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I love my job.
Last night, we hosted a world aids day event that blew my fucking mind. Gender chaos has reached and engulfed the ghettos of new york city, manifesting itself in super buxom drag queens, the most meticulously put together street outfits, and a form of dancing called vogueing that puts anything i've ever imagined to shame. Apparently, it is based on Madonna's early 80's twisted cat-walk style strut but the things these teens did with their bodies made my tendons ache in sympathy and made me remember that behind every messed up, over-fed and underdeveloped society lies some form of subculture, and that punk was just the beginning.
I also got stress hives this week.
Last night, we hosted a world aids day event that blew my fucking mind. Gender chaos has reached and engulfed the ghettos of new york city, manifesting itself in super buxom drag queens, the most meticulously put together street outfits, and a form of dancing called vogueing that puts anything i've ever imagined to shame. Apparently, it is based on Madonna's early 80's twisted cat-walk style strut but the things these teens did with their bodies made my tendons ache in sympathy and made me remember that behind every messed up, over-fed and underdeveloped society lies some form of subculture, and that punk was just the beginning.
I also got stress hives this week.