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The collective gasps, laughter, nods, and the rustling of audience members crossing and uncrossing their legs delight me. Attending something sexy, whether a film festival or a play or an event that is billed “sex-positive,” inevitably has me smiling in appreciation at my fellow attendees. We are all there for the same reason: we are interested in sex.
You really don’t want to miss this. If it is remotely possible to get yourself to a showing of Bike Smut as it crosses North America, I urge you to make it happen. Minneapolis gets it Saturday 9/22. Milwaukee gets it Thursday 9/27. Then Chicago, Detroit, Toronto, and more. In fact, you might be able to get Bike Smut to come (or cum) to you. Write them at firstname.lastname@example.org. The tour is in process. See bikeporntour for the ever-updated information.
Portland, Seattle, Bend, Salt Lake, Boulder, Denver, Ft. Collins, Bozeman – we’ve already been gloriously Bike Smutted. And it was good. So very very good.
What is it? you’re probably wondering. Because they say is so damn well, I’m taking this right off their tour site:
“Pornography is inherently exploitative and damaging to women,” she said, wide-eyed and earnest.
It was all I could do not to roll my eyes at this friend-of-a-friend. With as much diplomacy as I could muster, I began talking with her about pornography, feminism, and the intersection of the two.
“Oh, no, I completely disagree that all porn is exploitative and damaging,” I said. “Are you aware of feminist porn?” She was not.
Two women board an airplane, they kiss, people get offended, an altercation ensues, and those kissing women are kicked off the plane.
Uh Huh Her bandmates Camila Grey and Leisha Hailey, also known as a cast member of “The L Word,” were asked to leave a Southwest airplane yesterday. Twitter chatter flowed, official statements are bouncing back and forth, and there have been calls of a boycott (though the National Gay Pilots Association asked folks to chill out and take a pause before using the b-word).
We’re in the midst of filming the Bodysex documentary.
Cast and crew are gathering, many of us meeting each other in person for the first time, and old friends reunited.
The welcome and the energy and the excitement are providing me with a rush of adrenaline and emotion. I am endeared, and we haven’t even yet sat down together, naked, in a circle, the director and crew capturing the ritual to edit with our interviews, and share with the rest of you.
The overlaps have been in castration form this week. I’ve told you about my first ride on the Sybian, but what I didn’t tell you is that I destroyed the phallic attachment.
I like to claim pussy power, but admittedly, when I settled down onto it, there was already a slight tear. I’m guessing it was the time spent on my hands and knees, rocking back and forth, that enlarged the small tear, nearly decapitating the phallus.
The next day, I again thought of the castrated Sybian when I saw a friend’s status update: “Yesterday I observed that if a female rabbit becomes annoyed with an overly… shall we say, ‘attentive’ buck, she’ll castrate him by chewing off his sex organs. Nature is amazing.”
Shortly thereafter, I read Carlin’s post about Hef and grinned at her description of how he “pinned big cotton tails on women’s asses.”
Hefner wants to make women into bunnies? Well, female bunnies grow up to be female rabbits. And they are not to be messed with.
Pussy Power, people.
Sinead O’Connor, writing on her website:
I’ve been repeatedly asked will I ‘do anal sex’. Let me make it very clear.. Any man I contemplate has to be into anal sex.. It was a family paper so they wudnt have printed it but let me now take time to make VERY clear that yes I ‘do anal’ and in fact I would be deeply unhappy if ‘doing anal’ wasn’t on the menu, amongst everything else$$ So if u don’t like ‘the difficult brown’.. Don’t apply… I’ve had reasonable complaints from lesbians that they have been excluded. This was terribly remiss of me and I would now like to make it clear that women will also be very much considered.
The time has come to bid farewell to Dee Greene. I’ve been pondering Dee’s departure for some time. Ultimately it was a mixture of NPR, married men posing as lesbians, and a long-overdue chat with my dad that prompted me to put the pseudonym to rest.