Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Sad Hiatus



So, my computer's gotta go back to the Apple hospital. The problems that were supposed to be fixed last time, are still occurring. Bye-bye computer. Here's to another week without you.

I'm covered by Applecare, which pretty much covers if your computer explodes in your face, and in addition to that, the original repair is warrantied. So, double coverage, for all the good that does me. What I'd like is a stand-in machine to tide me over while they fix what was supposed to be already fixed.

Anyway, I'll be gone for at least a week, I'm estimating. I know, my heart's dropping too. We'll be strong without each other.

I've already checked out seven library books.  I also plan on working on a lot more pieces for my hair accessory line- akwaeke. Because apparently, people like my stuff and would like to buy it. Who'd a thunk it?



Be prepared for a slew of awesomeness upon my return. No, I'm not nude in the above picture, I had a tube top on, thanks. Pervs.

Now, while I'm gone, here are awesome places you can go to for an awesome read.

First of all, the natural hair blog I write with Miss Fizz, our beloved Leave In The Kinks.

Then you can saunter over to Miss Fizz's own blog, Chaotic Order, to learn more about the other half of our formidable twosome.

Lobster runs a soccer blog over at Tricky Left Winger, forward it to the soccer addicts you know =)

To read some of the funniest ish laced with ig, you must check out Awesomely Luvvie. And if that isn't enough Luvvie for you (it never is for me), there's more at Luvv Divine.

For smart conscious writing, go to Model Minority. And check out one of my favorite bloggers over at Sugabelly 2.0. Oh, and if you like judging other people's outfits, especially celebrities, you may snotbubble reading Go Fug Yourself.

Now mind, there's plenty more fab people I love to read (check on the sidebar), so don't no one be getting offending if I didn't just mention you. I'm just lazy and tired of typing and depressed that my darling laptop is leaving. Y'all know I love you. Feel free to chastise me by adding your blogs in the comments.

Be good till I get back. Or be bad. Or good. Depends.

I'll miss you all :'(

Peace,
Z

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

World's AIDS Day 2009


Monday, November 30, 2009

Photograph #17



Me and my awesome little camera during the Transcending Boundaries Conference.

I love how working out gave me back my cheekbones!

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Photograph #16



Saturday afternoon delight :)

Saturday, November 28, 2009

DroolMaterial- J'Adore Gaga



I'm so serious. I am a Lady Gaga fan. I adore this artist.

Not as much as I adore Prince. Obvvy.

For the longest time, I had no idea what Lady Gaga's face looked like.  I blame that on the masks and facial apparatus she constantly wears. When I finally got a good look at it, I'll be honest- she is not as pretty as I thought she'd be.



This actually made me admire her more- because she's not as traditionally pretty as someone like Rihanna, for example. But she is so much doper! Oh my heavens, this girl is crazy! I love her madness!

Her music is all right, catchy, I'd dance to it. It's fun. I don't see it as utterly groundbreaking, but it's good. I love that she does acoustic stuff, because that was the first time I actually heard her talent come through in her voice. I started respecting her from that moment.



Honestly, in the radio versions of her songs, she does not do herself justice. The girl can sahng.

The thing that tripped me over firmly into her camp was her performances and her outfits. These are also the things that other people find abrasive about her, mostly because they think she goes overboard and tries too hard. But to me, that's the point! She is Gaga! She is committed to her character so freaking much, it's impressive. I respect her so much for that.




She pushes and pushes it until you either hate her or fall in love with her. But you'll remember her. You'll know who she is.

Whether she's suspended in fake blood or covered head to toe in black leather, I love it. Some of the costumes are a bit ugly in my opinion (Kermit?!), but shit, she's doing Gaga. It doesn't fucking matter.

And, her butt's cute.



I saw her in Beyonce's video and I nearly wept. Where did her Gaga go? I won't even link to it, go find it yourselves. Why did they tone her down like that? Why is she even in a video with Beyonce?? I'm sorry, folk can go on about how awesome Yawnce is, but Gaga's got more creativity in her lacquered pinkie than you could find sucked into those Dereon onesies Yawnce rocks. Miss B sounds the same all the goddamn time, and hasn't done anything daring in the span of my memory. I can't even listen to her anymore. I'm so tired of it. Give me my Gaga in her full insane glory!!

*fends off the Sasha stans*

Plus, Gaga looked bulimic next to B. It ain't fair. Imma need her to eat some pounded yam or something.



Gaga loves the gays, too. Maybe I love her for her drag. Or maybe it's because she is, as she says herself, a freak bitch.

I love me my freaks.

I wrote this post because she released the video for 'Bad Romance' and I swooned. She is a sick fuck, and I love it.



I'm gaga for Gaga. Despite her general lack of pants.











I Don't Have A 'Nigerian' Accent. So Sue Me.




So, Miss Fizz and I were over at Sugabelly's the other day, and what was supposed to be a discussion on body image with regards to bleaching skin and fake blonde hair somehow went into a disagreement about accents. It was started by a commenter who claimed that Sugabelly has a fake American accent and whose basic premise was that imitating a foreign accent shows a similar complex as bleaching your skin or obtaining fake blonde hair in an effort to look white. And that's pretty much all I have to say about the commenter, whose logic was faulty and who was mostly disrespectful to everyone. Tchw. Y'all know my policy on arguing with folk like that.

Anyway, it's not the first time I've heard the concept that if you moved from Nigeria to another country and end up with your accent in any way changed, you're a sell-out. Or even that if your accent isn't crunk genge Naija, then you're trying to sound janded and foreign because you think it's better than sounding Nigerian. To be honest, there are a lot of Nigerians who adopt a fake and exaggerated American or British accent for reasons unknown to me. I met a lot of them in Nigeria, but not in the US- not yet, anyway.

However, the fact is that a lot of Nigerians don't have the stereotypical Nigerian accent. Most Nigerians I know have some elements of a British accent for several reasons. A lot of us have parents who speak English with a British influence. My mum did all her tertiary education in London and I'm sure her accent shows that in part. My dad went to medical school in Russia then in London, and always had an aversion to me mispronouncing words in the name of a Nigerian accent. He definitely has a Nigerian accent, a crunk Igbo one to boot, but God forbid I ever said 'behd' instead of 'bird', or 'wata' instead of 'water', or 'faya' instead of 'fire'. It's possible to speak in a Nigerian accent without mispronouncing words, but let's face it, a lot of the accent involves mispronouncing words. I still have trouble pronouncing words with 'th' in them, using the 'd' sound instead.

Also, what is a Nigerian accent? An Igbo accent? A Yoruba accent? What if you're Igbo and speak with a Hausa accent from living in the north? Are you faking it then? Imagine how many ethnic groups we have, with all their accents. I move that there is no such thing as a 'Nigerian' accent for someone to accuse another person of not having it. Nigerians have a gazillion accents, with many nuances, depending on a million factors- like where you grew up in Nigeria, who you grew up around, et cetera.

How about the fact that Nigerians speak British English? In the States, I've been told several times I have a British accent because I use British words (post instead of mail) or because I pronounce certain words in the British way versus the American way (a-lu-MI-nium instead of a-LU-mi-nium). That's not me trying to fake sounding British instead of Nigerian, that is part of my Nigerian accent.

To be honest, I never had what was considered a 'typical' Nigerian/Igbo accent in the first place. Even in primary school, people always accused me of trying to sound janded just because my mother wasn't Nigerian and because I enunciated my words a little differently. I wasn't trying anything, that's just what my accent was. Growing up around predominantly mixed kids with foreign mothers probably influenced how I spoke, because I was exposed to a multitude of accents other than the regular Igbo accent. To accuse someone who grew up around accents other than a pure Naija one of faking their accent is simply ignorant.

The point that annoys me the most is the accusation that if you move to the US and your accent changes in any way, it must be a deliberate choice, i.e. fake. Um, excuse me? It seems that there's a sentiment held by some Nigerians- that a true/original/proud Nigerian wouldn't allow themselves to have anything other than a Nigerian accent with no trace of any foreign influence (like, um, being colonized?). Bullshit.

Let me point something out. If you naturally have an accent with touches of the Brit or the US in it, and you forgo that in favor of sounding more Nigerian, aren't you faking it? I could go around sounding crunk and Igbo 24/7, but that's not my regular speech pattern, so why should I? To placate some strangers from my country by having a more acceptable accent for a Nigerian person? Fuck off. My accent is a natural result of my life and upbringing, not an attempt to conform to a 'foreign is better' ideal. No one has the right to come up to me and tell me I'm faking my accent. Nonsense and Golden Morn.

Some Nigerians never lose their original accents, no matter where they live. Good for them. Others undergo a change in how they talk, based on their surrondings or whatever. Good for them, too. It's a novel idea, isn't it, that people are different. Mr. Okoronkwo that still speaks like you just plucked him out of Port Harcourt despite having lived in Houston for 15 years is not a 'better Nigerian' than Ekenedilichukwu who has a British accent after living in West Ealing for 3 years. Who the hell are you to judge?

Here's another shocking concept, that people unconsciously adapt their speech patterns depending on their environment. That this is a natural occurrence, far different from someone faking an accent because they feel it's superior to the one they started off with.

I've had people from the UK tell me I have an American accent, which I found offensive, lol. Then again, no American has ever said that to me. Also, I had to realize that from living here, I have picked up idioms and slang that are distinctly American. Therefore, to someone from the UK, I probably would sound 'American'. If they heard me speak Pidgin to my friends or family, they'd probably realize I sound Nigerian. I've been confused for a West Indian due to my accent- does that mean I was faking a Caribbean accent? Nope, it just depends on another person's perception of how I sound.

Attending a school with a strong international community definitely impacted my speech patterns because I learnt and used slang that my friends taught me. My West Indian friends had me cursing in French Creole and using words like 'muddacunt', those from Ghana introduced me to 'Charley!', et cetera. I was living in the South, and till this day, I still say and type y'all quite frequently. None of these dialects took over the way I talk, bits just got added to the conglomeration I already speak in. Lobster now says 'idiot' in an Igbo accent (hilarious!) and conversely, I find myself thinking things like 'absolute shite' and 'get tae fuck' in a distinctly Scottish accent, lol.

Frankly speaking, my accent is a fluid thing. Overhear me talking to Miss Fizz or Caramia, and you'll catch the Naija in me, no problem. I may be speaking to my mother, and I'll tag on the very Malaysian suffix of -lah to some of my sentences, with a touch of her lilt. I can switch between the dialects of Pidgin and Ebonics, depending on who I'm speaking to.  With my sister, we flutter between the deep Igbo accent, Ebonics, and our baseline hodgepodge accent with a touch of British. Shit, spend a holiday with my family and you'll be bombarded with changing accents, none of them faked. Maybe it's a TCK thing.

Anyway, my point is that many Nigerians have a farrago of accents, and it doesn't make us less Naija in any form or manner. So all y'all who stick your noses up in the air because you have a 'purer' accent can get tae fuck with your discrimination. We're not fakers or wannabes, and if you can't recognize that, then I can't deal with your insulting close-mindedness.

Mschewww.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Transcending Boundaries Conference



I think it would be fair to say that last weekend was a crucial turning point for me. I made arrangements to go to the Transcending Boundaries conference literally the day before it started. Luckily, I'd just switched jobs and my weekends are unexpectedly free :) I think it was the list of workshops that got me interested, mostly because there were topics that I hadn't discussed with real live people. Ever.

The conference defines itself as for "bisexual/pansexual, trans/genderqueer, intersex and polyamorous people and our allies." To be honest, I was rather terrified to be attending it on my own, but I knew that it was an important step in participating in what is essentially a community I belong to. More on that later. 

So yeah, terrified. I get so nervous when I attend events on my own. Swing and salsa dancing should have stomped that out of me, but then again, you have to interact with people when you dance. At the conference, I didn't see myself going up to anyone and making friends. First of all, I'm shy. Secondly, I don't exude shyness. It just comes off as stand-offish or stuck-up. Plus, I had no idea what to wear. I didn't know if a pleather jacket with matching boots would be a bit too 'dom-y' or frankly, make me look more confident than I felt. So I toned it down, plugged my iPod in, and entered the hotel where the conference was held, registered, walked around clutching my registration material to my chest, then hid in the bathroom to put on warpaint make-up.  

A lady with curly dark hair came in, saw me, and promptly expressed profound relief at having met another person of color at the event. It turns out that she (C.) works for the GLBTQ department of NYU, and since I start at NYU in the spring, it was pure serendipity. She was sweet enough to let me latch on to her for the rest of the conference, really, and introduced me to the rest of the NYU crew. I like latching on to people when I'm scared. Plus, there was this chick with an afro that was possibly the first person I noticed when I came in, as I thought "Aha! A chance to give away one of the LITK cards! If only I were not such a wuss!". 

And that's how I made five new friends :D  The first event was a vigil for the Transgender Day of Remembrance, but it turned out to be in a church and the crew was not cool with that. Personally, I'm acclimated to churches, but they've felt like a chore in the past year, so not going into one was copacetic with me, really. We ended up standing in a circle burning sage and a candle beneath a pretty tree, ironically on church grounds, and had an emotional sharing session. For me, it was so relieving to speak honestly to people about my journey and hear about theirs, and in those moments, utter strangers became allies. 

Or maybe they were just like- who is this random chick spilling her guts to us over the scent of sage?? Lolz. Nonetheless, we all had dinner together at the restaurant where Lobster works, I had a confessional conversation with C. about some ish I haven't spoken to anyone but Lobster and Miss Fizz about, we hung out in the hotel for a bit, then I headed home and dumped all my new learning on poor Lobster, lol. 

Second day, I started workshops at 9am with Intersex 101, moved over to Transgender Suicide Prevention, then to one about Identity and the Sexual Spectrum. Tristan Taormino was the keynote speaker at lunch, where the rest of the crew joined me, then we picked out some awesome badges, went to a few more workshops and ended the night at the burlesque performance. 

To cut a long story short, the finicky details of the conference are not as important as what I took away from it. Let's review:
  •  Respect and courtesy are vital, especially when you're not as informed as you'd wish. It felt amazing to have someone actually ask me "What do you identify as?" instead of assuming. On the same note, asking "What pronouns do you prefer?" is terribly important, so I need to remember to do that more...you should too....
  • I'm shrugging on the identity of pansexual, simply because I find myself attracted to transmen. And genderqueer folk. But I'm keeping bisexual. And mixing it with queer. Because I can. 
  • Having a conversation with another bisexual woman who understands things like the frustrations of having crushes on straight women was amazing. I feel validated and not so alone. Plus, we drooled over people together all night. Was hilarious.
  • I have peoples. I am a part of the LGBTQ community, all I needed to do was take a step forward instead of putting myself on the outskirts because I haven't been involved as much as I'd like. I'm not a fake. I belong. 
  • I can dress however I like. The second day, I was in a grey buttoned shirt with epaulettes (courtesy of Lobster and H&M) with a skinny shiny grey tie, black pleather jacket, black skinny jeans, motorcycle boots and emerald eyeliner. It's not easy. 
I'm sure there were more revelations, but I'm tired and tomorrow's Thanksgiving. I'm thankful for the NYU folk. I send y'all love. 


Photos may be added, but I needed to get their permissions first. Look out for updates as my brain functions better- it's my bedtime :P
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