Author: foxtongue

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Someone told me the other day that I obviously hate my femininity. I loathe the fact that I’m female. It really made me stop a minute and think, because I’ve never thought about it. I’m a girl. Oh yeah. It reminded me. But, then, I think they’re wrong. I don’t hate that I’m a female, nor do I wish I were a male. Either thought seems repulsively outdated and fruedian to me. I don’t think of myself as either. Why is it something I should dwell on? Because I have breasts? Because I don’t like high-heels?

What I dis-like is the ideal of femme. The, oh-I-have-a-vagina-so-I’m-a-brainless-fashion-victim. Especially that whole victim thing. So of course I go EW, when I’m being girly. I also go EW at the male aspects of socialized behavior. Football watching masculinity with beer in hand. We all know our stereotypes. Why go into it? More importantly, why be one of them? Why buy into that? Women are no more mysterious than men, our naked bodies no more interesting. Nor are all men chauvinistic droolers after women who think in sports and cars.

I think I blame the generational thing for this. I can think of a few reasons – the internet; the way we were raised; the changes in interaction, in the world view of today.
We live in a world where you may never meet your closest friend except over the screen of your computer. So why would gender matter?
We weren’t raised by hippies, so there’s no ultra-feministic backlash in our childhood constantly informing us that we’re bad people because we don’t treat women right. We were raised by the generation after. By the people that grew up still with that sexist, “women are special creatures” thing and decided that they didn’t want to be their parents.
Importantly also – we have been raised with a death threat. We are the AIDS generation. Sex is death. Body fluids kill. And you might not even know that you have it.

It is more than likely now that you will cuddle under blankets with your friends when it’s cold. You will sleep in their bed when you stay the night. You will sit in their laps on a crowded bus, and you will huddle up with five other people to crash after a party. And your sexuality will not enter into it. Your sexuality doesn’t matter, nor affect the situation. Your gender is nulled, unimportant. It will not even be considered.

Course, a decade or two back, and if you were sitting in someones lap, cuddling whilst you talked, apparently that meant that later you were going to sneak off and have sex. Now? Ghods no! Why would you? Our social interaction doesn’t work like that. You don’t know that this person has bodily fluids that aren’t going to kill you.

We wander about thse days, not usually thinking about our gender, nor the boxes that they used to trap us in. Unless, of course, we believe in gay. Which I personally don’t see as relevant. Feminism and homosexuality both had wars to fight for equality, but to fight a war, there must be a united front. There must be rules as well as passion. You are either/or. You are for or against. All very black or white. All very not us.

We are gray. Neither black or white, we are not playing by the rules. Gay is dying, almost dead, being replaced by a lack of strictures. I am neither gay, nor straight. “I don’t think of myself as straight – I think of myself as bi. It’s just I haven’t met any guys yet who turn me on.” Sexuality is now an open field. Play where you want to, but we will wander everywhere.

They cannot take this away from us. Their jealousy doesn’t touch on the truth. Hate is just fear, little kiddies. Hate is getting old, and weak. I will hold hands with my friends, and they with me. I am glad to have friends who love eachother, who aren’t afraid of themselves.

On November 5, President Bush signed into law the “Partial-Birth Abortion Ban Act of 2003,” the first federal abortion ban in U.S. history. Proponents of this law contend it is designed to ban a particular procedure. Opponents argue it will subject doctors to jail time and fines for utilizing a range of procedures that might be the safest and most appropriate for a particular woman in a particular situation.

The new federal ban is nearly identical to a 2000 Nebraska ban that the U.S. Supreme Court struck down three years ago because it covered an overly broad category of procedures and failed to include an exception to protect a woman’s health.

There is no accurate information available on how many women obtain “partial-birth abortions” because there is no accepted medical definition for that term. The medical procedure that comes closest to the one supporters of the bill say they are trying to ban is the dilation and extraction (D&X) procedure. Data from The Alan Guttmacher Institute indicate that fewer than two-tenths of one percent of all abortions were performed using this procedure in 2000. However, the overly broad language of the bill could also encompass dilation and extraction (D&E), the most common second-trimester procedure.

Three groups have immediate plans to challenge the ban:

–The American Civil Liberties Union on behalf of the National Abortion Federation, a membership organization for abortion providers;
–The Center for Reproductive Rights on behalf of Dr. LeRoy Carhart, the Nebraska doctor who won the Supreme Court case mentioned above; and
–Planned Parenthood Federation of America (PPFA).

In addition, PPFA has launched a website, http://www.protectwomenshealth.com , focusing on the potential effect of the ban.

For an overview of induced abortion in the United States click http://www.guttmacher.org/pubs/fb_induced_abortion.html

For more information on the threats to women’s access to abortion see: The Antiabortion Campaign To Personify the Fetus: Looking Back to the Future http://www.guttmacher.org/pubs/journals/gr020603.html or The Campaign Against ‘Partial-Birth’ Abortion: Status and Fallout http://www.guttmacher.org/pubs/journals/gr010606.html

For more information on the 2000 Nebraska case, see
High Court Strikes Down ‘Partial-Birth’ Ban, Upholds Protections for Clinic Clients < http://www.guttmacher.org/pubs/journals/gr030412.html For information on state bans on "partial-birth abortion" click here http://www.guttmacher.org/pubs/spib_BPBA.pdf All current and archived articles can be downloaded from The Alan Guttmacher Institute's Web site, http://www.guttmacher.org

I’ve the largest pot we have full of pumpkin goo. It is orange and brown and there’s prolly a couple gallons. Now considering that the largest recipe I have for pumpkin pie only requires two cups….

My ghods – this is going to be a lot of treats.

M’Love and I went to the Ballet on Sat evening.
Dracula, as performed by the Colorado Ballet Company.

It opened by suddenly dropping black upon the theatre seat with a loud crash of a snare drum, meant to be knocking. Trite, I thought, but the room echoed with the audiences surprise. The stage lit dimly and showed the opening credits as dance. A dream sequence, with Harker and Mina. They at the alter being separated by death. Walking together and she being attacked by a madman. They at the alter, this time her in a coffin. Very cleverly worked and it caught.

Throughout the first act, there seemed nothing but cleverness. They had breathed life into the staleness of a traditional ballet. The sets were almost constantly moving, and in Romania, the contact improv mixed into ballets forms was delightful. The villagers catching and eviserating a wolf, then parading it around was a pleasant surprise, as was the set for the castle.

Unfortunetly, the cleverness seemed only a device to draw you in, not anything that they would deign to continue with during the rest of the performance. After we meet Dracula, with his swirling movement and his amazing red cape, it drifts into a “pick-up-the-girl-and-twirl”. The second act, which opens on Lucy’s ball, was busy and uninteresting. You could watch the maid get her bottom pinched, and run around the stage away from the butler or the young girl who drank too much unnatended at a table who then gets sick, but they took away from the act. There were so many miniture plotlines to follow that as a chance for the dancers to solo, it was pointless. Lucy’s death, as well, was silly. The men, grieving at her death, flounced unapppropriately around in tailcoats, ridiculously flinging thier legs above thier heads.

The third act began as uninteresting as the second, though picked up considerably as the vampires danced in the Carfax Abbey Crypt. The resemblance to the local goth night was more than a little amusing and made the scene that much more fun to watch. All of the femmes wer put in large black wigs, and danced as if they were marionettes on strings. Lucy, now covered with blood and one of the undead, showed more skill here than in her solo in the second act. Dracula’s defeat isn’t worth mentioning, so I shant, as it really was dissapointing.

ALl in all, a wonderful, fantastic show with a grand first act, and an interesting third, but still, sadly, a traditional ballet.

Heya everyone, I was out at Starbucks the other day and was reminded of a desperate need. Does anyone know where I might buy one of these bears?

This will seem silly, but I would dearly love to get a piece of my missing past back.

Thanks

I am sitting alone in the basment with gregorian chanting wafting out of the machina speakers with the scent of pumpkin. Soon I will go and add spices to my mixture, and create the beginnings of a pie.

We carved our orange friends on thursday after dark, giving them personality and depth. Two small round balls, now moldering on the step were mine to discover. Wreaths of shape and artistry chiseled out of them with my knife. I put a sky on one, and on both, broken hearts. M’Love made of the large one a monster. Appropriate for the size, and amusing for the fangs.

Friday was spent through the city with purpose. A corsage of velvet roses, fangs and red handcuffs. I dropped off a wedding dress for my brother and found my way to the isle with the flour.

Chain was bought and links, to wrap around my wrist. I tore my eyes out, and let them fall from my face. I ate them, I, Love. Black and red flowing, they were mine and I consumed the gaze of all who looked upon me. I reigned the queen of lonliness, the ghoddess stereotype of death and longing. The western world.

Today I am cooking. Pounds of flesh boiling on the stove. I will simmer them until they are nothing. I will tear them, I will shred, I will destroy the bonds until there is nothing to tear. Then I will add cinnamon and cloves.

My partner, Bill, and I have the top floor of the house for rent. Bill is a musician and sound designer for television, film, and theatre, so be warned – we have a studio in the basement, complete with drum kit, which can become loud. As the space is the top floor, this has not been a problem, but just thought I should let you know. *grins* Also – his tap dance troup comes over sporadically to practice.

It’s $400/month, plus 1/3 utilities. There are two rooms, both with built in bookshelves, a large yard with giant cherry trees, (and parking pads, if you’ve a vehicle), and lots of storage. It works out that we share kitchen, bathroom, & livingroom, but each have a room to ourselves. We’re non-smokers, but if you must, then outdoor smoking is okay.

We’re situated close to Victoria & 49th. There are shops nearby, mostly chinese food stores, a Value Village, and a mostly organic supermarket 10 min walk away. We are on the Langara bus route and are 20 min max to downtown by transit. We have pets, (cat + chinchilla), but sadly cannot accept any more furry creatures into the home, unless they’re the sort what live in tiny cages.

Um… I can’t think of what else to say, so I guess that’s my blurb. If you have any question PLEASE feel free to ask.

Thanks,

~jhayne

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*sighs* This is so depressing. Of the eight or so people whom expressed interest in renting, only two have bothered to get back to me, and of those two, neither one has called me back.

It’s 2 days till the first…