how do you feel about this tumblr? is it too generic? is it too focused on bullshit romanticism and contrived ideals of masculinity? is it just too fucking white? is it still emotional if i don’t feel anything?
for a while now i have just been going through the motions of reblogging content that fits. it’s cheesy sometimes, but i do try to skip the completely masturbatory flickr favorites. there’s never any dick but it’s plenty suggestive. there are other tumblrs just like this one, except they’re maybe a little less angsty.
this was once my secret safe haven, where i could stockpile ideas that seemed like ideal realities. now i think i’m a little smarter. i still value plenty of the content, the art and photography of many talented folks that finds its way here, and the relationships developed as a result of the zine that came forth… but i’m just not sure what purpose this serves now.
what do you all think?