stop SOPA!
If the internet turns from a rich, empowering platform into a fascist, corporate-driven one then I’m quitting and moving to the woods.
PROTECT IP / SOPA Breaks The Internet from Fight for the Future on Vimeo.
DIY femstral pad
I wrote this post in february 2008 and forgot to publish it haha. whoops. Well I’ve been using homemade cloth pads almost exclusively since then. They are super comfortable, super cheap, not wasteful, and make me happy to be bleeding. Call me whatever you want, but I think it’s fun to bleed on stuff for days without dying. I sewed faces on some of my pads so they look like blood-guzzling monsters.
Anyway, here’s how to make one of your own!
A = the piece that touches your vag
B = the pieces that attach to the back of A
C = the wings that sew onto the sides
Grey Spots = metal snap things
Basically, there are two layers. The bottom layer has a break in the middle where you can slide your padding in. And there are two wings that hug your underpants to keep it all in place.
Materials: Thick cotton, flannel, hemp… anything absorbent. Used cloth is usually the softest and most comfy. You will also want stuff for padding — you can sew up little inserts, or just cut more pieces of scrap fabric. <- a great use for those lonely old single socks. When in a pinch, I just put toilet paper in there.
Instructions: Just sew it together. Don’t forget to leave the opening to slip the filler in.
* don’t wanna make your own? check out etsy.
why I am vegan, pt 2
Some more thoughts on veganism, this time turning to a few questions…
A common question:
Where do you get your protein?
Beans, nuts, whole grains, soy products like tempeh and tofu, and a bit here and there in veggies.
“Plant proteins alone can provide enough of the essential and non-essential amino acids, as long as sources of dietary protein are varied and caloric intake is high enough to meet energy needs.” – American Heart Association
A less common question:
Where do you get your diabetes, heart attacks, high blood pressure, and cardiovascular disease?
I don’t!
Don’t forget about obesity and cancer as well.
Note: I am aware that, as with any diet, it needs to be done intelligently for it to be nutritionally beneficial — not all vegans are super healthy. My point is that you don’t need a ton of milk and flesh to be healthy and happy.
see also: “why I am vegan, pt 1“
chasm
woke up half naked this morning.
driving home later, I got lost. ended up in a chasm after sunset. I ran barefoot through it till my toes were numb. I felt great.
later at night, someone handed a book to my friend, put it down on the table. I opened it up and the first words I laid eyes on were “narrow chasm”.
and further: “Mind is a dominatrix. The poet‘s inner life is womblike.“
“Caverns there were within my mind which sun / Could never penetrate“
opinions of porn
I want more porn that celebrates the human body for its gorgeousness, juicyness, and deliciousness without degrading it with trashy shit.
I think the problem is that porn often(/always?) relies on standardized “fantasy” scripts and gender relations, while obscuring sensory pleasure with excessive polishing (waxed body hair, head-to-toe makeup…), flat lighting, and low-quality video. The acts replace lusty passion with mechanical pumping and staged “ahhh”s. They replace deeply complex orgasms with nothing.
I see a blur of plastic-y shapes banging against each other.
I want pure sensory pleasure.
The fuckin body is more than enough. it is more.
The fuckin body.
———>>> queer porn survey <<<<------------------- by soobjects
misery
we wandered around looking for it. it seemed like it must be somewhere, but eventually I understood that if it ever existed it was in the past, now gone.
that is a metaphor.
wet autumn
there is this wooded area in my hometown where I like to go every now and then. I always go alone, barefoot, and it is a real calm retreat for me. I rarely see anyone else there, and it always feels kind of like the place is part of my subconscious, apart from reality. this time I went out to the clearing on the hill, where the autumn olive berries grow. as I was picking them, I heard a little crunch-crunch behind me… turned around and saw a military man walking up the hill in my direction. head-to-toe in fatigues, holding a big gun with both hands. and I stood and stared as he walked up the hill, veered to my right, and disappeared into the woods.
Closeups, Identity, Objectification
Some people have asked me whether I think that closeups are objectifying or something, because they obscure and fragment identity. This threw me off a bit, because I didn’t feel like I was objectifying. I felt like I was appreciating people in an even deeper way than most photographers. It is an intimate relationship.
I argue that closeups don’t obscure identity any more than any other method of depiction. There is always a frame, always a cropping of reality. And this kind of cropping, the extreme closeup, is just appealing to me. As for the nudity, I don’t care for clothes that much. Who cares about clothes when you’ve got this endless jungle of hairs and curves and pores and crevices and stuff?
Showing someone naked and without their face doesn’t automatically objectify them. It’s not that simple. You can show profound appreciation for a living being in this way, and not be objectifying. Conversely, you could easily photograph someone in full dress from head to toe and still objectify them, for sure.
So whatever.
