Here’s a quick walk-around video of my additions to my head tattoos I had done Thursday. I started with just the street fighter characters years ago. Thursday we added the stages and in a month we add the sky on both sides and wrap them around back to blend. I’m super proud of my sf2 tattoos. They’re still a little red and inflamed from just being done. I’ll post some healed photos soon. Work by Wookie and club tattoo.
Showing off my pacman and ghost implants. Pictured here next to some mint tins a friend gave me for context. They’re really starting to protrude. It seems the more weight I lose the better they look. Designed and implanted by Steve Haworth.
Today’s the day. The day you help save the internet from being ruined.
(Long story short: The FCC is about to make a critical decision as to whether or not internet service providers have to treat all traffic equally. If they choose wrong, then the internet where anyone can start a website for any reason at all, the internet that’s been so momentous, funny, weird, and surprising—that internet could cease to exist. Here’s your chance to preserve a beautiful thing.)
having worked in the tech industry forever this is important to me. make sure you do your part
My girlfriend and I went to disneyland with a huge group for her birthday this past weekend. As always we had a great time and got to spend time with one of my favorite California DJs, Flapjack. Here he is busting out in a dance circle at Disney California Adventure.
Kutski at Underworld in Phoenix. The production was over the top for this show and Kutski KILLED it on the decks. Good show brother! I haven’t made any rave gifs in a while, so enjoy! (god I don’t know why I can’t get over a 24 year old technologically inferior image format)
People like to tell me I look like a boy in disgusted or disappointed tones of voice. I don’t understand why those emotions would come with that statement.
I love looking like a boy. I love the way I look when I dress like a boy. I also love to wear a killer short skirt and thigh highs, or show off my tummy.
I absolutely love doing my makeup. I absolutely love wearing makeup. Some days I just don’t feel like it.
I love my short hair. I feel like it was always meant to be this way.
Sometimes I love painting my nails, sometimes I hate it, sometimes I change my mind halfway through.
Some days I wake up and think, “I’m a boy.” Some days I wake up and think, “I’m a girl.”
I don’t mind going by Julia. I don’t mind using feminine pronouns.
I have a boyfriend. I’m in love with him. He doesn’t care about the times that I say I am a boy. He loves me.
So what does it matter if I look like a boy or a girl or if I feel like a boy or a girl on any given day if I am happy with how I look/who I am?
I don’t give myself any label. I don’t know what one would label me. If you can give me help on that, that’d be cool. But I don’t really care. I just like to be me.
My point in this very long post is one thing: people are people. Everyone is different. Nothing is black and white. Open your minds.
For as much of my life as I can remember I’ve had something of a fascination with girls with short hair. This lady pulls it off INCREDIBLY and has no shyness about doing it. I don’t think you look boyish at all, you look like a confident female who isn’t afraid to look beautiful no matter the way you convey it! Kudos!