The Blacked Swordsman
Ah, I never knew they had gorillas in the Asian peninsula
I can't understand why a Japanese would want to emulate hoodrat culture but at least some of her uploads on Instagram are really funny.
EDIT: Does southern Japan have identity issues or something? IIRC they have a bunch of Christians and assorted Westaboos down there too; not sure if that's related to this at all?
Honestly this just seems like yang to the yin that is galko in Japan. Can’t wait for おしえて！ニガーゃん !I don’t think it’s a phenomena exclusive to Kyushu/Southern Japan. There are definitely these types in Osaka and Tokyo. But Fukuoka is relatively close to a large US navel base where I think a lot of Mayu’s ACTUALLY black clientele come from.
But I love that old man pic! Never noticed it. What kind of trash do you have to be to get that done at your age?‽
i mean naw at least its that old gen art style. thatd be a bit more likely to get a pass from anyone who might have grown up with it.Yeah she's really fucking up the whole image with the My Little Pony tattoo. If she had done her research properly she'd know that black women like the Tasmanian Devil for their cartoon tats.
Ja ja when I first saw it I thought it was some Lisa Frank shit since I'm more used to usual brony riff raff in animal controli mean naw at least its that old gen art style. thatd be a bit more likely to get a pass from anyone who might have grown up with it.
I’m reveling in how much you’re liking her! I knew her lolcowness needed to be shared with the world so I’m glad you’re doing some digging!Ja ja when I first saw it I thought it was some Lisa Frank shit since I'm more used to usual brony riff raff in animal control
Bonus shitpost: Its really hard to believe the complete lack of ass on display here. Weeabo's take note! Japan is NOT an magical wonderland! Also lmao at the chunky nip with the pajama pants
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i mean naw at least its that old gen art style. thatd be a bit more likely to get a pass from anyone who might have grown up with it.
When my friends who were women or gay men danced on the bar, they’d get a lot more bang for their buck (literally) than I did. When they danced, people were watching. Upon their dismount from the bar, they’d get approached by potential partners, fielding propositions and advances left and right. Fast forward ten minutes, and half of them were grinding up on a partner, mid-DFMO (dance floor make-out). Fast forward an hour, and they’d be leaving together to hook up.
While my savvy dance moves and expert gyrations were appreciated by my classmates on a performative level, they never seemed to lead to anything. Unlike my peers, when I dismounted the bar, I rarely had the opportunity to mount anything else. Instead of attracting potential hook-ups, I only seemed to attract drunken cries of “YES QUEEN!” and “YOU BETTER WERK!”
And trans people aren’t the only ones. People of size, people of color, people with disabilities, we all experience these forms of sexual hypervisibility and invisibility. We’ve all felt sexually invisible in a bar at the same time as we’ve been told that people like us are sexual freaks. We’ve all been simultaneously fetishized and sexually erased. We’ve all been ignored or denied equivalent sexual appreciation and agency while we dance on the bar next to our skinnier, whiter, cis-er, more able-bodied counterparts.
In my academic and feminist training, I’ve been told over and over again that sexual objectification is bad.
My feminist training taught me that sexual objectification is categorically undesirable, categorically patriarchal. Therefore, we must fight against sexual objectification in any form and create a world where no one is sexually objectified again.
Yet, here’s the rub: if sexual objectification is so categorically awful, then why do I want it so badly?
The idea that being seen as a “sex object”–at any time, ever–is universally a bad thing is too simple, like many tenets of straightforward, non-intersectional feminism.
I want to be objectified in certain circumstances and in certain places. I want to be objectified at a gala when I’ve spent five hours on my makeup and weeks picking out the perfect dress. I want to be objectified when you’re looking at my picture on Tinder. I want to be objectified at a friend’s intimate cocktail party, when I’m lounging on the couch with my legs intentionally positioned just so. I want to be objectified in a nightclub when I’m dancing on the bar, and I want you to continue to objectify me when I’m back on the dancefloor. I’m even okay being objectified in the grocery store (but only when there’s comedic value, like when I’m shopping for bananas or cucumbers or vegan sausages or something).
In a feminist future, we stop saying that all objectification is categorically bad. In a feminist future, all trans people, people of size, people of color, and people with different abilities have the chance to get the types (if any) of objectification that we crave. In a feminist future, we each have the chance to own the types of objectification (if any) that we like and the types of objectification that we’d rather do without.