Diary of a Trans-Glamazonian Princess

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gagmag — Wed, 27 Mar 2013 22:25:15 -0400

NO SHADE Screening Event

gagmag — Wed, 13 Feb 2013 05:56:04 -0500

The very anticipated Youtube series starring Donnie Duright, Juss Tamara, et al. is having a screening party in NYC. Wish I could be there for this… <3

If you’re in NYC click the link for the Facebook Event!

I do what I want!

gagmag — Wed, 13 Feb 2013 04:38:38 -0500

And I accept the repercussions.

As I grow older in this body and in years on this (miserable) planet I realise something; I become more and more aware of what I like and what I don’t. The unfortunate reality is that we often have to deal more with what we don’t like than the things we do. At least, such has been the case for me since as far back as I can remember. From having to go to bed early while the adults stood up late to being denied sweets or other such desires of adolescence. I hated it then, and still now when I consider it, but at least now I know it was for my “own good.” I was young and was unaware of how my actions might have consequences. Actions always have consequences, and they aren’t always equal and opposite. Sorry Einstein! The truth of it all is one must learn to discern what action will beget what reaction, consequence, or repercussion. One must be in tune with cause and effect. “If I stay up to 4am, I will either sleep until 2 in the afternoon or I will wake up at 8 am and feel like I’ve been shot in the face.” And that is a-ok! So long as you know what might happen and make the best decision for it. Yea, sure perhaps you could avoid all of that and go to bed at whatever folks consider a ‘reasonable’ hour, but where is the fun in that? If you’re a bi-polar functioning insomniac like moi then you’ll be fine. At almost 30 years on this planet I think I’m aware of how my body functions. I might choose to stay up effortlessly for 2 days straight and crash when I can actually relax. Of course that isn’t healthy but niether is a cheeseburger, cigarettes, or a nasty cocaine habit that rots your nasal cave ties causing you to be congested all the time and turn you into a monster of a snorer, but I digress. The fact of the matter is I don’t like being told what to do! This is especially the case when one assumes that I am either a child or in some sort of rehabilitation program. I am not to be subordinated regardless of where I am or who you are especially when you have no grounds to do so! It’s my pet peeve! I am not to be controlled, I’d rather die. I would welcome any consequence that refusal of authority brings. I’ll sleep when I want and still do whatever it is I have to, and I’ve proven it! So I slipped once and missed out on an opportunity. Perhaps it wasn’t meant to be. There will be more. Point is, if I listened to what people told me I could and could not do I wouldn’t be Jasmine.

Nobody is perfect and I don’t claim to be. Nobody knows all the answers and I define toy don’t. But I don’t position myself as an authority on anyone else’s life and I nobody has the right to do so. And if its coming from a “good” place … Don’t act like a douche. Like anyone in the world with an addiction or a personal problem of some sort, they only can help themselves. I know how I function and I know what I’m capable of. Don’t give me shit for staying up late. Especially when on most occasions you’re not making it any easier for me to sleep snorlax!

gagmag: The Walk (Final Cut) from gag mag on Vimeo. “The Walk”...

gagmag — Mon, 17 Dec 2012 01:48:28 -0500

gagmag:

The Walk (Final Cut) from gag mag on Vimeo.

“The Walk” by Jasmine McKay
A transgender woman’s thoughts on romance in the digital age.
This video is a commentary on hookup culture, the laws of attraction, and technology.

moving to san francisco!

gagmag — Sun, 16 Dec 2012 08:44:29 -0500

moving to san francisco!

jadorebrookedavis: I go to school with these people? Oh…okay...

gagmag — Wed, 28 Nov 2012 16:54:46 -0500

jadorebrookedavis:

I go to school with these people? Oh…okay xD

Real talk, though, I was Tick Tock wasted last night.

And I WAS at Ray Ross when the night began hahahah

zombibutts: WHY HASN’T ANYONE ELSE MADE THIS CONNECTION...

gagmag — Tue, 20 Nov 2012 12:16:01 -0500

zombibutts:

WHY HASN’T ANYONE ELSE MADE THIS CONNECTION YET??

Laura pointed this out to me from something she read:

“WHY AREN’T PEOPLE SCREAMING WHEN THEY SEE SILENCE? They just kind of stare in horror. Could there possibly be some sort of thing with the Silence that you don’t scream, but just silently stand there and forget once you look away?
OMG!!!! THE SILENCE ARE THE GENTLEMEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Untitled from a dream on Nov 14th 2012

gagmag — Thu, 15 Nov 2012 09:26:00 -0500

A little girl, nine or ten years old is running up, down, and around the home of her grandparents calling for her mother. Theirs is one of four apartments on the floor. Outside there are what might be typical city noises, but they aren’t. It’s night and there is the feint glow of streetlights and convenience store awnings, neon corona palm trees. The little girl exits into the hallway, the 6^th floor, searching still for her mother. No one bothers to stop her. “Where is she” the child cries, “where?” She re-enters the apartment passing first through the living room where moments earlier there was a small gathering. The remaining guests, some familiar to the girl others perfect strangers; wear their fear unwittingly on their faces. They are flushed with worry, pale skinned, red eyed, and huddled around each other. It is as if they have nowhere to go. She remembers that look in their faces. Her mother’s face was home to such a look when they were being evicted. This is why they had come to stay with grandma and grandpa. She remembers how her mothers face went limp with defeat. It seemed as if her beauty had slid off, the soft rounded parts puffed and turned ugly. She hugged her mother then, telling her it was all going to be O.K and wrapped her arms tightly around her slender waist.

Earlier at the gathering there had been a rumbling and the building shook, there were shrieks and people ran. They were having a holiday party. It was after Thanksgiving but before Christmas. It was somehow convenient for all of the guests. There were those who worked service jobs, nightshifts at hospitals, or other such inescapable schedules. They had families to support, mouths to feed, or habits to fund. The little girl had been watching something on television in the room she and her mother shared when the screen went all static and then the annoying emergency broadcast screen appeared. This annoyed the little girl, assuming it was only a test as it so often was. She jumped up and went to find her mother to ask for some eggnog. That’s when she noticed she was missing. The little girl didn’t know that her mother had gone downstairs with a man. She didn’t know that her mother was smoking a cigarette and flirting with an old acquaintance of the family.

The girl made her way past the sulking guests and toward her grandparent’s room where she heard voices from behind their closed door. She knocked, remembering that it was the polite and respectful thing to do. Her grandpa had once scolded her when she entered unannounced. He rushed toward her grabbing her by the shoulders and shook her slightly speaking from behind his tightly clenched teeth, “Don’t you know its rude not to knock, little girl!?” He let her go as she fell back from the threshold and shut the door. She heard drawers slam shut as her grandfather scrambled around the room.

“Come in” she heard her grandmother say from behind the closed door. Her voice seemed distant and weak. It was not a welcoming invite, but an empty one. The little girl pushed the door open, revealing the bare white walls of their room. She entered. Her grandmother sat up in the bed as the grandfather stared eerily out the window. Flashing lights danced across his face. The girl crawled into the bed and lay next to her grandmother. She looked up at her face and saw the same expression as the guests. Tears fell out of the old woman’s eyes and onto a bible that lay open on her lap. “Where is mommy” the girl asked. She too began to cry, wailing in long echoing rounds like a banshee. Her grandfather stared blankly into the street, a dilapidated urban scene. The sidewalk decimated and through the rubble he could see a train car erupted, like lava from a volcano but a solid silver mass. The sky was blood red and dark thick clouds moved rapidly across it. The little girl overheard her grandfather say under his breath “this is the end.”

just a sketchbook pro doodle

gagmag — Sun, 11 Nov 2012 03:02:00 -0500

just a sketchbook pro doodle

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gagmag — Thu, 08 Nov 2012 07:08:04 -0500

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gagmag — Thu, 08 Nov 2012 00:29:32 -0500

My homage is dedicated to Dina Lynnyk of the Ukraine. Her...

gagmag — Wed, 07 Nov 2012 22:43:47 -0500

My homage is dedicated to Dina Lynnyk of the Ukraine. Her fashion collages are both creepy and beautiful, an eerie composite of models that to me makes a statement about what we perceive as beautiful. They are wonderfully grotesque examples of how the oddest looking people can make the most interesting subjects and of how a combination of ‘beautiful’ parts might amount to something that is visually shocking.

My homage does something similar, but I have fused images of various genders and ethnicity to create what I hope is read as a statement on of beauty, gender, and race.

bleh politics…

gagmag — Thu, 01 Nov 2012 01:06:29 -0400

bleh politics…

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gagmag — Thu, 01 Nov 2012 00:48:21 -0400

vanityxigarette: Stills from “Wavvy” Music Video

gagmag — Thu, 27 Sep 2012 09:17:41 -0400

vanityxigarette:

Stills from “Wavvy” Music Video

gagmag: Mykki Blanco’s “Wavvy” video finally premiered! And...

gagmag — Thu, 27 Sep 2012 09:16:56 -0400

gagmag:

Mykki Blanco’s “Wavvy” video finally premiered! And Just in time for my last week in NYC!

And I’m in it!!!

He loves me he loves me not

gagmag — Thu, 27 Sep 2012 09:08:37 -0400

He loves me he loves me not

Pow!

gagmag — Thu, 12 Jul 2012 02:28:13 -0400

Pow!

Got a xigarette?

gagmag — Tue, 03 Jul 2012 16:59:11 -0400

Got a xigarette?

gagmag: I was asked, personally, to be in Mykki Blanco’s latest...

gagmag — Wed, 20 Jun 2012 00:55:07 -0400

Mykki Blanco, Mason King, and Myself

The Party Scene

Mason King and another cast member

gagmag:

I was asked, personally, to be in Mykki Blanco’s latest video “Wavvy”! I’m gagging at this and I cannot wait to see the finished product. It was styled by fabulous Rushka Bergman (stylist for Micheal Jackson’s “This Is It”) and directed by Vogue Italia’s Francesco Carrozzini (who by the way is fine as hell!). I’m still in awe of this experience and can’t believe the amount of awesome energy that was involved in this production. The video is scheduled to premier some time in July. But until then enjoy a few behind the scenes shots and some stills.

Diary of a Trans-Glamazonian Princess

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*NO SHADE* Screening Event

I do what I want!

gagmag: The Walk (Final Cut) from gag mag on Vimeo. “The Walk”...

moving to san francisco!

jadorebrookedavis: I go to school with these people? Oh…okay...

zombibutts: WHY HASN’T ANYONE ELSE MADE THIS CONNECTION...

Untitled from a dream on Nov 14th 2012

just a sketchbook pro doodle

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My homage is dedicated to Dina Lynnyk of the Ukraine. Her...

bleh politics…

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vanityxigarette: Stills from “Wavvy” Music Video

gagmag: Mykki Blanco’s “Wavvy” video finally premiered! And...

He loves me he loves me not

Pow!

Got a xigarette?

gagmag: I was asked, personally, to be in Mykki Blanco’s latest...

NO SHADE Screening Event