Day 05: A song that is often stuck in your head.Easy.Right now it’s this:
Help I’m Alive—Metric
I really love this song because I can relate to it for some reason. I have some strange emotional connection to it. Eighty percent of the time it’s stuck in my head.
Day 04: A song that calms you down.Y’know…I never really thought about this, and I’m not sure I even HAVE a current one that accomplishes this task. BUT…I can name one that did for me once…so much so I had an out-of-body-experience while listening to it.
This is from Songs From The Big Chair: Listen—Tears For Fears.
I love this band.
Day 3: A song that reminds you of one/both of your parents.Also hard… but I think I got at least one.This song reminds me of my dad because, well, he’s mentioned in it. You see, my dad, he grew up with George Clinton. They were on the same label; my dad was in a group called The Supremes; George with The Parliaments. They always had this rivalry/acknowledgement thing going on where they would reference each other. This song contains a reference to my dad by George, and so I pick this :Flash Light—Parliament.
Day 02: A song that reminds you of your most recent ex-boyfriend/girlfriend.
This is a DUMB one.
I got it.
I guess this would be told from the POV of the ex—as if they’re speaking. Or maybe it’s all I heard whenever they talked towards the end—even well BEFORE the end, but, y’know, brainwashing’ll do that to you.
Okay, giving this a shot…
Day 01: A song from your childhood.
Okay, to keep folx guessing, I will give more than one…hee hee hee!!!
Take On Me from a-ha. This video is fxcking epic. I chose it because it makes me happy, and I currently have it on my mp3 player. But you know what? They have another I love that no-one seems to remember:
The Sun Always Shines on TV. I just seem to have this…connection to this song.
Leave Me Alone—Michael Jackson. Chosen cuz, yeh—I DO feel like this sometimes due to outside drama from sources I don’t need it from…
Spice Girls—Say You’ll Be There. I just like the visuals.
Okay, that’s enough…I said I’d keep you guessing.
Where do I start…I’m grateful Mercury Retrograde is almost over— I am so sick of not being understood even more so than usual! Anything technical has been screwing up when it can, and it’s so frustrating. But things, nevertheless, have been happening. I have a few projects coming up, and I’m eager to get to work.It’s been a rough month, but we pull through as best as we can. I’m going to have to get another dancer, albeit temporarily, at least that’s the impression I’m under. 3D has gone to Florida for a bit. I hate looking because it’s hard to find a quality dancer who doesn’t have this…attitude, but I gotta do what I gotta do.I’ll be dropping in on a few things this spring, just to say hey, lend a hand to some fellow AAEHH members, extend my reach a little. I’m also back on an endurance regimen, cuz I totally need it after slacking off due to the holidays and to stress. Handle your stress, yawl—do what worx for you.Been putting in work on developing a monthly event. I’m hoping I can get this off the ground and get the type of people I’d like to have involved all-in. It’s nice to have people who actually believe in what you’re doing, and the vision you have.Oh, I’ll be starting a 25-day song challenge. Soo you might be hearing from me for the next 25 days, if I’m lucky…
Yeh, yeh— I know. Let’s roll the effing dice, shall we?
So… I was recently asked to be in a commercial for Majesty Loft, which has since moved from Newark, NJ to Montclair, NJ (sigh). But the space is gorgeous, and much larger than the original location. They also call it Majesty Ballroom. The director did sort of a pan shot to show all of the things that could be done at the Loft. It was fun to do. The funniest part about the shoot is that the person who was cast as the groom didn’t show up, and Peace ended up filling in for him! He wasn’t even supposed to be there, LOL.
The director and I have been discussing making another video, so I’ll keep you posted about that.
I’m working on more bookings this year. I’ve been networking and making some great contacts, one of which is a really cule dude going by the name of Mecca Godzilla (now watch as the confusion campaign begins…but he knows already, LOL). This guy has seen some stuff, lemme tell ya. I am hoping to work with him on some trax in the future.
I’ve been struck with writer’s block… I’ve been writing in dribs and drabs, but they’re bomb, the lines I’ve been jotting down.
We took a break over the holiday as far as rehearsing goes, but that should begin again soon. We have some shxt to do, LOL…no more slacking off!
I’m still under both 3 Miles and BrainMuscle, that hasn’t changed.
I’m putting the finishing touches on the redesign of my website. It needed another overhaul. I wanted it to reflect more of my music, give it some direction and focus.
I got some bad news about one of my music teachers from Arts High, who had to be the sweetest woman…she was suddenly diagnosed with cancer around October, and lost the fight a few weeks ago. I was devastated. Her name was Linda Lanier-Keosaian. We never had any deep conversations or anything, but she encouraged me, cared about me. I daresay she loved every single one of her students. She taught me to love madrigals, and love singing them. She taught me that even the smallest voice has impact. She tried to show us all that we mattered, that we were important. And if the posts from classes that came behind me in school were any indication, she hadn’t changed a bit in the years after I’d graduated.
We have lost a very fine person, and the world is poorer for it.
We love you, Mrs. K.
I love you.
Thank you for everything.
So, finally, GATA City is gonna be released on November 6th, 2012, worldwide, on iTunes and stuff like that. I’m excited. I can’t wait!
Right. Fxcking. On.
At Comic Con today, I went as Black Cat. This is a shitty picture and there will be better ones of my whole costume coming up but I just want to say something.
Black Cat’s costume has a fair amount of cleavage (conservative compared to many other female comic characters but a good amount as far as what I’ve ever shown). I guess I was not surprised to have a couple men ask to pose with me and then do some doofy “WHOA LOOK AT THOSE KNOCKERS” poses. I just make a really ugly face when I see they’re doing it. One guy with the social graces of a lemur said to me “I was this close to wearing that same outfit. My breasts are large and supple and I think it would have been nice.” Nope. Stop talking.
But aside from guys being doofy and awkward (but clearly not foul-intentioned), I did have my first truly skeezy experience at Comic Con today.
And my first truly empowering moment as well.
This group of men from some kind of Stan Lee fan club blah blah internet video channel blah blah asked to interview with them on camera about Comic Con. I said well okay, sure. Camera is rolling. The “host” is a middle aged, rotund dude. It’s an all-male crew and lots of people (mostly guys) were beginning to crowd around. The following is the interview as burned in my mind. Keep in mind that I expected this to be about Comic Con in general.
- Him: I’m here with…
- Me: Mandy, aka Felicia Hardy aka Black Cat
- Him: ..And she is HOT. Do you think I’m hot enough to pull that off?
- Me: Uh, I’m not sure, I’ve never seen you in drag.
- Him: I’ve got a great ass. Go on, spank me.
- Me: (look at his large ass, popped up mere inches away from me then look into the camera like are you kidding me . No thanks. I may hurt you, I’m a lot stronger than I look.
- Him: Aw come on!
- Me: No, seriously. Stop.
- Him: Damn, alright! Well let me ask you an important question then…what is your cup size?
- Me: (big talk show smile) That is actually none of your fucking business.
- Him: Oh! I think that means to say she’s a C.
- Me: I actually have no breasts at all, what you see is just all of the fat from my midsection pulled up to my chest and carefully held in place with this corset. It’s really uncomfortable, I don’t know why I do it.
- Him: (to the male crowd) Aw, come on what do you guys think? C cup?
- —a few males start to shout out cup sizes as I stand there looking at this guy like this has to be a fucking joke, then look at the crowd and see that no amount of witty banter or fiestiness will stop making this whole thing fucking dumb. It was clearly a ploy to single out cosplaying women to get them to talk sexual innuendos and flirt with this asshole and let him talk down to them simply because they were in costume and were attractive. Whether I’m in a skintight catsuit or not, I’m a fucking professional in everything I do and I don’t need to play nice for this idiot.
- Me: This is not an interview, this is degrading. I’m done. (I walk away)
- Him: (clearly dumbfounded and surprised) ..Come on, it’s all in good fun!
- Me: Being degraded is fun? That was unprofessional and I hope that isn’t your day job because you can’t interview for shit, my man.
And the entire crew and the crowd were SILENT. NOTHING. SHOCK, HONEY. It felt like I was in a heated fog, full of rage and pride and I sashayed away feeling like the most badass motherfucker in the whole damn room, but kind of also on the verge of tears. A slow build of applause would have been appropriate, but from the looks on people’s faces, they were just completely not expecting me to do what I just did- which was really nothing more than speaking up for myself. It wasn’t something one should feel brave for doing but crazy for not doing when necessary.
It’s because many people at these cons expect women cosplaying as vixens (or even just wearing particularly flattering costumes) to be open/ welcoming to crude male commentary and lecherous ogling, like our presence comes with subtitles that say “I represent your fantasy thus you may treat me like a fantasy and not a human in a costume”. And maybe that will always be how the majority of people see us. But that does not mean we have to put up with shit that crosses the line, it does not mean we owe them a fantasy, it does not mean we dress up to have guys drooling over us and letting us know that we turn them on. It is not all about your dicks, gentlemen. So I encourage cosplaying women everywhere to be blunt and vocal with their rights, their personal boundaries, and their comfort level at conventions. I actually encourage girls to be brashly shameless about these things, to not be afraid to speak up if you feel uncomfortable and to let the person doing it know that they are crossing the line. Don’t keep quiet because you’re scared of what they might say or think- because if you say nothing they will continue to see what they’re doing as OK.
Well, finally it’s out! Already has dislikes so I guess I’m doing something right to piss yawl off, LOL
Anyhoo: here ‘tis:
I was inspired to post this due to this article…which totally validated my attitude towards the whole femcee culture. I am SO. FXCKING. GLAD. I am not the only one who sees this shxt—and has used this anaolgy!
This was one of the rants I went on— and often go on— about the plight of the femcee, the attitude the world seems to have about us, and how I’m just gonna continue to do what I do—EVERYTHING I DO— whether people like it, accept it, or not. I know I have tweets that go back further than this rant about the same subject; if you care to look, go right ahead, LOL. But this is the stuff I’ve said as of late.
A rant from a month or so ago:
#femcees REALLY that bent about being the next queen/bad bxtch/w’ever? You can’t ALL be the best. This Highlander shxt must stop! #damn
— TRUEORIGINAL GATA 黒猫 (@ThaGataNegrra) July 29, 2012
Twitter rant, April 17th:
TRUEORIGINAL GATA 黒猫 @ThaGataNegrra
Did a search on YouTube: ”female rapper”. Oh, boy. Two things: 1) you can’t ALL be the ”best female rapper alive in the game”…….(I tried to cram all the common adjectives into that one, lol) 2) there are some really misogynist, limited, chauv bastids out there. I’m staying in my lane. Fxck what sells, fxck trying to outrhyme my femcee brethren (never battled anyway; got nada to prove!),fxck yo niche…Fxck the currently limited scope of the genre that chose me…I’m doing what I do to express me, and gonna have fun doon that shxt. I choose not to play ”the game”, cuz the game sure ain’t playing me. I colour neatly but go outside the lines cuz I…just do. #facets I’m just done w/this Highlander ”there can be only one” shxt w/chyck rappers. Done w/one-dimensional chyck rappers. You are BETTER than that…Stop trying to prove how sexy/badass/hard/fill-in-the-blank you are to the world, ladies…and just BE. Create. Damn. I know and accept I don’t belong in yawl’s arena…so I’m building my own. That will be my legacy. I don’t have to be what I’m expected to be or what motherfxckers think I ”should” be…who has time for that? #notme…
And then Russell Simmons goes and tweets this, so I RT’d: ” ‘Do what you know in your heart to be right—for you’ll be criticized anyway.’ Eleanor Roosevelt”
I go on:
TRUEORIGINAL GATA 黒猫 @ThaGataNegrra
W’ever. If you actually read my feed, you know I go on these rants every once in awhile… #randomthoughts…Yawl ain’t tryina hear me, you just wanna tweet. HAHAHAHA