DAY OF THE WHORE
Once upon our time, it started this way...
| What is Feminism? by Doodle1 (Wed Mar 7 2007 12:20:22) Feminists want equal rigths. But what is the fundy definitio |
3 Women Pr Gloria Orenstein (Greek Chorus of the Hicks : “Is she Jewish ????? Is she Jewish ?????”) will often openly marvel at the fact that she was born on International Women's Day (March 8th) and grew up to be a professor of Women's Studies. For her experiences have taught her that "the most ordinary occurrences in our everyday lives, in what we mistakenly think of as non-sacred reality, are in fact signposts on a path whose underlying pattern has been set in motion with our birth, or more likely perhaps, even before our physical birth into this dimension." And looking back at the synchronistic signs, symbols, and omens of her life has convinced her of the genuine sacredness of worldly reality. http://www.usc.edu/dept/comp-lit/biographies/fc_bio_orenstein.html So…. HAPPY HYDES OF MARCH TO DIAMOND_D, MY FRIEND THE MOORE DISLIKER and HELEN_WHEELS, ALL WOUNDED WARRIORS OF THE GOD OF WHORE !!!! (and for those wondering about the presence of Helen here, I’ll specify that she was born on International Women's Day – simply). http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/March_8 http://www.un.org/ecosocdev/geninfo/women/womday97.htm When I was a lead singer and lyricist for punk band The Phallocrats (christened by your servant, but soon to be unbaptized under the pressure of progressive hippies and feminist ass licking zealots X, drummer, and Y, keyboard player), I met Z, who was to become my best friend and still is to this day. Z decidedly fell in love with me and I couldn’t fall in love with her. Not really. This caused many a tangle which forced me to look deeper into my beliefs (in a nutshell, Death To Patriarchy) and question my own intimate postulates in regards to the nature of femininity. I perceived that the figure of the Mermaid – that Suave Obstacle to Brave Ulysses’s Quest For Home - was the one who best summed up the way I felt about women. My ma had rocked me as a child, but she had also rolled me all night long. The frigid, distant, sulking and chic approach of the Neo-Romantics of the ‘80s (a tribe I hated) was the one that suited me best. I'm taking nothing It's not my way It's almost summer now This bed's been made Some time ago a figure strolled Along the esplanade Changing in the mist and light Underneath the green arcades A blurred girl A blurred girl Are we running still? Or are we standing still? Are we running still? Or are we standing still? Standing so close Never quite touching Standing so close Never quite touching A blurred girl A blurred girl Wounded in sleep again The sequences move by me A million miles across the room A tearing sound of smiling We're fixing distances on maps And echo paths in crowds The light from other windows Falls across me now A blurred girl A blurred girl A blurred girl A blurred girl Standing so close Never quite touching Standing so close Never quite touching Never quite touching Never quite touching Never quite touching Never quite touching This song by John Foxx (!!!) from his first solo LP “Metamatic” inspired the one I wrote for Z, with a little help from my friends Y and A (composers) : It’s looking good He’s looking good She sat and he stood now she’s in the mood He’s better than nice He’s as cold as ice He’s not here. It’s looking at you He’s looking at you You smiled and he flew now you start anew He’s better than sweet He’s a piece of meat You’re not here. It’s looking like They’re looking alike They yelled and they died now who’s got the mike They’re better than you They’re bitter and blue They’re not here. It’s looking grim It’s looking dim It came and passed now it’s here to last It’s better than new It’s always been you It’s just here. She liked it. |
Jeanne Dielman, 23 Quai du Commerce, 1080 Bruxelles Z was and is a radical feminist, who first introduced me to Valerie Solanas (whom I only knew by name) and her “SCUM Manifesto”. I didn’t fall in love with Z, but I fell in love with her Black Jesus Christ. So, if you feel so inclined, you can check the tribute I wrote for her, as well as for (originally) Upsize This, an absolutely terrible “left-wing”, “”””””pro-Moore”””””” site which, before the populace of the IMDb Fahrenheit 9/11 board, was to be the first to get a taste of my Dr Robert medicine, and to ban me for that (but that’s another story) : http://michaelamour.blogspot.com/search?q=valerie Now of course Valerie eats John Foxx for breakfast. As for Mike, he did write a piece called “The End of Men” – a piece clearly inspired by this she-V -, for Stupid White Men. Sadly and surprisingly, this text is (easily) one of his worst. Some critics mercilessly called it a rant and I didn’t try to dissuade them. I guess that, to Mike too, women remain a Dark Continent. And of course patriarchy has made sure that they remain a Dark Continent to themselves, to complete the picture. |
Britney Spears So I’ll close this lecture on my favorite Feminist Anthem – a still of the situation and the broken record which both sums up and tears apart the Feminist Rut : X Ray Spex’s “Oh Bondage Up Yours !” in 1977 : Some people think little girls Should be seen and not heard But I think, Oh Bondage, Up Yours! One, Two, Three, Four Bind me tie me Chain me to the wall I wanna be a slave To you all Oh bondage up yours Oh bondage no more Oh bondage up yours Oh bondage no more Chain-store chain-smoke I consume you all Chain-gang chain-mail I don't think at all Oh bondage up yours Oh bondage no more Oh bondage up yours Oh bondage no more Thrash me crash me Beat me till I fall I wanna be a victim For you all Oh bondage up yours Oh bondage no more Oh bondage up yours Oh bondage no more Bind me tie me Chain me to the wall I wanna be a slave To you all Oh bondage up yours Oh bondage no more Oh bondage up yours Oh bondage no more Bind me tie me Chain me to the wall I wanna be a slave To you all Oh bondage up yours Oh bondage no more Oh bondage up yours Oh bondage no more Oh bondage up yours Oh bondage no more It was 30 years ago today, Poly Styrene taught the band to play. But she’s been going in and out of style, and now she has retired, like Leonard Cohen, in a monastery. For no Rut can be torn apart. It just doesn’t work that way. Guaranteed to raise a smile ?…. Valerie died in material and moral misery. Poly Styrene wore off too early, too soon. As for Z, she has married an asshole who hates me to piss me off, and now she spends a lot of time complaining about her man being an asshole and wondering why on earth she married such an asshole to begin with. ….Well, the International Day of the Whore is still part of the month of Mars... |
The Definitive James Bond Soundrack Bond is the definitive male archetype today. A selfish, classless twit who serves the upper class so he can keep on shagging the best wines and drinking the best girls, and who's only attracted to already married women, so that he won't do what his Calvinist mom doesn't want him to do. James BOND. So this is where the bonds of marriage are today... Hell-O-Hell. Once upon our time, it started to end this way...
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| What is Feminism? by Doodle1 (Wed Mar 7 2007 12:20:22) Feminists want equal rigths. But what is the fundy definition? |
Re: Montenegro and all that
by Waldo-6 (Thu Mar 8 2007 09:39:37)
Gypsies are cool.
SIGNATURE : Ma Ze Po?! Republikat Bananot?!!!!
| Re: Montenegro and all that by JackDelahunt (Thu Mar 8 2007 09:46:53) Gypsies make cartoon movies. SANTUARY! ________________________________________ SIGNATURE : ----DEATH TO HIPPIES!---- |
Re: Montenegro and all that
by Waldo-6 (Thu Mar 8 2007 10:48:19)
Gypsies are like hippies, only they live in reality.
SIGNATURE : Ma Ze Po?! Republikat Bananot?!!!!
Re: Montenegro and all that
by Moores_watch (Thu Mar 8 2007 16:43:04)
Reality ?... It's immaterial...
....My wallpaper today.
SIGNATURE : Does anybody really know what time it is ? by Chicago Transit Authority.
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