#to perform

[underrateddoormatt]

I’m performing an open stage drag performance tonight for a chance to win a Saturday gig and I’m terrified

[japanesewords]

行う⋆おこなう⋆To do, to perform, to carry out, to conduct oneself

[bloopsalot]

Somehow I did it.

I didn’t think I’d make it this far.

Not that I’d meet a terrible fate,

It just never occurred to me

That maybe,

Just maybe

I will one day be in the same footsteps of those older than me.

But here I am. 

I’m applying to colleges.

Got accepted into a few.

Gonna graduate high school soon.

Planning on going to college to get a degree in an art field.

I don’t know.

It just feels wrong.

Wrong in a sense that I’m doing this.

Wrong in a sense I’m applying to college to do what I like doing.

Wrong in a sense that I am supposed to be a child.

Wrong in a sense that I don’t know how I’m doing all this.

I am the child. I am a kid. 

But I’m not.

I’m not supposed to have responsibilities.

But I do.

And I will continue to.

And I will do my best.

No longer because I have to.

But because I want to.

[kimcheolwoon]

After listening to Move, the word "amazing" feels too weak to describe it, it's groundbreaking, creating something that never existed before, something that simply can't be described

Ah! there you are :))) I thought i wouldn’t be able to answer you for a second there…

anyway…yes you took the words right out of my mouth! literally…i think i tagged my post using your exact words. Taemin’s album is incredibly virtuosic. Give these songs to anyone else, ask them to perform them and then compile them into the exact same album. I guarantee you they would not have the same impact as Taemin. It’s like the entire production of this album was crafted specifically for Taemin. The idea thought of only for Taemin. And it’s absolutely wonderful. We were not worthy of Taemin’s hard work and the part of himself no doubt put into this album. 

That’s it! (forgive the cheese) but this album is a piece of Taemin’s soul and it’s way too precious for us humans to bear. But he gave it to us anyway because he *clenches chest* loves us so much!

WOW WE DON’T DESERVE HIM OR THIS ALBUM

[bloopsalot]

Fun fact about myself, I was brought up a girl.

But now? Ehhhhhh not as much.

But that doesn’t change my past. 

I’ve been in a lot of plays before.

I had to play a lot of roles. 

Some I liked, some I disliked.

All were fun after a while.

At the school I currently go to, I had to play a man twice.

I was still a girl.

But I was playing a man.

Does that make me a terrible person?

Does that make me out as transphobic as you say?

I signed up for the play hoping to be part of the chorus but I was cast as a man character.

I had to wear a fake beard and mustache respectively.

I lowered my voice for the dialogue.

I was cast to play a man. I had to.

If I go out and audition next season it could happen again. Who knows?

But I will have fun and will still create a story that wouldn’t otherwise be there if I weren’t in it.

[bloopsalot]

An Open Letter Revisited.

Humans are... weird. That’s a general statement, yes, but it’s true.

Humans are weird as a species and as individuals.

One human can have their hair dyed and the other can be completely against the idea.

They’re weird!

Take one human for example. 

They’re very tall for their age, they have their hair dyed, their dad is well known but they aren’t, and they use this box to communicate with other humans on a different section of the planet.

But

They never really thought to think of what they’re saying and how it affects other people.

They use this word almost, if not every time they disagree with another human, and as they use this word, a strange thing happens.

People start to laugh at them when they say it.

Because of how they’re using that word, it’s lost meaning as an insult.

Specifically from them.

Because they don’t really know how to use it.

The word is this cruel, terrible experience that no human in their right mind would wish upon one another,

But this one says it constantly.

They say it so often, that anyone with even a smidgen of context as to who I’m talking about will know what word I’m talking about!

They say it so often, it’s like raindrops

‘Cause they’re constantly raining on your parade!

I don’t get it with this human! 

They say they don’t like a certain thing, and someone comes along and suggests ways to avoid that thing,

And they disregard Everything because the helpful one was a person that makes that kind of thing!

Do they think that they’re entitled to compensation because of that word?

Do they think the world must revolve around them because of that word?

I don’t understand!

I don’t understand this human!

And they’re being a jerk about it!

They are using the word against other people- They are doing it to other people, and play the victim card ONCE AGAIN.

It’s infuriating!

It’s been months, man, Give it a break!

You left on your own terms!

Now stay gone.

[bloopsalot]

An Open Letter to Someone Whom I Won’t Name.

Imagine that there is a small gated community.

Everyone knows everyone, and everyone is free to do as they wish, and leave as they wish.

Everyone’s house is a different color based on what they choose, and everyone gets a blank slate when they move in.

You moved in and painted yours

Prom Dress Red.

It was a bold choice compared to the pastel oranges, sky blues, and darker greens,

But we respected that.

Not everyone likes the same colors as everyone else.

It’s just a fact.

In fact, some of us like prom dress red.

But then, when the landlord came around to have a friendly chat and you didn’t understand the joke they made.

That is fine, because not everyone understands a joke they are not familiar with.

We took some time to clear things up so we can all have a laugh, but you got defensive on all fronts.

You said the joke was power abuse.

The joke in question was on the lines of “hey if I hear loud music, I’ll kick you out of the community!” in a joking tone of voice.

It was an inside joke between everyone in the neighborhood, and we tried to clear it up.

You tried to pull the victim card saying that the landlord was abusing their power by threatening to kick us out.

You tried being the victim again

and again

and again

and again until we were all sick of it.

We had to fight with you until you left on your own accords.

But now we wake up and go outside to see our houses with slurs written in that familiar color.

Prom Dress Red.

We won’t stand by and watch you tarnish our houses,

Trying to tarnish the community we made by your sick, twisted paint.

But the deed is done.

The damage is wrought.

You have gone

and painted the town red.