The last of this Britney shit, I swear.

Because I'm obsessed with myself.

If you read one of my blogs or twitter regularly you've probably heard by now that Britney Spears came to do a concert in San Francisco and Good Morning America came to film Lyric, the community organization for queer and transgender youth where I work.

Hopefully this will be my last entry on this whole ordeal, since I'm getting sick of talking and hearing about it (but I doubt it--my mom has still yet to see the clip, and I have a feeling this will out me to her.)

Basically, I think it's cool that they did a piece with Lyric and Larkin St. Youth Services in it. However, I'm not impressed with how the whole piece was framed to be about Britney helping/caring about queer youth (only because they are "her fans") when the fact is she did not do much for us. Sure, we got VIP tickets for her concert. But is that really helping us in any way? No, but it was a move to make her look good. Even less impressive is the fact that she didn't even come to visit us during her trip to the Castro district (Larkin isn't located in the Castro, but Lyric is. Famously.) She even visited the GLBT Historical Society, which is around the corner. I mean, if queer youth is your "cause"... don't you at least want to see us, and not the organizations that aren't youth-specific and may or may not even be youth inclusive? Doesn't make any sense to me.

Also, I'm kind of annoyed with how all the voices in the piece are of white youth and community workers. That's not an attack on those individuals at all; I know the majority of the folks in the video, and they are all amazing. But the majority of the youth I work with are people of color, and we were all interviewed and filmed, yet they edited to show these specific participants' voices... a bit too obvious in my opinion.

The clip is available here.

Vanessa

Evil Twins' Summer 2011 Plans

Mark and I have too much stuff we want to do. A couple of these things are plans we couldn't fit in this time around.

•Get tattoos (my first; his fourth)
•Friendship bracelets from Barneys CO-OP with Kelvin
•Get racket at Pride weekend
•See the Balenciaga exhibit
•French food at Bisou
•Participate in AIDS Walk
•Hot pot in the Richmond
•More shows, including Yeasayer
•Be temporary roommates again ♥

April will pass by like nothing honey, soon enough our YSL DSL club will reunite again.

Random is fine

Spring break doesn't make much of a difference to me since I'm only taking one class at city college. The only thing that matters is that a couple of my close friends come back to San Francisco :-)

My "spring break" started on Thursday. I'm already exhausted from these past few days... kind of sad. I haven't had one decent night of sleep. But that's okay. I think it'll happen tonight.

This is my break so far, in instagram.


The much anticipated Toro y Moi show. Braids, one of the openers, was a nice surprise. They are perfect music to fall asleep to. Toro y Moi's set was great, but a bit too short and I wish they played 'Minors' (I told Chaz this when I met him.) Btw, he is really cute and geeky. And kind of shy.


Mosaic Frida at a post-Toro y Moi taqueria visit


My friend Mark was my temporary roommate, this is his luggage


Mark in my room

two boys. two mixes.

p.s. this isn't for you, you asshole. ♥

vanessamcqueen at 8tracks.com

I've decided

It's kind of absurd of me to make this a "fashion focused" blog. Because there are plenty out there. And I don't exactly think about fashion in a way that allows me to write a blog that is focused on it.

I really think a lot more about social justice issues. That's what I can write about. I don't think I can take photos of shit, my outfits and bracelets or whatever and upload them and post them. It seems pointless. Maybe once in a while. But I need somewhere to write about everything else.

In the end, I'm kind of just writing this for myself... again. But I'll try to keep those relationship ruining rants off here this time around.

P.S. It's been hard for me to think about anything but Japan for the past few days. I know it's not very practical to stop living life once a disaster like this happens, but it feels wrong to go about life as usual. What can I do other than stop and think and donate money? It makes me feel sad. And I've had this really strong (and overly dramatic) feeling that I might die soon. So I've made it my goal to come out to my mom before she leaves for Hong Kong (this Thursday), because I told myself I have to come out to her before I die. Part of me doesn't think I'll really die, but I don't know, this is how I think.

Vanessa

Japan

American Red Cross
*If you are in the US, simply text REDCROSS to 90999 to donate $10 from your phone (you'll be prompted to confirm with a second text reading YES).

Links to different organizations to donate to HERE.

I've been reading tweets from YOON and TOKYO DANDY. Follow them.

Heru heru heru

I have a love/hate relationship with my hair. It's such a pain in the ass to take care of sometimes. But in a way it's my "look". I don't know. I wish it would figure itself out.

Stuff that makes me want to grow my hair long:

Basically, Sun Fei Fei, Chiaki Kuriyama, and other pretty girls.

I like:
That you can tie your hair up and style it differently
That it can look good messy
That it's sexy
I like it in general

Once upon a time, I, too, had long hair. It was after I grew out my mandatory childhood bowlcut. And, I'll be honest, it was all wrong. I looked like the girl from the Ring. Once I chopped it off I finally got the Joan Jett-ish (not really) haircut that I had always wanted (age 13). I felt cool. Also my demigod Agyness Deyn came into my life not too long after that, and there was nothing I wanted more than to be lil Aggy. So the short hair stayed.

Stuff that makes me want to keep my hair:

Two of my favorites, Jean Seberg and Tao Okamoto.

I like:
That it's easier to wash
That it suits me
I don't know, I've had this hairstyle for 5 years

Downside:
There's only really one way of styling it that works... and there is maintenance involved. You have no idea how appealing it sounds to just wake up, comb my hair, and have that be the end of it...

I'm going to a wig shop with my bestie to see what other styles would look good on me. Either way, it'd take me forever to grow my hair out. And it would go through a really long and awkward phase in between. Goddamnit.

I wish hair wasn't actually attached to our scalps and we could just put on a new style everyday. Like clothes. I've been cutting my own hair in more or less the same style since I was 13. I need some new inspiration.

On a side note: Why can't I just be Sun Fei Fei?

Vanessa

Land: Horses

Leather jacket Rika. Top Vena Cava.

I constantly wonder whether other people feel the same way about their hometown as I do with San Francisco. I can't really explain it. Sometimes when I wander through the city, I just think, what a strange, beautiful place... at the same time, I become tired of it so often.

It's like when I visited Los Angeles over New Year's. After four days, there was nothing I wanted to do more than to zone out on muni and chill at my favorite cafe in the Castro. So am I doomed to forever wanting to be somewhere else?

When I get sick of dear San Fran, it's usually because of how small it is. I rarely meet new people who I don't already share mutual friends with. And then it gets down to be about what high school I went to. And I don't want to be judged based on what I was like in high school.

I can't imagine living in my hometown for the rest of my life. After a while this familiarity starts to feel oppressive. All the streets hold their own meaning and are tied to memories... and I don't know why that is so painful, but it is.

Move away. Move to London. A different country. A different continent. I've always been a proud San Franciscan, but never a proud American, anyway...

Vanessa

Clean slate.

I decided to finally do something with this blog.

This is to be fashion focused. But, knowing me, I'll find a way to also make it about everything else in my life.

I felt relieved after deleting all my previous entries, but since I'm a sentimental person, I backed everything up on another page. After all, those are two years worth of my thoughts... and as embarassing as the majority of the content is, I like seeing how much I've changed.

Something that will never change about me? My initials are VSL. Add a line to the V and voila. Re: Yves Saint Laurent Y-mail clutch and gold chain bracelet, served on Purple Magazine Fall 2009.

Side note: I'm a big fan of gaudy gold jewelry.

Vanessa
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