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i’ve been meaning to record myself singing but I’ve been scared of doing so because it feels like it’s been so long since i’ve enjoyed singing. BUT that time has really been me being scared of not being good enough.
sO here is an imperfect cover of my kind of woman by mac demarco!!!!!!
BRUHHH HOW BEAUTIFUL IS THIS COVER?!? IF YOUR HEART DOESN’T MELT LISTENING TO THIS THEN…IDK MAN YOU MAY NOT HAVE A HEART, GET THAT SHIT CHECKED OUT.
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I did a shoot with some of my favorite people. It’s called Brown Boys Do Cry. This photo series was shot by Kuru Selvarajah and creatively directed by me, Mirusha Yogarajah. The models in the images are Nivake Sukumarand Ravishan Thanarajah.
Brown Boys Do Cry aims to address how comfort with notions of femininity and masculinity allows brown boys to be their whole selves. Self-identified boys can embrace the truest forms of themselves if they dismiss notions of masculinity that are commonly waged in the South Asian community. The marvel of masculinity dictates so much of how men reinforce forms of patriarchy and violence onto others and onto themselves. Sexual assault, domestic violence, alcoholism, and gendered forms of work are intensely reinforced within the South Asian community. I saw this within my beautiful boy cousins who remain so tender and so wonderful, but are constantly told that painting their nails or wearing pink is explicitly for women. They were also told that their duties were to make an income and sustain a family, and were exempt from learning domestic duties, unlike their sisters.
I want to show the beauty of brown skinned men being able to dismiss gendered ideas. I want them to caress flowers, make milk tea for themselves, wear whatever colors they desire, and adorn South Asian jewelry and pottus. Brown boys do cry, and they don’t need to cry through violence or a masked face. They can be free.
Nivake–
IG: nivakecocoabutter
Twitter: thenivakesuku
Website: www.hightopflipflops.com
Mirusha–
IG: prodigalities_
Twitter: prodigalities
Website: www.mirusha.me
Kuru–
IG: mrngsqrl
Twitter: shadonu
Concept: me, spending time with my closest friends. We’re all in the kitchen while I’m cooking dinner, my apartment is cozy and it smells delicious. It’s raining outside and we’re all laughing, with no stress.
COLOURS
Resolving Rejection
Let’s face it, rejection is one of those things that absolutely BLOWS. It’s never fun. And yet, why is it that as of lately, the fear of being rejected almost feels worse to me than actual rejection itself?
I’m not sure how to describe it aside from this: a gnawing feeling inside of you which has convinced you that even though things with a certain someone may seem to be smooth sailing at present, it could all be gone in instant. It has convinced you that all of the worst case scenarios you have conjured up in your mind will manifest. Your mind will also then begin, like an old movie in which you’ve memorized the scenes, to replay all the previous times you’ve experienced rejection. Which leaves you feeling disheartened, and makes you question whether pursuing this person is even worth enduring that pain all over again…
In regards to actually being rejected, I am always left wondering where I went wrong. How did I mess this up? For one reason or another, my initial response to rejection is to blame myself. For being the reason why things deteriorated. Is that response simply a result of me lacking self-love, or self-worth? These are questions I feel that one (especially myself) must ask themselves, and try to address, in order to have a healthy love life. Because by continuing to live by old patterns/ways of thinking, we will never grow or attain whatever it is that we’re striving for, such as a healthy, loving, and lasting romantic relationship.
But that feeling, that awful feeling of fear and/or all the unpleasant feelings that come with rejection…those must come to an end at some point, right? Maybe they don’t…because rejection isn’t limited to romantic relationships, it can occur within friendships as well. So with that being said, there must be a healthier way of dealing with it, as opposed to blaming yourself or putting up your walls, and never truly letting anyone in.
There is a quote by a mystic/spiritual teacher named Osho, which I came across while I was doing my undergrad, at a point where I began taking an interest in self-improvement & spirituality. This particular quote has always intrigued me, and touches on a concept which I have been trying to apply into my own life (with quite a bit of difficulty, I must admit). He stated the following:
“The capacity to be alone is the capacity to love. It may look paradoxical to you, but it’s not. It is an existential truth: only those people who are capable of being alone are capable of love, of sharing, of going into the deepest core of another person–without possessing the other, without becoming dependent on the other, without reducing the other to a thing, and without becoming addicted to the other. They allow the other absolute freedom, because they know that if the other leaves, they will be as happy as they are now. Their happiness cannot be taken by the other, because it is not given by the other.”
I suppose my understanding of this is that, if we learn to love ourselves, to be content in our own company, and not depend on others to feel whole, then we may be able to remain happy, even in the face of rejection. I’m going to quote another wise human being (my mother-shout outs to Amma), who recently said to me that a fear of rejection is essentially a fear of being/ending up alone. In that sense, rejection wouldn’t even be something to fear, if we truly had the “capacity to be alone”.
Maybe I won’t be alone forever…maybe I will (I know I know, sounds SUPER morbid, but I can’t just deny that it’s a possibility). Either way, I think that investing in more self-love, and embracing being alone will certainly help in overcoming this fear of rejection. And for whoever may be reading this post and found that it resonated with them, I hope that you’ll consider doing the same, for your own mental/emotional well-being, and overall happiness :)
Peace,
-Byra
“I grew up in the suburbs. I used to think that I could write a prescription for a poor man: ‘Get a job, save your money, pull yourself up by the bootstraps.’ I don’t believe that anymore. I was ignorant to the experiences of poor people. I’d invite anyone to come and meet the people who live in this neighborhood. Right now we are surrounded by working poor people. These are the people who sell your tools at Sears, and fix your roofs, and take care of your parents, and mow your lawns, and serve your meals. They’re not getting a living wage. There’s no money left to save. There’s nothing left if they get sick. Nothing left if their car breaks down. And God forbid they make a mistake, because there’s nothing left to pay fines or fees. When you’re down here, the system will continue to kick dirt in your face. You can’t pull yourself up when there’s nothing to grab onto. We aren’t paying our brothers and sisters enough to live. We want them to serve us, but we aren’t serving them.”
Lately, me.
I MADE IT TO THE POD. We discuss the new A Tribe Called Quest record, Dad Jokes, Tinder Tales, and much much more :)
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