at all?
What does it mean to be masculine?
Liking blue?
Wearing pants?
Smelling musky?
Drinking beer?
Eating meat?
Avoiding diets?
Having a penis?
Being aggressive?
Holding back all emotion(except anger, that is)?
Being strong?
Being assertive?
Being sexually promiscuous?
Being dirty?
Having scars?
Liking sports and electronics?
Being smart?
Being brave?
Wanting sex over love?
Being a hero?
Having short hair?
Being the one to work?
Being dominant?
Liking action movies?
Being violent?
Or is being masculine simply feeling and identifying as such, while doing whatever it is you want to do-be it dancing ballet, wearing a dress, or watching sports? Does this word really mean anything at all?
Why do we let ourselves be constrained by these binaries of gender? Why do we allow ourselves to be so limited by them?
Maybe it's time we just let ourselves be free.
(and yes, the title is a reference to this: http://encyclopediadramatica.com/Fuckin_Magnets)
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"My, what big ears you have," said Red Riding Hood, playing into the Wolf's facade until she could locate her grandmother's axe. She finally spotted it in the corner of the room and quickly grab... |
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She stood there, shaking, as the doors of the church rattled and their horrible moans filled the air. She had seen the news. The world was coming apart bit by bit as the bloodthirsty hordes wer... |
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I have a monster in my head. It usually comes out at night when I am trying to go to sleep. It fills me with endless thoughts and won't let me get the rest that I so desperately crave. It steals my...
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The black sheep hated being different. He was always picked on and made fun of by the other sheep because he wasn't like them. Then one day, he realized that he didn't want to be like everyone e... |
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I was walking one day when I came across a mind. I know I should return it to its rightful owner, but I lost my own quite a long time ago, so I think I will be keeping this one for myself.
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After crying nonstop for days, Jen had finally had enough. She decided that she was going to have to deal with her problems. So she went to the doctor and had her tear ducts removed.
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I tried to give you my heart, but you ran away screaming. Maybe I should have wiped the blood off first.
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In fact, I am several tiny stories, all rolled into one. We all are. The universe may be made of tiny stories, but so are we. |
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This is what popped into my head when I looked at Marke's art. Do not ask me why, as I don't know. I just knew I wanted to execute it.
I wanted to have the coffins all be perfectly aligned and identical, but it turns out that that is pretty hard to do by hand.
I tried.
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Stop. Just stop. Stop being who they want you to be. They'll tell you who they think you are and what you should be. Really, people love to do this. But that doesn't mean... |
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You touched my heart.
Now I can't seem to clean off your fingerprints. |
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Inspiration and creativity pour out of my head until I am left empty and alone, sitting in a puddle of my own potential. |
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He shot himself in the head. Again. It is becoming a bit of a habit with him. This is the fifth time in a month that he has loaded up his gun, put the barrel to his head, and pulled the trigger.... |
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She was wearing pink lacy underwear and a yellow bra. I was completely drawn to her. Being a gay man, I clearly wasn't interested in her in that way. There were more than enough half-na... |
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I decided to add some overlapping spirals in different colors. I also clearly like to upload multiple versions of one record.
It is now a clusterfuck of spirals :)
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Axe Murdering Jane |
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Time begins to lose its meaning when you can control it. Hm, maybe control isn't the right word. People already do think they can control time-they talk about saving it, wasting it, using it. Th... |
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I am a feminist. Why do you find that such an ugly word? You laugh and make fun of me because you find it so ridiculous for me to consider myself part of such a movement. But why? Why is it wron... |
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You probably think my job is easy. You do, I can tell. You think, "Oh, that Christina, she has such a simple, stress free job. All she has to do is wander around the neighborhood for a few hours... |
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Since I still have a ton of the laces, I figured I'd have some more fun with them instead of just stuffing my face.
I figured the whole putting-candy-on-a-plate-and-eating-it-with-silverware-thing was even more appropriate for this, so I thought I'd give it a shot.
