Plums. "during times of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act"
Iraq Body Count Project Leeds United Against Racism
A girl. A busstop.
Tyrone Shoelaces. Geddit? Oh dear...
Fabulous Janina, darling
The seaside boys
Julie: thinks she's Butch. Ha!
Lady of the Flowers Gives Gracious Audience
Rollo Kim Reporting
Cherry's da Bomb
Daniel Byron, scion of a proud family
Past the Flyboy's arm
Nelson Evergreen's readers Vikings
The Gorgeous Blonde
Mordant's beautiful when ze's angry
Mark likes big rubber sticks
The thinking blogger's Pin-up
E.Randy Dupre speaks. you listen
Antipopper:For The Unconditional Military Defence of Britney Against Sexist Witch-hunts
Places to Play
Thin Line - An SS/SB Archive
Bengal On The Web
Kick It Out
Leeds United FC
You wanna piece of me?
bitch the bitch
Thursday, August 19, 2004
A Favourite Quote, in lieu of having anything of my own to say:
"In S/M, or in any form of sexuality, there are a lot of different potential spiritual experiences. There's the opportunity to worship, in the person of the beloved, a representation of the divine. One can see sexuality as a form of ministry which generates joy instead of adding to human misery. That joy is often a conduit into a transcendental state which can lead one to experience a sense of unity with the divine. S/M can be used to do shamanic work, to induce trances and do healing. Rituals can help people to leave behind unwanted parts of themselves and undergo transformation. Sex can be used as a magic act to request a blessing or bind yourself to another. I could go on about this for days.
"It's basically a matter of intent, I think. If you want sexuality, whether that's S/M or vanilla, to have a larger meaning than a hot fuck or a really good orgasm, then it acquires these other levels or layers. There's absolutely nothing wrong with wanting a sexual experience to be nothing more than physically pleasurable, of course. In fact, I sometimes get impatient with BDSM people who use the language of spirituality to justify getting tied up and beaten when the desire to do that is valid in and of itself, and doesn't require any sort of apology or dressing up. But who am I to differentiate between genuine spiritual striving and guilt? We're such complex creatures, the only person who can really make such judgments is the individual who is involved in the experience""
--Patrick Califia (who else, really?)
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
Fuck You Very Much, Howard
Michael Howard and Anne Widdecombe on the news. Attacking 'politcially correct policing'.
I can't move for politically correct police, can you? Damn them, getting underfoot with their surveys and multiculturalism....
Howard promises, if elected, to scrap proposed monitoring of racial harassment/S&S by the police. Measures recommended by the Macpherson report into the Stephen Lawrence disgrace.
According to Howard 'what we care about is law and order'. No matter if Blacks and Asians are unfairly stopped/jailed/prosecuted, eh? That's not a law an order issue, that's Political Correctness. It's only a few darkies...
Measures to further the fair and even-handed process of the criminal 'justice' system are apparently nothing to do with Law and Order, either.
The really scary thing, is as someone pointed out when I posted this on Barbelith earlier, you could have reasonably assumed that this was a Blunkett speech.
Added to watching Darcus Howe's compelling but depressing 'Don't Call Me Nigger', it's hard to not believe that race relations are fucked. That since 9/11, the progress made since the early 80s is being rolled back further and further each day.
William Hague was parrotting this noxious rubbish when the Macpherson report was published, five years ago. At that time Neville Lawrence correctly accused Hague of playing the race card, nice to the see the Tories evolving, innit?
And that Fly's right when he suggests that anyone who uses the phrase 'political correctness' in serious speech is probably a moron.
Sunday, August 08, 2004
Touched For The Very First Time
Sorry ladeez, it's all been hectic, mainly with Pride , some thoughts:
from an IM conversation, some explanation as to why this was my first 'proper' Pride:
Me:sooo am shattered by very bouncy. my first proper pride. sad but true Friend:wow...i thought you would be a veteran
Me: we-eell. I know. I'm rather embarrassed I've been to a couple, but only with say, one friend, often straight. For a long time I found making/meeting queer friends verry difficult. Actually, also, for a long time, just eating/sleeping/breating/carrying on living was difficult. I'd already been scared off by some biphobic bullshit when i was first out in london.... (NOTE: hadn't occurred to me to look for a Bi Community then. Idiot.) blahblahblah, basically.
This year=gang of mates marching as the bi group, (so doing the whole 'get together for breakfast/hang out thing..)then manning stall- which made it easy for mates to come say hello, hooking up with gay friends from town, elsewhwere, geeklife , people from ">BiCon and straight mates and and and.... Today=beaching it, various of the bi crew turning up for swimming, picnic and chat. going dancing in the afternoon, popping in on the girlpub then wending home...So now I'm tired but elated.
Then again, a soupcon of Gay Shame on the side?
Downsides: flyering and occasionally having l&g people thrusting them back at me and barking 'no way'. You can't catch bisexuality from flyers, fuckwits.
Announcer's spiel:"'brightonbothways' - haven't made up their minds yet". Can't find a font big enough for the Fuck Off I'm aiming his way.
Pride will be getting an angry letter from me. Coz, yeah, if yr not very committed/haven't made up your mind, it's normal to spend 4 hours carrying a heavy banner and tramping around. A friend in the crowd telling me she heard 'make up your mind' comments.
Mind you, this is all balanced out by several people who came to our stall and said how wonderful it was/grateful they were that we'd been such a big presence in the march and park. At which point, we got rather snuffly.
*sings, a la Neil Tennant* "aaaabsolutely faaaabulous"
For balance, there was soooo much good. Feeling part of a tribe, a family, feeling utterly joyous at being bi,queer,out and proud. Enjoying my home town being turned wonderfully topsy-turvy. To the point where popping home for some quiet time, it was really odd seeing m/f couples. Wicked. *Fantastic* costumes - design to die for - will post pix as and when I get 'em...
Talking to happy new people all day, being part of the first Bi presence at Brighton Pride in *years*, Hooking up with so many people, and thus realising that I've built myself, in the space of year, the firm foundations of a local queer(social) life from practically nothing.
Oh and being cruised by an extremely hottt leatherdyke couple... not being that into them, but having lovely convesartion about bi/bdsm/how fabulous I looked. *g*
All that, not remotely trashed, and hardly spending anything. Spent more on a pair of bargain cuffs than on the rest of the day....
Apols to anyone I've neglected, should be back in circulation a bit more. Until Bicon, and the brightonbothways 1st birthday and ..and. ...
Friday, July 09, 2004
Race, culture and madness. Go read Antipopper. I'll be back later.
Then go read Aliens and Alienists: Ethnic Minorities and Pyschiatry - Littlewood, R and Lipsedge, M.
Oh, and if that's a little long, as a tangent, why not join Zaiba Malik on a bus ride through Muslim Britain:
"So what if Fozia and Nabila give priority to their Islamic rather than their British identity? They have an aura of serenity that I have encountered in few others I've met on my bus journey. Many of those, including myself, are coping with an internal battle where one side is armed with faith, culture and heritage and the other with integration, assimilation and homogeneity.
The front line shifts frequently but this is a personal war that cannot be won while we are judged on our every move."
Thursday, July 08, 2004
Note: i haven't got my mobile phone atm, and am unlikely to get it back before Monday so call me at home/email me at the below address if yr trying to get hold of me.
A thread on Barbelith gets me thinking about my parents...
Wish my mum had given me her looks. I got dad's, he's lovely, but def in the 'nice personality' camp. Seen pics of mum in her 20s, and she was *stunning*, and my sister got 'em. Bitch. :D
I've got quite alot of my parents in me, good and bad, but I'd've liked my mum's brains. Not that mine are bad but hers were pretty spesh, by all accounts(she was *totally* a theorybitch!).
Brains and looks. Sickening, huh? ;)
My dad's sporting talents - he was a great footballer and cricketer(cricket to under21 national level); that would *so* rock. And his kindness(though I suspect that would come parcelled with his extreme passive-aggression, and I'm pretty glad to have avoided that.)
Nothing to inherit, bastards, but the work ethic on both of them would be very useful. :rolleyes:
Like several other people here, for my mum to have hung on for a bit longer, I'd like to have known her for a while as an adult/not a stroppy teenager. Like nesh, I doubt any time would have been good to lose her, but a few more years would have been great. But then again, maybe they wouldn't have been.
Met mum's oldest friends recently, who seperately told me how much I'm like her; mannerisms, interests etc. (she was a theorybitch!)
Which, as I hardly remember her, is an odd feeling. And apparently it spooked them just how strong the resemblance is. I'm hoping I haven't inherited the more destructive bits, though.
Really wonder what she'd've made of me as an adult. When I think about it, being denied the chance to develop an adult relationship with her is probably the biggest regret I have in my life.
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
Smith and Mighty's Anyone still sounds bloody great. Clashing those beautiful words and melody up against a slooooooooow and hefty minimal bass and speedy snares makes for a disorienting, beautiful track.
The disparate elements fit together, not harmoniously, so much as queerly, each is modified by the other, the vocal to the point of detuning, adding to it's straightforward melancholic beauty a sinister shrill.
Thank you Radio 2 for the reminder.
I may try and find it, but my connection's shite, so do yourselves a favour and dig it out.
R2 is knocking my socks off tonight.
In the last couple of hours:
* fantastic recording of Chaka Kahn live.
* Way Out West - doc covering the origins/evolution of the Bristol sound, with contributions from pretty much everyone involved. Hence the Smith and Mighty...
* Mark Radcliffe kicks off with The Supremes' You Can't Hurry Love
Thursday, June 17, 2004
fluttering around my blogslist, I catch up with kick's world:
but i am busy, i have a lot to do (little implicitly connected with actually scoring an actual job)
Thankyou dearly Kick, I think I've found a subtitle for my blog.
Chilling on the beach yesterday, friend pointed out that I always seem to have alot more going than most people we know.... Even the non-mong ones.
Jobs, though? Naaaa.