Don't Blog Angry

•the production made a lot of people very very angry and the reviews were calling it ‘a desecration of shakespeare’ , other people said it was akin to vandalism

•a warning letter had to be sent home to parents because it was too late to cancel the booking

•all the teachers there looked like they wanted to die cause we were 13-15 years old lmaoo

•the play opened with really aggressive confetti cannons and in the centre of the stage there was this really muscled guy wearing almost nothing and there were four women in essentially lingerie just.. gyrating over him

•this had nothing to do with the plot by the way it was just there

•we’re only five minutes in and i think the teachers were considering evacuating us

•romeo’s dad is in an inflatable dinosaur costume for an entire scene.. no context was given

•i’ve blocked the actual sex scene out of my memory

•i might have imagined this but in the masked ball scene i swear someone was in full bdsm gear i SWEAR

•mercutio was played by a woman and just started stripping during a monologue which was an Experience

•lots and lots of twerking from background actors

I am unable to finish the Thieves Guild quest because I accidentally killed an essential quest npc. Erikur in Solitude, you probably know him because his sister wont shut up about it. Erikur was the last quest giver I needed to become the master of the Thieves Guild. He is suppose to be essential, as in he cannot be killed ever because important npc is important. 

‘So where is he?’ I hear you asking.

He is gone. 

Gone into my characters tummy. You see, I was fooling around with the glorious weapon that is the Wabbajack and happened to turn Erikur into a sweetroll….and then I ate him. I ate Erikur. He’s gone forever. Into my tummy. 

First of all fuck you all. Fuck you for all the tears I wasted on you, for all the times I wondered how I could be doing my best for you and it still was never enough. Fuck you for taking advantage of me. Fuck you for drugging me, and fuck you for taking what you thought you “deserved”. Fuck you for making me feel like I’d never be good enough for anyone & making me doubt myself, & also for making it hard to trust what anyone says ever.

but when the hem of truth was caught in your wiling eyes, my dear

I could scarcely believe my luck pacing you on tear by tear

it is no shock for you to learn that a tender heart still speaks

"You wanna help me build the catio?"

Her eyes lit up, then she looked disappointed. "But I'm a girl..."

I rolled my eyes. "Do I look like I care?"

That must have been the right response because she jumped up and chattered excitedly as I showed her how to use a tape measure, a drill, etc. We spent all day building and she had a brilliant smile the whole time. After the tenth declaration of this being the best day in her life, I said,

"Gotta love that sweet sweet serotonin!"

She immediately started giggling, "What does that meeeeaan??"

Everyone starts drawing enthusiasticly, and can’t wait to see what they look like in the drawings. When pictures are ready you notice that popular students have more pictures than rest, but nobody has done a drawing of you. The teacher notices that too, and asks if someone would do your picture. To your horror the class clown takes the job, and comes up with a caricature of you. Others are laughing, but you’re not. You feel awful. The teacher notices that. and asks again someone to do a drawing of you. One of the ‘good students’ starts drawing, but the result is forced. It’s just a drawing of a generic child wearing a shirt of same color as you a wearing. There’s no spirit, no soul in it. You start sensing that the class is geting frustrated with you. They want to be done with this. You ask quietly the teacher if you could do a drawing yourself.

After school your classmates confront you. Why did you have to make such a big deal out of it? The first picture was funny. The second picture was just fine! The drawing you did yourself wasn’t right, do you think you are that good-looking? There were other kids who got only one or two pictures of themselves. Who are you to demand special treatment? Maybe there would have been a picture of you if you weren’t such annoying baby, nobody likes you anyway, and nobody’s going to if you keep on being like that, you don’t deserve a drawing!

This could be story of bullying, but it’s also about how I see portraying LGBTQ+-people and PoC in mainstream entertainment.