[Picture: a white background with black squiggles and dots in a massively chaotic burst all over the paper. Labeled in upper left corner with “Gender An Accurate Model” with a red arrow pointed to a particular part of the chaos labeled “I am here”]
(blahblahblah venting about how ~*mystery issues*~ effect me nbd)
*does the anime character with glasses thing*
Does that really work though?
Good mood today. Making friends/becoming business partners with this guy who is like a legit engineer looking for an artist. I took a good long bike ride (with like my heavy laptop on my back) and then got myself some iced coffee and tiramisu. Expensive (and full of dairy) but I gotta treat myself sometimes you know?
My roomate keeps judging me because she thinks I eat weird food. Haha. I had a (turkey) bacon, peanut butter, and banana sandwich (grilled, of course) and she jokingly asked me if I was pregnant. Um that sandwich was one of the few things Elvis Presley did which I don’t entirely hate.
I had chicken and waffles this morning (it was delicious BTW. I mean it’d’ve been better if I could justify buying real maple syrup to myself but that liquid sugar isn’t bad lol.) and she asked if I was pregnant again. WELL EXCUSE ME. The store down the street sells chicken and waffles. Mine are just better (and cheaper), of course.
And then she caught me putting apples on my turkey sandwich. And just looked at me. As though eating fruit alongside turkey was a new idea. (We are in New England. Cranberries and apples and turkey are kind of a local phenomenon????)
WELL YOU KNOW WHAT. It was all delicious. So there.
I was at the library playing Animal Crossing, and this Black guy asked me if I was Ethiopian, I told him I don’t know where my family is from yaddah yaddah. I got to telling him that I’m an artist, he says he’s looking for an artist.
Boom! Potential job offer because I’m Black.
This guy is from DC and is clearly not used to being surrounded by pasty people all the time. I think he was relieved.
It was nice to actually talk to someone who really gets how tough it is to be a PoC in a place like this. Being around white people who have no desire to understand it 24/7 does a number on a person…
if any of you have resources for upcoming artists on how not to get screwed over, or even just how to know what your work is worth, I’d really appreciate it.
I’d snap them in the “joker’s” face.
Some people’d have more welts than others.
And when they go “what was that for!?” I’d say “What? It’s only a joke! Lighten up!”
(You don’t. It’s awful here for anyone who is even half-aware of casual racism.)
I am so sick of the people here. Ughhh.
One more white person “reassuring” me that I “don’t look Black” (and bonus! when they continue on to calling me “mulatto”) and there will not be any white people left.
But it’s really hard for me to get out of this area because, ha. I don’t have much money. Even though this area is so fucking expensive to live in. (FML)
Oh my god I have so much anger if I was the Hulk this city would be leveled.