Sometimes
Take off your dress.
Let's stop seeing the world this way, shall we? Hey, she can tell that when you're talking to her you're doing your best to come across as sexy and mysterious. That you're wondering about how she's perceiving you, and not really actually listening to her. That you're wondering what she'll look like naked.
Transparent.
Once, I was with some people, and he actually told his girlfriend that he'd like to go watch a classmate do her strip routine at the bar she was working at. She was stripping to pay the bills as she went through school. He talked about how hot this chick was, right in front of his girlfriend, as though she were no more than a step or a post or some piece of furniture! He didn't notice, but said girlfriend shrank a couple of inches. Smaller smaller smaller until she couldn't be seen anymore, and she had no choice but to reinvent. What other option was there? Is there? Hey, men, be excellent.
Sometimes I think that I am Valerie Solanas. It's a struggle for me, to stop my thoughts from being sexist. Breathe in, breathe out. The Y is not just a broken X. The Y is not just a broken X. Repeat it to yourself until you believe it.
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Let's stop seeing the world this way, shall we? Hey, she can tell that when you're talking to her you're doing your best to come across as sexy and mysterious. That you're wondering about how she's perceiving you, and not really actually listening to her. That you're wondering what she'll look like naked.
Transparent.
Once, I was with some people, and he actually told his girlfriend that he'd like to go watch a classmate do her strip routine at the bar she was working at. She was stripping to pay the bills as she went through school. He talked about how hot this chick was, right in front of his girlfriend, as though she were no more than a step or a post or some piece of furniture! He didn't notice, but said girlfriend shrank a couple of inches. Smaller smaller smaller until she couldn't be seen anymore, and she had no choice but to reinvent. What other option was there? Is there? Hey, men, be excellent.
Sometimes I think that I am Valerie Solanas. It's a struggle for me, to stop my thoughts from being sexist. Breathe in, breathe out. The Y is not just a broken X. The Y is not just a broken X. Repeat it to yourself until you believe it.
!
5 Comments:
At 6:18 PM,
bava said…
"The male is completely egocentric, trapped inside himself, incapable of empathizing or identifying with others, or love, friendship, affection of tenderness. He is a completely isolated unit, incapable of rapport with anyone. His responses are entirely visceral, not cerebral; his intelligence is a mere tool in the services of his drives and needs; he is incapable of mental passion, mental interaction; he can't relate to anything other than his own physical sensations. He is a half-dead, unresponsive lump, incapable of giving or receiving pleasure or happiness; consequently, he is at best an utter bore, an inoffensive blob, since only those capable of absorption in others can be charming. He is trapped in a twilight zone halfway between humans and apes, and is far worse off than the apes because, unlike the apes, he is capable of a large array of negative feelings -- hate, jealousy, contempt, disgust, guilt, shame, doubt -- and moreover, he is aware of what he is and what he isn't."
Well, she was a pleasant one, huh? If you do go out to shoot someone, don't forget to coat your bullets in silver ... and better bring two guns, in case one jams. Better yet, just shank 'em.
At 10:12 AM,
euc said…
Yeah, well, we all have low moments, right...! My frame of mind right now has been bruised and jaded by Hollywood -- it's gotten to below freezing here already and you know how that is. I find that it's a lot easier for me to sit and paint for a long time if I have a movie going. Here is what I watched recently:
Overnight, Blue Velvet, Bound. None of those really portray the male gender in a good light. I dunno, I'm having this crisis about film, and art in general. I think there are a lot of directors/writers out there who are in dereliction of duty as far as what they're pumping out into the world.
I think that large groups of humans, left to their own devices, are capable enough to produce ugliness and misery. Maybe it's naive and myopic, but I think it's the responsibility of the artist to bring some beauty into the world. I think that's why not everyone can be an artist. I'm not talking about living in a world of gumdrop kisses and candycane smiles, either, but there is so much senseless violence, degredation without purpose or redemption, etc, on the big screen, and it kind of makes me want to puke.
For me, being a photographer is a declaration that human life is WORTH capturing and recording. You know? That there is all of this immense beauty that I see and believe in, and want to write it down or paint it or expose it onto film so that I can show Aimee so she gets it too. You know what I mean? This is turning into an entirely other post. I'm thinking about turning into a renegade art messiah, though. I will burninate the wicked who are only capable of handing down what's ugly and awful. Crowbar in hand :p
You should really watch "Overnight," though. That attitude is at the heart of what I'm talking about. When you rent it, rent the documentary "I Am A Promise." It will balance you back out again.
At 8:24 PM,
porfiry said…
Patrick's uncle, Gonky, said one thing which I agree with very much (the rest of what he says is crap). He said, "there world is made up of a lot of fucking idiots". And damn if it ain't true. The problem is that you've just been deluged by the male idiots lately, you haven't been exposed to your fair share of the female ones. 'Cause they're out there. They go to Langston and they're in the sixth grade. :)
No, but really, I have been thinking about renegade art lately too. More specifically, I was thinking about another volume of a zine that you and I put together and then distribute systematically. And we do it. We can even tape a few to the McDonald's drive thru.
I had a dream last night that we were running from some real bad mofo's. We were caught in a jungle, we made it out of this warehouse building and into the jungle, but we could hear them coming with their dogs. We got to this very steep gorge, that had a river at the bottom. You looked at me and jumped. You landed safely in the water and yelled at me to follow, which I did, finally hitting the river and plummeting down several body lengths, but making it. I always jump marvellously well in my dreams. We crossed the river and lost the dogs and it was terrifying but we were doing it together and I knew that we'd make it. There was no army that could track us.
:)
You bring the coffee, I'll bring the squares, let's make us a zine, eh?
At 10:44 PM,
euc said…
no, but I'm for real, let's do it. sunday.
tomorrow is the dog shoot at time fur treats. i'm nervous! stop by if you're around, it's from 12-3. god anne, DOG FREAKS! you can break into my house and bring rugby and i will take your chrixmas portrait :D
hey, you have to see the nosferatu painting now. it's taking over my conscious reality. i think that he is real and is in my brain telling me how to paint him. what i wonder is, what's going to happen when i'm done?
sunday though. for reals.
At 1:53 PM,
bava said…
Woot, bring on the Über!
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