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Maybe if you get your buddies to say it enough it will be true.
It's wild to see daytime talk show hosts sitting next to an even bigger attention whore.
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>internationally acclaimed
> Comedy
>internationally acclaimed
Maybe if you get your buddies to say it enough it will be true.
It's wild to see daytime talk show hosts sitting next to an even bigger attention whore.
Does he have a thread?
I don't know, but it should.
In doing so he also deletes his culpable deniability over Alok Vaid-Menon, silly boy. Now we know he knows.
Hello friends and welcome to the Alok thread that we have. It's not just his, but it's what we've got so we're gonna use it.I mentioned it in passing a while back, but I'm amused to no end how fat hairy pedo-desi Alok has suddenly reappeared from the woodwork just in time to take advantage of Dylan's reflected glory, apparently having completely discarded his former "queer influencer" friend Jacob Tobia now that the latter is old news. It actually inspired me to make a little meme image:
Alok's actually had a bit more staying power than Jacob Tobia - Alok's red, Jacob's blue:I mentioned it in passing a while back, but I'm amused to no end how fat hairy pedo-desi Alok has suddenly reappeared from the woodwork just in time to take advantage of Dylan's reflected glory, apparently having completely discarded his former "queer influencer" friend Jacob Tobia now that the latter is old news. It actually inspired me to make a little meme image:
You know, I've never considered myself a feminist, but there's something particularly rage-inducing about the sight of this fruity little ABCD prancing about in his prettiest saris in a country where in recent memory a young woman was gang-raped so brutally that the majority of her intestines had to be removed as a result of traumatic injury, and one of the attackers tried to claim she had it coming because she shouldn't have been out at that hour (around 9:30, heading home with a male friend after seeing a movie), and that she shouldn't have tried to fight back and just taken it silently.Alok's continuing to shit-stir by appearing on the cover of Indian wedding magazine "Brides Today":
I suspect Janani and Alok were not amicably parted as they're both contentious people. The last Darkmatter performance seems to have been at Stanford in February 2017, shortly before Alok's solo poetry anthology "Femme In Public" was released. He started his solo tour in March, performing at Grow Hackney in London with Travis Alabanza. In a July 2017 interview with Spiktinok there's an acknowledgement that Alok is "taking a break from Darkmatter"Come to think of it, are these two still in touch?
Then by August/September they seem to have formally announced that DarkMatter was over. It's hard to reconstruct because their website and all social media (including YouTube) have been completely deleted.You’ve recently announced that you’ve taken a break from DarkMatter Poetry. Can you tell us a little about what that project with Janani meant for you?
I met Janani at a really foundational stage of my life. I was just beginning to really question gender, both my own and as a concept. Meeting Janani at that point- we were friends for like, nine years? We were both at that place where we were questioning a lot of things, about ourselves and the world. It began as a series of questions and having someone else to work through them with was invaluable. It gave me the confidence to say and do things that I’m able to do now.
I wouldn’t have been able to do what I do if it wasn’t for that friendship and if it wasn’t for many of those friendships. In the same way that celebrity is toxic for tokenism, it’s toxic in the way that we pretend that it’s individual people’s hard work and not the contributions of the community that leads to recognition. All of my writing is the reception of all the lives I’ve encountered of other people. I think about what it takes for someone to even actually approach a stage. I meet so many people who have been writing at home, but who would never share, thinking, oh, I’m not good enough, I’m not confident enough.
I was the exact same way, and then I met Janani who would just say, shut up and do it! *laughs* And then when it went badly, Janani would look at me and say, okay, actually, you need to work on that. And that’s how we grow.
That’s why I hate this very Western. masculine model of the artist who sort of goes into-
The woods?
The woods, yes! And this ivory tower from the world and is separate. This is not how women and trans writers work, we need the support.
When I started, I didn’t really have a role model. I didn’t even see what I was doing as poetry. I thought of it more as diary writing- it was me sitting in a corner, writing down my feelings. I was reading poetry beyond what was assigned to us at school which meant a lot of traditional, white, British poets, which I did not identify with at all. I’m really mad about that because I feel like a lot of young people don’t really see their work as poetry, or as art, because we’re constantly comparing ourselves to the canon. That’s so fucked,. We are our own canon, and we don’t have to write like Shakespeare or Keats to be validated.
That’s why I gravitated towards art forms such as spoken word, where I saw myself represented. There are way more women, way more queer people, way more people of colour. And I think that what happens is when we make art accessible, it’s not perceived as art. And that’s what we need to change.
I vote for name change, since most of the content in the thread is already about Alok anyway. Maybe edit the OP slightly to shift the emphasis from DarkMatter to Alok himself.You guys think we should ask the mods to split things or change the title?
How do you make even jewellery repulsive and strangely mannish?and he's inexplicably managed to do a collab with Papa Don't Preach on his own line of jewellery:
It's at least mildly better than the clothing line he designedHow do you make even jewellery repulsive and strangely mannish?
Cross-posting @𝕊𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕟𝟚's excellent post from the Dylan Mulvaney post because it's too big to actually quote with the normal-quote"I googled Alok to find out more about about him and found this.
The whole thing is actually on the first page! It looks like my timeline was slightly off because the "Darkmatter should not be welcome in Wellington" post complaining about the "kinky little girls" claim is from October 2016, so it must have been posted on that page some time in 2016.Cross-posting @𝕊𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕟𝟚's excellent post from the Dylan Mulvaney post because it's too big to actually quote with the normal-quote"
With huge excitement in the Auckland queer community, one half of the now famous DarkMatter poetry duo, Alok Vaid-Menon performed three shows this weekend at the Basement theatre, and held a Saturday afternoon writing workshop, primarily for people of colour here in New Zealand. An American poet, of South Asian and Brahmin Hindu descent, Alok has become quite a sensation on Instagram, Facebook and other social media platforms, as well as in live performance across the USA.
Along with Janani Balasubramanian, a fellow queer non-binary trans poet, also of South Asian family, the duo DarkMatter has put bold words and faces to a voice not often heard in mainstream media. Not surprisingly, in an era of Caitlyn Jenner, Orlando and the Hilary/Trump popularity contests, their swift rise to fame as visible non-binary trans, queer, people of colour over the last four years has been hugely controversial. An outspoken critic, some would say that Alok rides the back of the underdog, while in fact being a privileged Stanford University scholar, who affords the time and money to indulge in fashion shoots with friends with fancy cameras. Their articulate sneers at mighty White America, while living so high up the pecking order of migrant hierarchies, couldn’t possibly hope to understand the real concerns of most queer people of colour, who don’t get to attend university, who don’t get to live in Brooklyn, New York, who don’t get to escape neighbourhoods of poverty, injustice, and police violence.
Others question Alok’s non-binary trans feminine identity, arguing that we should do away with gender all together and just be ourselves, ending conversations of colonial and patriarchal ideas on masculinity or femininity. How can someone transgress binary gender paradigms while so flagrantly presenting themselves in the mode of western femme culture? Seeing Alok perform, it's not so easy to shoot someone down when they fully own their own paradox. From the start they assert, they don’t have to be a woman or a man to be a coherent human being. A quick flick through online profiles should make anyone aware that there is more to this than meets the eye.
The backroom at Basement Theatre was jammed with tables and chairs, and tiered bleachers lining the back wall, packing in as many people as legally possible in this tiny dungeon of an underground theatre. People nervously shuffled in anticipation, some cramming the floor at the foot of the stage. There was a quieter hum among the crowds too, anticipation of stark honesty, and jittery drinks to dull the pain with friends, of what is already a known daily reality for plenty of us here in New Zealand. Alok wanders in, peeking round the door and then springing onto stage, in a saturn rosebud dressing gown, with the chesty hint of a neon pink and striped leotard. The solo poet scrunches onto the small stage, polished hand reaching out to flick switches on the effects machine; Alok layers repetitions of sound and breath, short phrases, and we are deep into melancholy before we have blinked, as two poems roll out to us and fill the small room with a gentle but powerful voice.
Ten seconds later, the poem ends and Alok is all chirpy and full of banter, accidentally knocking over a plugbox full of cords, and a humble joking scuffle amongst the knees and cross legged faces staring adoringly up at the platform stage. Now we are challenged to move past our white conditioning, to give a little love in generosity to the poems we are about to receive, to let out our loudest moan in public on the count of three. All sarcasm and bravado, while pouty and flippant, Alok oscillates between serious and poetic, from fact-filled storms shooting bullets about the reality of the violence of colonial nationalism, to empathetic dedications, to loving fathers who moved countries through the inherited trauma of fitting into other peoples meanings of what it is to be a brown male or female in a white world, no matter how much they took it out on their children. People giggle at first, plenty of finger snapping agreements, and as 11.30pm wears on past midnight, the heaviness of confrontation and white discomfort spreads across the room. There is no way out, as personal revelations sit with tender memories, snippets from day to day family life, made even more painful alongside bulleted facts spat, half of all black transwomen have been in prison, and if that isn’t systemic injustice, what is?!
In Bring in Brown to keep Black Down, Alok acknowledges the diaspora of being an Indian in America, the ‘I love America’ tshirts, and the oppressions their own people have engaged in, inside and outside of white colonisation. Alok’s very embodiment, being a dark, hairy person of South Asian descent, means they are often first read as an Islamic terrorist, and then as a confusing other, or sometimes just a faggot. First recognising themselves through the white construct of “gay”, their giving birth to themselves, has been a process of both de-colonising themselves, at the same time as finding the realness in reframing their sexuality and gender on their own terms, and the strength in that. So many of us in the LGBTIQ community could empathise with the feeling that, no matter how much we move from childhood discomforts to adult self acceptance, the minute we go outside we are under attack. To many, Alok is a heroine, whose brave presence rings “I exist, I belong, I have a right to be myself, and I am not alone”. A final ballad rolls out, and repetitions whisper and fade getting quieter and quieter until you can almost hear the people breathing next to you.
Alok disappears out the door, and the audience is left shellshocked. Its not so much that the atmosphere is thick with emotion, as folks are quietly grieving together. Some people scuffle off, others are glued to their seats and drift out slowly, taking time for rich conversations afterwards, while others of us leave to dance at Family and shake it all out of our bodies, or shake our bodies out into the world a little more proudly. Aloks poetry is not just for victims and the oppressed. It’s hard to digest, unpalatable made palatably sweeter by humour, self depreciation, sarcasm, exageration. They are sometimes accused of superficial parody. One can see why, but I think it goes deeper. A good performer will always play with what is familiar, and distort it slightly, to open a gap in the actuality of our perceived world. Vulnerability, a gem, somehow sitting amongst the detracting bravado, cant negate there is a real human here, who is proudly stating and revelling in their human messiness. While they refute the trend in projecting “authenticity”, they are a living breathing conundrum made of the very complexities and paradoxes which self exposure requires, which being queer requires of us.
One thing is for certain though, Alok is a fighter, whether it’s with articulate streams of consciousness, dissecting the state of Global Colonisation or American politics, or the sarcastic humour of a generation, that is sometimes the only antidote to the pain of the unfunny state of life, the admission that we are all lonely, or the sugar sweet glee at childhood memories and reclaiming the innocence of a self before ‘shoulds' got in the way. Its so easy to de-personalise trans people. To critique them, analyse them, and characterise them. Alok’s determined giving birth to themselves, opens the space for us all to claim our fullest potential.
In case you were wondering what the other faggot from DarkMatter was up to
Yeah, I've always kind of wondered about this myself. Describing himself as being raised as a little girl doesn't really fit the way Alok talks about himself so I've always thought there was a chance Janani wrote it.The one thing I can't verify is who actually posted about "kinky little girls". They never signed their posts on DarkMatter and the post mentions having been a cute little girl - it feasibly could have been Janani who posted it
@Tard Whisperer in the Dylan thread found that Alok actually has addressed it on his personal website back in 2021 -Yeah, I've always kind of wondered about this myself. Describing himself as being raised as a little girl doesn't really fit the way Alok talks about himself so I've always thought there was a chance Janani wrote it.
He's never corrected the record on it but that might be because of bad blood between them and not wanting to talk about her.
Not that I am trying to cape for the greasy pajeet, I just remember seeing that kind of gross rhetoric on queer feminist tumblr back on the day so it doesn't seem unfathomable to me that a woman wrote it.
Very interesting that Janani is a "former colleague" and there's no acknowledgement of DarkMatter by name. I wonder if they've both realised how cringe their performances were.I need your help. Right wing and trans exclusionary media spread lies about trans and non-binary people to delegitimize our existence and justify harassment against us. This slander continues uninterrupted because it’s profitable. Since the majority of news shared on social media is anti-trans and factually incorrect I want to get something straight.
These forces have misattributed a 2016 Facebook status about girlhood to me that I did not write. These words, ideas, and life experience are not mine. This status – an analysis of a film I haven’t seen -- was written by a former colleague who was born female. The author states this in the text (“I have been a cute little girl”). This has been glossed over and erased in order to demonize and discredit me.
I have never been a girl. Anyone familiar with my life knows I am a non-binary transfeminine person who grew up a boy. For over fifteen years, I have written, spoken, and published a book about this experience.
This is how confirmation bias works: because people believe that transfeminine BIPOC are monsters, they ignore overwhelming evidence otherwise to re-enforce their views. The trope of transfeminine BIPOC as dangerous and predatory (especially to women and children) is part of a longstanding project to dehumanize us. This myth is used to deny our rights. The actual data shows that transfeminine BIPOC are the most likely to face discrimination and violence. We are not the threat, racism and transmisogyny are.
Society prioritizes other people’s words and projections over my life. This persistent malignment takes a dire toll on my body and spirit. Please correct the record and combat disinformation. Condemn scapegoating and exclusion. Resist the rising wave of anti-trans legislation. Protect transfeminine BIPOC lives. Affirm our dignity in a world that uses us as cheap shots for views, clicks, and political and financial gain.
Love and need you,
ALOK
Interesting! I believe him honestly, I've always thought Janani wrote that. That kind of anti-purity culture sentiment was pretty big in intersectional feminist circles on Tumblr for awhile, some of it was extremely creepy, and it was mostly coming from 20-something female gender studies majors from what I could tell.in the Dylan thread found that Alok actually has addressed it on his personal website back in 2021 -
I doubt Janani was stealth while they were together or even after they parted.Interesting find, is this Alok outing Janani as FTM?