Post by johnnyraike on Aug 19, 2016 15:12:32 GMT
Hello boys, girls, and such! Greetings from behind a keyboard, as the stiches I was given last night make it painful to talk and difficult to understand me. But there are some thing about the last few days I feel I need to adress.
First of all, to the French Mime Assassins- Congratulations on becoming the inaugural PAW Tag Team Champions. That's really painful for me to say, and not just because you beat my team for the final victory. Well played, and if I can ever get my partner back on the phone I'd love to challange for those belts. But that is not why I write. I wish to apologize. You're criticisms of me were, mostly, justified. I understand why living in a quiet world and hanging out with FFC would leave you not knowing what a leitmotif is, but for all I know you were just stirring the pot. I mean to apologize for the offense I caused by seeming to speak for you. That was never my intention, though my hyperbole and showmanship might have made that hard to notice. I could never presume to speak for all the sexual minorities, especially the ones I'm not a part of. I couldn't tell you precisely how hard it is to be gay, because I'm not. I can tell you how hard it is to be a cross dresser, or a bisexual, or a hustler. But I can't, and won't, speak for you. Not everyone who is in a sexual minority will feel like they fit in with my team of Faeries, Freaks, and Fuckbois. If you aren't a Sissyboy, you likely don't need a Sissyboy Savior. And that's awesome, because it means you are apart of your own thing, a different sort of proof for what I hope is the over all take away of Johnny Raike: Anyone can be strong, everyone can fit in, and fuck the hate. So I am sorry for not being clearer. And I do hope that whatever professional issues may arise between us that we at least can move toward a more common personal space.
Which brings me to Nova Wonder, another member of the sexual minority alphabet who doesn't like the way I do what I do. I don't know if she can understand how lucky she is that I was in pre-match isolation mode, or I might have just stabbed her to death and forfeit the title. Prison can't be as bad as having to interact with that sorry excuse for a woman ever again. Nova, you sanctamonious, hypocritcal, sack of utter horse shit. I'm bad for the cause? Im too much, I'm scaring all the normal folks, and you seem to think I'm doing this out of the blue; pants for thirty years, then boom! Panties and a frock! No. I don't know when's the first time I wore a skirt while cutting a promo, but I know it was at least two years ago, perhaps two and a half. No one said anything. You're probably now thinking that this pissed me off and made me want to try harder, but it didn't. It thrilled me, and made me want to try harder. No one in professional wrestling cared, I'd moved from stripping to drag, and I was watching the world change in real time. So I started cross dressing more. And really liking it. I got to the point where I prefered wearing skirts(and not just for sexual reasons) so I made the change in my wrestling gear. I also changed my music because it doesn't feel like me. I'll grant that Long Johns isn't a 100% fit either, but I've always loved Lords of Acid, and I think my entrance edit gets the meat and potatoes through.
But enough of my credentials. Your assumptions, Nova, are just a hallmark of your standard ignorance. First impressions are always true, no one is as good as you, et al. I know the truth, the fans know the truth. Accusing a professional wrestler of doing something for attention is just such low hanging fruit as to be dumb; but accusing a wrestler of continuing to do something no one gave a shit about for the attention? That's so comical I'm glad it's on film. But let's talk about this embarassment thing. Do you have any idea how often the idea of you're too embarassing has come up doing the civil rights struggle? All aspects of it. We have a term for it, respectability rascism. The idea that there is an ideal we all have to live up to, and if we don't we're damaging the cause, we're hurting the others like us. We're upsetting the straight white man, and it is always the straight white man we're worried about. If he sees me on TV, he might get really made at what I dare to do and say, and he'll vote us down and it'll by all my fault! Don't act out, you'll ruin us. That's what you're saying to me.
Fuck. You.
For even thinking you have the right to tell me what is and isn't good for the cause. The LGBTQA community isn't. Hasn't been in long time. Out of the closets, into the streets, then seperate bars. We all have our own rules and spaces; we'll never have another Stonewall. I know first hand the lack of unity; bisexual men are so often looked at as dabblers or gay but lying. Lots of people have told me that I was being a sexual minority wrong, they can all kiss my perfect white ass and so can you. There is no such thing as doing sexuality wrong. Did you catch that? THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS DOING SEXUALITY WRONG. Leaving aside your slut shaming(we'll come back to the slut shaming), I can and will live out loud no matter how much you find it grating. I'm not for you. I'm not for the straight white man. But I might just be for his son, who feels different from the other boys, to show him that queer is not weak. I could be for his daughter, a reminder that you can be both girly and strong. Maybe for his .4th child, who doesn't know what they want to be and can see that you don't have to chose. Deep down inside, I might even be for the straight white man, many of whom are less straight then they believe themselves and that's ok and normal. It's a large spectrum, and that you would stand up and say I'm somehow doing the whole spectrum wrong is about as narrow minded and ugly as it is possible to be.
I am more than aware that a lot of people don't like this. It's a very vocal minorty of the country, it's people in the locker room. I've got death threats. I've been chewed out by activists. I've been bought drinks, and given hugs by people who find me inspiring. It runs the gamut. But the point of being a beacon is to keep shining. You got it very wrong, Nova, I don't want to be a martyr. That's Calvin's dumb nickname. I have no intention of being martyred for the cause. We get enough of those already, more each year it feels like. But a dying beast, cornered and with nothing to lose, will lash out hardest. I'm not causing it to react, the changing tide of the world is, but the hell if I'll sit back and watch it die slow. I won't hide myself away just because it makes people angry, not ever again. If I embarass you, good. You should be embarrassed, because you have bought into a world of bullshit respectability. You can pass through polite soceity without making waves, why shouldn't the rest of us? Because we aren't automatons, free will is a thing, and fuck the arrogance of your mind that sees your life as the only correct way.
I promised we'd get back to the slut shaming, and indeed we will. It's funny, you try to shame me for liking sex(specifically sucking cock), but you've also tried to shame me for not having had sex. Tell me, when you and Harris lie in bed at night, how does the ground not open beneath you and suck you down? That much self-unaware, hypocritical, critically dissonent energy in one space, I feel like it should open a black hole of idiocy to destroy you for the good of cosmic balance. But either way, I'm mockable for too much sex, but also not enough. Tell me, oh wise one, what is the right amount of sex? The amount you're having? Fuck off with your outdated ideas. It's like you've never been made aware of any wave of feminism. You don't like that I, as well as the twitter lesbians, flaunt it? Then suffer in silence, cause it's making you look like an ass.
Alright, well, my buzz is fading and the pain is coming back, so to reiterate: Congrats and sorry to the Mimes, thank you for the well founded critique. A big ol' choke on your own vomit and die to the judgmental conglomeration of plastic that is the Wondergirl. TTFN.
Johnny
First of all, to the French Mime Assassins- Congratulations on becoming the inaugural PAW Tag Team Champions. That's really painful for me to say, and not just because you beat my team for the final victory. Well played, and if I can ever get my partner back on the phone I'd love to challange for those belts. But that is not why I write. I wish to apologize. You're criticisms of me were, mostly, justified. I understand why living in a quiet world and hanging out with FFC would leave you not knowing what a leitmotif is, but for all I know you were just stirring the pot. I mean to apologize for the offense I caused by seeming to speak for you. That was never my intention, though my hyperbole and showmanship might have made that hard to notice. I could never presume to speak for all the sexual minorities, especially the ones I'm not a part of. I couldn't tell you precisely how hard it is to be gay, because I'm not. I can tell you how hard it is to be a cross dresser, or a bisexual, or a hustler. But I can't, and won't, speak for you. Not everyone who is in a sexual minority will feel like they fit in with my team of Faeries, Freaks, and Fuckbois. If you aren't a Sissyboy, you likely don't need a Sissyboy Savior. And that's awesome, because it means you are apart of your own thing, a different sort of proof for what I hope is the over all take away of Johnny Raike: Anyone can be strong, everyone can fit in, and fuck the hate. So I am sorry for not being clearer. And I do hope that whatever professional issues may arise between us that we at least can move toward a more common personal space.
Which brings me to Nova Wonder, another member of the sexual minority alphabet who doesn't like the way I do what I do. I don't know if she can understand how lucky she is that I was in pre-match isolation mode, or I might have just stabbed her to death and forfeit the title. Prison can't be as bad as having to interact with that sorry excuse for a woman ever again. Nova, you sanctamonious, hypocritcal, sack of utter horse shit. I'm bad for the cause? Im too much, I'm scaring all the normal folks, and you seem to think I'm doing this out of the blue; pants for thirty years, then boom! Panties and a frock! No. I don't know when's the first time I wore a skirt while cutting a promo, but I know it was at least two years ago, perhaps two and a half. No one said anything. You're probably now thinking that this pissed me off and made me want to try harder, but it didn't. It thrilled me, and made me want to try harder. No one in professional wrestling cared, I'd moved from stripping to drag, and I was watching the world change in real time. So I started cross dressing more. And really liking it. I got to the point where I prefered wearing skirts(and not just for sexual reasons) so I made the change in my wrestling gear. I also changed my music because it doesn't feel like me. I'll grant that Long Johns isn't a 100% fit either, but I've always loved Lords of Acid, and I think my entrance edit gets the meat and potatoes through.
But enough of my credentials. Your assumptions, Nova, are just a hallmark of your standard ignorance. First impressions are always true, no one is as good as you, et al. I know the truth, the fans know the truth. Accusing a professional wrestler of doing something for attention is just such low hanging fruit as to be dumb; but accusing a wrestler of continuing to do something no one gave a shit about for the attention? That's so comical I'm glad it's on film. But let's talk about this embarassment thing. Do you have any idea how often the idea of you're too embarassing has come up doing the civil rights struggle? All aspects of it. We have a term for it, respectability rascism. The idea that there is an ideal we all have to live up to, and if we don't we're damaging the cause, we're hurting the others like us. We're upsetting the straight white man, and it is always the straight white man we're worried about. If he sees me on TV, he might get really made at what I dare to do and say, and he'll vote us down and it'll by all my fault! Don't act out, you'll ruin us. That's what you're saying to me.
Fuck. You.
For even thinking you have the right to tell me what is and isn't good for the cause. The LGBTQA community isn't. Hasn't been in long time. Out of the closets, into the streets, then seperate bars. We all have our own rules and spaces; we'll never have another Stonewall. I know first hand the lack of unity; bisexual men are so often looked at as dabblers or gay but lying. Lots of people have told me that I was being a sexual minority wrong, they can all kiss my perfect white ass and so can you. There is no such thing as doing sexuality wrong. Did you catch that? THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS DOING SEXUALITY WRONG. Leaving aside your slut shaming(we'll come back to the slut shaming), I can and will live out loud no matter how much you find it grating. I'm not for you. I'm not for the straight white man. But I might just be for his son, who feels different from the other boys, to show him that queer is not weak. I could be for his daughter, a reminder that you can be both girly and strong. Maybe for his .4th child, who doesn't know what they want to be and can see that you don't have to chose. Deep down inside, I might even be for the straight white man, many of whom are less straight then they believe themselves and that's ok and normal. It's a large spectrum, and that you would stand up and say I'm somehow doing the whole spectrum wrong is about as narrow minded and ugly as it is possible to be.
I am more than aware that a lot of people don't like this. It's a very vocal minorty of the country, it's people in the locker room. I've got death threats. I've been chewed out by activists. I've been bought drinks, and given hugs by people who find me inspiring. It runs the gamut. But the point of being a beacon is to keep shining. You got it very wrong, Nova, I don't want to be a martyr. That's Calvin's dumb nickname. I have no intention of being martyred for the cause. We get enough of those already, more each year it feels like. But a dying beast, cornered and with nothing to lose, will lash out hardest. I'm not causing it to react, the changing tide of the world is, but the hell if I'll sit back and watch it die slow. I won't hide myself away just because it makes people angry, not ever again. If I embarass you, good. You should be embarrassed, because you have bought into a world of bullshit respectability. You can pass through polite soceity without making waves, why shouldn't the rest of us? Because we aren't automatons, free will is a thing, and fuck the arrogance of your mind that sees your life as the only correct way.
I promised we'd get back to the slut shaming, and indeed we will. It's funny, you try to shame me for liking sex(specifically sucking cock), but you've also tried to shame me for not having had sex. Tell me, when you and Harris lie in bed at night, how does the ground not open beneath you and suck you down? That much self-unaware, hypocritical, critically dissonent energy in one space, I feel like it should open a black hole of idiocy to destroy you for the good of cosmic balance. But either way, I'm mockable for too much sex, but also not enough. Tell me, oh wise one, what is the right amount of sex? The amount you're having? Fuck off with your outdated ideas. It's like you've never been made aware of any wave of feminism. You don't like that I, as well as the twitter lesbians, flaunt it? Then suffer in silence, cause it's making you look like an ass.
Alright, well, my buzz is fading and the pain is coming back, so to reiterate: Congrats and sorry to the Mimes, thank you for the well founded critique. A big ol' choke on your own vomit and die to the judgmental conglomeration of plastic that is the Wondergirl. TTFN.
Johnny