Huzzah!

scissor me timbers [1]

2010-04-07T12:49:00.000-07:00

"Dildos, fingers and mouths, that's how lesbians have sex, right? But ______ told me they also do this *does scissoring motion with her fingers* is that true?"
We confirm that, sure, lesbians, het-couples, anyone who wants to can and probably does.
Cue gross out and vagina-hate.

Gah. I ran into an extremely rigid view of sex this week, and besides walking away from the "conversation" stunned, floored, the I Wanna Be A Sex Ed Teacher! in me feels kinda sad [2].

So even though I haven't updated since... THANKSGIVING?! jesus, ...I haven't really got the time to give this the attention it deserves so for now I'm just going to link to two of the best places for REAL sex information online. We've got loads of Cosmos around the apartment and while they are fun to read aloud, they scare me. Because the person quoted above totally solidifies the stereotype--not even stereotype--of a girl who absorbs that kind of shit and takes it to heart, as much as she laughs and scoffs at some of the articles.

Early2Bed which is in Chicago what whaaat!

Swedish Organization for Sexual Enlightenment --Be sure to check out the publications.

Also, after not knowing what to do with me, where to categorize me in her life, and having this non-conversation, I think I've been pegged as The Lesbian. Red hair and a sex-positive attitude... color me queer, apparently.

Hating vagina-hate does not automatically make one a lesbian, by the way. It means I respect and revere my womanly body *giggle giggle*.
So... kindly suck it.

[1] Roommate plagiarism
[2] Maybe I want to teach "Sexual Expression" instead, hah. Of course I'd have to learn to shoot my sexy mouth off to more than just Jane and various corners of the internet.

Greetings From Marshall, Minnestoa

2009-11-26T17:49:00.000-08:00

Thanksgiving has not been terrible or traumatic in any way, but I'm longing for the day when I'll be celebrating traditionally family-focused holidays with my friends/various lovers/Viggo Mortensen instead of at my parents' or uncle's or sister and bro-in-law's house.

Maybe next year. Maybe after college. Maybe with people who are as turned off by this particular holiday as I am (I'm lookin' at you, jb)

In other, but similarly self-obsessed news, I cut my own hair (fringey) and dyed it red as soon as I got home from Chicago. Sort of wish I would have done it sooner because I've been looking a mighty mess the past few months, growing this natural-color shag mess out. Haven't learned my lesson, though, I still want a few more pixie cuts in my life.

Hopefully the next time I update I'll have figured out what sort of body musing thing I want to do with this hunk'a'junk and I won't have to write about family and, christ, my hair.

Girls With Slingshots

2009-11-24T17:26:00.000-08:00

Thanks, Bitch Magazine, for all the web comic recommendations! Although, I am too sucked in to this one to even glance at the others.

Jamie (pigtails) is my favorite by far.

Alabama, Arkansaaaaw [1]

2009-11-22T22:00:00.000-08:00

I can't think of a woman's voice I like more than hers. Regine's? Almost. Ani's?

Well, alright, it's a tie between this Jade creature with the excellent haircut and Ani D.

[1] I know how to spell Arkansas.

2009-11-21T20:10:00.000-08:00

Late Thursday night I stood outside a movie theatre with J and K (actually, due to coffee and cramps, I shuffled around outside a movie theatre with J and K) with tickets to the 12:04AM showing of Twilight.

You might not believe this, internets, but I was real excited.

I can’t tell you whether or not the movie was any good because I am of the opinion that the source material is gawd'awful, but a sparkly, rouged Robert Pattinson vampire is as close as I’m gonna get to him in drag. Hopefully, that changes soon (Rob would be an interesting Hedwig), but in the meantime..

J and I were not allowed to sit near R because she frowns upon talking and excessive giggling during movies, but I’m pretty sure she burst out laughing louder than me a few times.

We (Becca lol) were shushed (and someone definitely yelled, “shut up!”) within the first minute (Sparkly!Rob likes to sneak-sparkle in meadows), but other than that, I didn’t think we were being rude. ...thoughts, R?

I had a blast, and the only thing that offended me (because I wasn’t prepared for it, unlike all the other stuff that usually offends me about this series) was the unfortunate parallel between domestic violence and being a werewolf.
“Don’t make me mad, Bella, or I won’t be able to stop myself from ripping your face clean off!”

This movie has been throwing around epiphanies left, right and center so I think I’ll share mine:

First of all, I think I’m in the minority when I say I liked Taylor Lautner’s wig.

He looked thickly androgynous, and it was pretty appealing. I’m used to a waify sort of androgyny, like David Bowie or that blonde model with the hair.

Walking home at 2:30 in the morning, I realized that my (sometimes) preference for gender bending men is the universe’s way of throwing me a bone after refusing to let me be a lesbian.

This explains why I’m only attracted to an androgynous looking DanRad.

Effeminacy and androgyny are really different in my mind, and the pull to andro men has nothing to do with how effeminate they are. I’m actually a little turned off by effeminacy, but not nearly as much as I am by excessive masculinity.

So let me explain why I loved watching a long-haired Taylor slide off his bike like it was nothing (you know, right before he dances out of his shirt [1]).

I’m trying to compile a list of things to do with my body which utilize and respect it as the awesome tool that it is. So far I’ve got meditation, aerial acrobatics, water choreography (my favorite), various forms of dance (varying by culture, not necessarily genre), and a few sport-related activities I miss (ultimate frisbee, volleyball...)

I may need to add “motorbike riding and abrupt stopping” to the list.

It’s all about the skillful use of his body to control the noisy hunk of metal. That’s hot, man. And it doesn’t matter where he falls on the gender spectrum. Kristin Stewart could have moved her hog into a controlled slide and I would have said it was hot.

Although I wouldn’t care to sex her up afterwards.

[1] I think it’s important to state, quite plainly, that TAYLOR’S BODY IS UNNATURAL AND HILARIOUSLY CREEPY. Please don’t confuse my “mmm hair” attraction with admiration for his whole silly self. ‘Cause.... no. The only pleasure I got out of his underwear/jean short scenes was giggling at the likeness to Marky Mark

"I have never been in a natural place and felt that that was a waste of time. I never have. And it's a relief."

2009-11-18T20:46:00.000-08:00

Ahh, Universe. Throw a couple Viggo Mortensens my way so I can decide if this polyamory[1] thing is for me.

11PM, detailed outline for complicated analysis paper, GO!

[1] "Many people think non-monogamy is just about sex or about “having one’s cake and eating it too,” as it were. But non-monogamy can be about a lot of things. For some people it’s about love. For others, it’s a life philosophy. But, ultimately, it’s about living honestly." -Polyamory in practice: An open discussion with Tristan Taormino and Jenny Block[2]

[2] The footnote seems unnecessary in such a short entry. Fun though.

Apparently I have more to say..

2009-11-17T22:38:00.001-08:00

...it's just the one thing:
I really want to get that copy of cosmo and tear it apart with Jane. I also want to get my cousin a subscription to New Moon, but I think she's just left the recommended age group (and I remember thinking I was too old for some of the 'articles' when I was well within the age group).

I get a lovely, sick pleasure out of denouncing media portrayals and patriarchal expectations of women.

Have you learned nothing of Jurassic Park, Karl?

2009-11-17T21:35:00.000-08:00

So I spent the last two minutes looking at my nips as I lie here in bed with old pilkington xfm clips playing on my computer, and I decided that I want to do some sort of... weekly, body, natural, feminist... musing.

I haven't quite decided what exactly it is I want to do but shoc's polls from ages ago about areola size, and the unsexualized embracement-and sharing of-one's own nudity happening on my tumblr feed these days has got me all, "Yay! Let's all be proud and naked, bodies are great!"

In the meantime, I'll just share this:

"Definitions of polyamory usually characterize polyamorous relationships as both sexual and loving, because polyamory involves not just sex, but emotional relationships. But based on my research, “sexual and loving” doesn’t capture the nuances and complexities of polyamorous relationships. Those terms also don’t communicate how polyamory can not only reject mainstream models, but expand ideas about what constitutes a relationship.

I define polyamory as the desire and practice of having multiple significant, intimate relationships simultaneously; the relationships may encompass many elements, including love, friendship, closeness, emotional intimacy, recurring contact, commitment, affection, flirting, romance, desire, erotic contact, sex, and a spiritual connection.

I use open relationships as an umbrella term to encompass many different styles of non-monogamous relationships. There has been a lot written about swinging and polyamory, but people who are practicing non-monogamy who don’t identify with those terms, identities and communities have been left out of the discussion. I wanted my book to cover a diverse array of styles of open relationships."

I need to read this book.

And just for lols

p.s. Janey, when I was cutting Becca's hair in your bathroom last week she took her shirt off (to wet her hair in the shower without getting in), said something about one of her piercings shifting, and I wanted to ask to see it/them without being inappropriate. Maybe we should invite her over early Thursday night to get her drunk and holler SHOW US YOUR TIT STUDS! Y/N?

Erm.. tell me when you see this so I can delete it and avoid mention of B's basoomas floating around the blogosphere..

mock and vilify the douche

2009-11-17T09:32:00.001-08:00

Thanks, Feministe

"Unlike a lot of other common insults — “bitch,” “cunt,” “retard,” “fag” — “douchebag” actually insults something that deserves to be insulted. Douching is terrible for women; it can lead to infection and irritation. Douches exist only because women have been told that our vaginas are unclean. Douches, and the bags that reportedly accompany them, are terrible, no-good products. Insulting douches doesn’t insult women — the existence of douches insults women."

As briefly discussed with J, I like the word cunt. Just not when it's used as an insult. And I like that bitch has been reclaimed, at least by the people over at Bitch Magazine (and NOT in that idiot "ohmahgawd, becky, you are SUCH a bitch! Gimme back my curling iron!" sort of way). I like it 'cause it's a bit more rough and tumble than 'goddess' but they sort of imply the same thing, to me.

"[Douchebag] implies arrogance and a particular parody of masculinity."
Parody of masculinity. I feel like that is the only kind of masculinity I see these days.

As an aside, I think I found the best fucking Hanukkah pressie for J, and I'm probably a little more excited than it actually warrants. But... so priiiittyyyy

Back to this old thing, then.

2009-11-09T12:53:00.001-08:00

Hello blogspot.com

Sorry about ditching you for a year and change.

Livejournal has become my place to complain (unreservedly), so I'm returning here in an attempt to write actual thoughts and feelings about things other than my current state of mind/body/schooling. Because as we all know, DePaul University is a shithole.

Weren't aware? Well, now you are.

Jane and I were talking, momentarily, about the Stupak amendment last night, and I tried to explain how I felt about this whole..."democratic" system we live in. I'm trying to gather my thoughts (and wits) more coherently, and maybe then I can write it up here.

I don't want to move to Canada (I still want to move to a French city that isn't Paris), but I want to explain why most days I feel like packing it all in and giving my country the ol' hand of victory (if anyone makes a fuss I'll tell them I'm deaf) instead of joining a grassroots coalition to be the change I want to see in the ~~world~~ United States.

'til then.

such is life. or some such nonsense

2008-03-22T10:59:00.000-07:00

Simon Birch Sun
Jurassic Park The Lost World S
Jurassic Park S
Personal Velocity S
Enchanted S
Love, Ludlow F
Semi-Pro TH
Gone Baby Gone TH
Atonement W
North Country W
What's Eating Gilbert Grape T
Tin Man M
The Counterfeiters M
White Oleander (M??)
Driving Lessons SM?
Enduring Love S?
Something's Gotta Give F
Rocket Science F
Snow Cake TH

In Soviet Russia blog posts you!

2007-12-07T15:07:00.000-08:00

I am watching Phantom Museums The Short Films of the Quay Brothers, which my mom picked up for me at the library. I'm also mucking about on the computer so I have NO IDEA what's going on, but the puppetiering and whole visual aspect is SO COOL. I don't know if I would understand it even if I was paying close attention.

It is cold up here in the family room. The fire place has not been used yet this winter.

3.5 more weeks of Bloomington, Minnesota before school starts up again. Oh, Chicago, I miss your windy embrace. But I dread being back in the dorm room. Ughk.