Travis Scott has finally addressed the removal of transgender icon Amanda Lepore from the cover of his " Astroworld " album. Sort of. The Houston rapper took to social media Saturday to give his take on the controversy, which has lasted for several days and drawn commentary from all sides.
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August 4th,pm. Scott then posted a new version in which Lepore was notably absent, leading to backlash from people who speculated that the action was rooted in transphobia. Source: 1 2.
Emperor of Ice Cream by Juliet Childers Inhabiting a world created by what is felt and never seen, I dug a hole between the colors black and white that I thought might lead to the other side of the scarred and broken earth the aged and dying man my father had become; a hole that led to a shade of grey where I was still a child only concerned with the DQ blizzard he promised me after dinner or how we took his two door 57 Chevy for a spin after ballet every Thursday. But he put me away with his acoustic guitar and his Casio keyboard the day I heard a pounding wall, stifled breath, and gasping thrusts when my mom wasn't home. Now he lies in a bed, half-dead and attached to a respirator, trying, as he has for years, to apologize; to break even.
Like Like. No facts to back these stories up. Did you know the kids were starting to say derogatory things to Chris that they overheard their mother saying?
Apologies for posting this last dispatch from Iceland Noir so late. Pretty much as soon as the festival had finished I found myself with zero time to write it up because I got out of Reykjavik and explored some of the incredible countryside and wilderness the island provides. But these two final panels of the festival are worth writing up because a they covered important subjects and, b they were hugely entertaining.
After all the articles and more articles and more articles and more articles and finally today's Gawker article, Amanda Palmer does the right thing and announces on her blog that she's paying every musician on stage, including the ones who didn't get paid during this tour retroactively, and oh by the way has been for three days neener neener neener and oh hey, my album is doing really well! To which we say, bra-fucking-vo Amanda Fucking Palmer. Your fucked your own public brand hard, but it's never too late to start attempting to mend fences.
I wrote this song about a year ago after being repeatedly disgusted by corporate adverts using ukulele to lend a sort of twee homeliness to their globalist environment-destroying, animal-slaughtering businesses. Happily I then got them both involved in making this! Amanda on vocals, uke and ditzy hipster acting, Howard animated our squirrel!