" Fragments of Flick

Fragments of Flick

< > > > this is what happens to every fucking thing tunneling directly into my brain
I hate long weekends...
I get that feeling of dread, time unfolding into the abyss of lonliness for the next 3 days. I will most certainly be house bound. But it is like this at the beginning of every September and I am sure once my OSAP comes in I will make a complete recovery. In the mean time I think I have sufficiently convinced my landlord that I am good for this months rent, I will just give him $100 for now and he will just have to wait it out for a couple of weeks (I pray it won't take longer then that). I knew I shouldn't but I got myself some Corona's and a book for this evenings entertainment. The Corona's are chilling as I my fingers type these very words. The book is one I have been meaning to read for some time: Forced Enteries The Downtown Diaries: 1971 - 1973, by Jim Carroll, a follow-up to his first memoir, The Basketball Diaries. I love his style. Here is an excerpt which I found quite amusing
A DAY AT THE RACES
The French call them papillons d’amour, i.e., the “butterflies of love.” I called them crabs, the tiny parasites of crotch. Jenny Ann noticed them first. Last night she snagged one as it broke loose from the camouflage of her jet black pubic underbrush and slowly tried to patrol the crevice of a scar from a past cesarean birth, like a scout soldier traversing a trench. She seized it hostage, placing it in a specimen jar, and proceeded through the infiltration to raid the hirsute main
camp . . . at first taking more prisoners, then proceeding to a harsher, yet more expedient, tactic of strict search and destroy. She arrived at my room in the Chelsea this morning with jar in hand. After a short briefing, she removed from her bag a pocket flashlight and a magnifying glass. I was ordered to remove my pants . . . Finally, she resorted to tweezers, depositing the captives in a separate jar which had a picture of a beaming baby’s face on it and was labeled “stewed carrots.” I asked her why she was saving the little buggers (which, on close examination, did, indeed, bear an uncanny resemblance to the common crab. As far as the French are concerned, I can say in all honesty that not even Nabokov has ever seen a butterfly that looked remotely like these creatures). “You’ll see,” she answered, “just let me rub in some of this lotion I borrowed from Roger.” It was a wonderful manner by which to be medicated. My cock quickly stood erect, which was fortunate . . . we discovered two stragglers hiding beneath the base of it. With the application done, Jenny Ann removed one of the residents of her jar. “Now you pick one,” she looked over, “make sure he’s a lively type. We’re gonna have a race.” . . . the first race was the 12-inch sprint. We laid down the paper so that our pubic hair awaited at the finish line, an incentive. My crab ran like a fix, falling off the edge halfway through the race. Jenny’s was in tip-top form. He came in clocked at twenty-three seconds. We spent the next hour establishing the best of our stables, and enjoyed the rest of the day at the races. What a woman, who can turn an ailment into a viable recreation.

Friday, August 30, 2002

posted by Flick 6:26 PM

Uh..... Yeah
5:45 PM - I have a lunatic banging at my door right now!!! This woman was at my door about a half hour
ago demanding cigarettes.. She has just returned to the building to stay with her mate after being discharged from her 3 month stay at the mental ward at one of the local hospitals. I remember them carrying her out to the ambulance a few months back, glimpsing the spectacle through my living room window. The following is a flashback the brief albeit one dimensional conversation from her first unsolicited visit to my front door:
Her :"I need a cigarette"....
me :"I am sorry"
Her :"I NEED A CIGARETTE!!"
Me : "I am very sorry, I cannot help you, I don't smoke",
her : "I NEED a CiGAreTtE NOW!!"....

I am sure this would have continued indefinitely, needless to say that conversation was brought to a halt when I quickly shut the door in the woman’s face (as that was clearly the only way to end the madness). After about 20 minutes had passed I thought it would be safe to talk to the building manager who lives next door to me…. NOT. Making a stealthy reappearance, the woman from upstairs decided to force her way (try to) into my apartment… she is pretty strong though and I just didn’t want her in my apartment (not that I deserve to be dealing with such preposterousness). It suddenly hit me that my only device was to scream “FIRE” which quickly brought the sane neighbors to my rescue…. At least enough for her to get distracted and me slam the door shut….. OH MY GOD! Well, she still kept knocking at my door (and turning my knob), so I had to call the cops… I had not other option. I was apparently not the only one to call the cops either. I am sure that woman is not evil incarnate or anything, but she definitely needs to start taking some medication so she can, hopefully not only for the safety of others but also for herself, get a grip on reality. Well I see the cruiser is out there (has been for a few minutes now), maybe they are talking her down…. I hope for her sake that they can re-admit her to the hospital, she is a long way from being well. But enough about her, I feel much better having written about this whole disquieting event. May that never recur again.
Hmmm… I really should consider getting a bigger place once my lease is up.
See Les, Vancouver is not the only place with crazy people.... :P


Wednesday, August 28, 2002

posted by Flick 6:19 PM

Speed City: the Best Record Shop in Shitty Downtown London...
Well, today I went to see if I could get the ball rolling on the processing of my OSAP papers.... hmmm, no such luck. Not until Tuesday - and that pretty much sucks, rent will be late this month, but I know they can't do anything legal until the 15th so I talked to the building manager and hopefully I can hold them off until those papers have been processed. My next move was to see if I pull some strings at the bank to see if I could get overdraft in the ballpark of about $600 (I did that last year), well a big no on that but I did get a much lower rate on my Visa (from 17.5 down to 10.5 excellent!) and they increased my limit - woo fucking hoo! With the much welcomed changes to my visa, I got to cash in some points that I have accumulated over the last couple of years, so I knew what I wanted without even hearing what all of their options were. Movie passes - you just can't go wrong with movie passes, so I got two famous players evenings for two. Can you beat that? Then (and I know I should not have done this) I went to Speed City, the best little record shop in shitty downtown London to get the new Sleater Kinney CD: One Beat. The freakiest thing happened with that CD incidentally.... when I excitedly popped cd, fresh out of the celophane wrapping... nothing... nothing!... nothing? It was the bizarrest thing because the CD came with yet another single CD, also by the lovely indie rock trio, and that one worked fine. So the only thing I could think of to do was to call up Mike himself down at Speed City and tell him what the problem was... I took it down there. Thankfully when Mike put it in his stereo at the store I was completely reassured - I was not just loosing my mind, it really didn't have anything on it :) No problem though, Mike fixed me up with the same CD. NBut that's not all... like a child on Christmas, I was presented with a bunch of promotional CDs... Boyracer : To Get a Better Hold You've Got to loosen YR Grip, The Shining, Liberty X, and some cool electronika band called EIGHT MILES HIGH with their new CD" Katalog. Well just wanted to say that Mike truly rocks... and btw you should check out his links, he sells some pretty cool stuff on EBAY and for any devoted WEEN fans out there, I know there are a couple of you that come here to see what I am up to: He will be putting some rare Moist Boys vinyl on sale. Yeah I would but I have no record player. Oh yeah, I am listening to that new Sleater Kinney right now and it is pretty awesome!

posted by Flick 5:04 PM

Feeling Healthier
Going onto day 3 of not smoking and feeling pretty proud of it. I have been going over all the reasons why I wanted to quit smoking in my head and there are so many good ones.

it smells bad
presently dating a not-smoker (don't want him to think I smell bad)
makes my house smelly
poisons others around me with second hand smoke
I don't want to pay for other people to kill me slowly
I can spend my money on other smokables that are way more fun
Smoking makes you get wrinkles (in fact I can already see fine lines under my eyes, though others have told me it's in my head)
My mom has emphysema


well just a few, I am sure I could think of more reasons just off the top of my head.... this hasn't been an easy task, part of why I haven't written on here too much in the last few days. I have been eating a lot of candy to satisfy my oral fixation ( I am sure that is a big part of why I have smoked for so long ), hmmm what can I say. I would love to be able to have just one, but I know it is not possible for me to actually have a pack of cigarettes here and not just smoke them all. Hmmm how about those illegal trees?

things thay make me want to smoke...
being on the phone... on hold... trying to get my damn OSAP! ie: "we are currently experiencing a high volume of calls. Your call is important to us, please continue to hold for the next available customer service representative." I really don't want to have to put this off until next week only to find out that once I have the paper work, it will take another week or 2 to get processed... that means my rent is very late and my land lord won't be happy... things that suck... eczema flare ups, maybe not smoking will help that?

On a happy note, I got to see my hunny last night, that sure makes me smile :)

posted by Flick 5:33 AM

Time for some Caffeine?
I have been thinking it is time to up my caffeine intake... I just sleep way too much during the day. It is 1:45 and I think I am ready to stop sleeping, just gotta not sit anywhere comfortable. On a more uplifting note, I have not smoked for 24 hours now - yay!! The cravings are still strong ofcourse, but I have been nursing my oral fixation with other (healthier) things such as gummy bears. I wonder if I went and got some coffee if that would make my nicotine craving worse, I usually light up right after I open my coffee.... hmmm. There are so many reasons that I want to stay cigarette-free... I will smell much better. Taste better. Feel better, will save about $45 a week (always nice), and I will just live longer!

If any of you are wondering about my piercing, it seems to be healing nicecly, haven't noticed anything odd. I think that when you are nursing a new piercing and quitting smoking at the same time, it is best to just stay in the house and be a hermit. There are less temptations, and the bathrooms are much cleaner... I am a germ-a-phobe... and those public stalls are something I fear. I can wear my most comfortable clothes (slobby as they are), that do not interfere with my newly bejeweled self, and all my after care stuff is handy... there is no possible way to do salt water soaks when you are out and about. Still though, as excited as I am to give my new piercing a try, I think waiting it out at least a week is best. The general rule of thumb is no less than 2 weeks but I have heard otherwise from various sources >wink<

7:00 - Still have not given in to my urge to smoke....

Monday, August 26, 2002

posted by Flick 2:08 PM

Pretty, pretty
So, feeling much better today, well rested.... I woke up today and decided it was time to get that new piercing. I hafta admit though, I was nervous right up until the right of passage had been followed though to the finish. Walking down Dundas Street I felt a little shaky... I even suceeded a whole 12 hours of not smoking, but out of nervousness I broke down and got myself a new pack of cancer sticks (yes, maybe quitting was a pipe-dream). When I saw my piercer :) I felt reassured, knowing I would be in good hands. I feel pretty comfortable with him, that is a big part of it. He had me wait a few minutes while he prepped his work station, and I did my part by removing my panties (that kinda helps to get those out of the way with a hood piercing hehe). When it came time to go through with it I had to really work to control my breathing, I mean, who wouldn't be a little anxious... getting right to the punch, it didn't hurt that much, my nipples actually hurt A LOT more. It looks so pretty too! Followed up with a kiss - that was nice. A stainless steel captive bead ring now bejewels my goodies (to match my other adornments ofcourse). I feel so much better about turning other people in his direction when someone came into my work and asked it there was anywhere in the mall that does body piercing - that was a big NO, piercing guns have no place where body piercing is concerned! I am so happy I got it done - finally! I have wanted one for a long time now... can't wait until it is healed >wink wink< So I will keep you all posted on how the whole healing process goes, I am sure if I just follow J's after care then I shouldn't have any problems....

Oh... more fun tonight at the Matadors show tonight at Call the Office, better get there before 11 too so I can get some cheap beers. Yeehaw!

Just when I thought the day was perfect...
Phone rings, it is him... a guilt trip? " '...didn't go to work all week, too drunk... messed up on halcyon and perks... the worst thing that that's ever happened... not sure what to do...' " damn... I feel like I should hate what I did, but everything else seems to be in the right place - I know I did nothing wrong. My sister cheered when she heard that I ended it, so I must have done something right... right? I can't be right to be with someone so self-destructive so the opposite must be true.

woo hoo
excellent show, well done guys... everything was awesome. Had an unexpected visitor... completely unexpected... >sigh< Why can't I shake it... him... I just want it to be over... please... well, going to the store to gt a pack of smokes... shouldn't ride my bike... need smokes... lost mine...




Friday, August 23, 2002

posted by Flick 6:11 PM

Blah
Not sure why, I am feeling a little melancholy. I worry about little things too much... school... work... personal life. You know just everyday things. 3:45 am, I am lighting up my last smoke and then I will delve into something resembling self control. Will have to find some other vice (illegal trees?) to get through it... I want to go out tomorrow night, but then I think I would be tempted to fall off the bandwagon. Hmmm I am having feelings about self-doubt, not just about quitting smoking but about other things.... I tend to over anaylize everything, second guess myself, other people, what motivates them, how it will affect me, not knowing what to write about. Maybe I'm just tired. Time to sleep.

posted by Flick 3:55 AM

Anything Boys Can do....
A friend of mine told me about this site: a woman's guide on how to pee standing up. Okay it does sound interesting, though I am not sure I would try it (well, um... maybe in the shower?) because I would probably pee down my leg... I just thought I would share this info for any interested grrls out there. Maybe you could try your hand at writing your name in the snow, or hey just think about how much easier it will be to tackle those alleys when you really have to go.

Wednesday, August 21, 2002

posted by Flick 11:55 PM

The Phone keeps ringing...
It's him again. The same words. Telling me what I need, how it's supposed to be. Says he's learned, he deplores me. I am numb, why won't this end? He wants me to return, I don't want to anymore... not like before. My stomach hurts. I don't want to think about it. I don't want to hear about it. I don't want to talk about it. I wish I could shut him off..... he won't take no for an answer... I have to go... I need to go.... listen... stop. Good-bye.

When you just can't say it any other way, say it with a song...

Don't Want You
The first day that I saw you
I thought you were so fine
I thought that you could be, that you could be the one
I took me week and weeks
To get the nerves to talk to you
I had such very high hopes
That you could be the one

You think that you are hot stuff
Think that you´re pretty cool
But in my deck of cards now
You play the fool!
And when I look back on it
On all the wasted time
I spent just thinkin about you
And wishin you were mine

I had the fever but the fever is gone
I don´t want you anymore
Tryin to shake you but you´re holdin on
I don´t want you anymore
Thought you´re right but you´re Mr. Wrong
I don´t want you anymore
Sad but true I´m over you!
I don´t want you anymore

I had such ver high hopes
That you could be the butter for my toast
Well in my mind
You were red hot
But it turned into a long shot!
Because I guess in time
Well I just changed my mind
Because I guess inside
Well I just changed my mind!

Started off but didn´t last long
I don´t want you anymore
Tryin to shake you but you´re holdin on
I don´t want you anymore
Thought you´re right but you´re Mr. Wrong
I don´t want you anymore
Sad but true I´m over you!
I don´t want you anymore

I don´t want you, don´t want you anymore!
I don´t want you, don´t want you anymore!
I don´t want you, don´t want you anymore!
I don´t want you, don´t want you anymore!
- Lunachicks



Tuesday, August 20, 2002

posted by Flick 11:59 AM

I don't want to go to work tonight...
After more than a week away from work I will be dragging my ass back there, it is always so hard to go back after having such a fun week (other than the Friday night bit). But I do need the money, I spent too much with all the free time I had, got my hair colored, went to see a couple shows - drank my face off, hehe. I suppose the memories are priceless though. Oh went to see Rob (Dana's bf) play with his band Trole play at the Wick last night - yeehaw what a great show! Ran into a few old friends there, that was cool too, and apparently I will be seeing a lot more of C.G, because she will be in my woman's studies class this year... speaking of which I am really excited for school to get back in, I miss it.

Monday, August 19, 2002

posted by Flick 4:32 PM

Leaving Behind Familiar Shores
Hmmmm where do I start? After a lot of thought... like months of it really, I did something that I should have done a long time ago. Tired of not knowing where I stood in a long and difficult union, I finally decided that it was time for me to take control and move on. Nothing strange about that, right? However, as with most tales about love and war there are some ironic twists - promises of change, a clean slate, I waited too long for that. * Too much damage to start with a clean slate anyway.* Why should I be bothered anymore, I don't want to. I don't even know if I want to write about this or say it out loud (words on paper can speak volumes - even to their author) but my fingers keep dancing upon the keyboard as the thoughts keep racing through my mind. It was really hard but I couldn't stop myself. * I don't really need to do this, do I? yet I was. I did. * After hours of talking, beer swilling, screaming, begging and crying, I did it, facing much resistance. Threats of self torture and a Les Paul ' 62 special smashed upon the floor - why did he do that?! Was it part of the resistance? Said he was ready for more, but I didn't have it in me anymore. The slate has been wiped clean, I left.

Saturday, August 17, 2002

posted by Flick 12:20 PM

Hardware
After much consideration to get another piercing... I have almost got the nerve up to do it anyhow, but it is scary to think of a needle down there! Well at least I can say I found a piercer that I feel comfortable enough with to do that to me. I will most likely wait until my OSAP comes in and then just do it. After talking to my potential piercer about it, I went to BME to do some reading about the difference between a horizontal and a vertical hood ornament and there are a few sublte differences, asthetically and functionally... with the latter being a lot more sensitive because it is always in direct contact with the clitoris (so I have read). I will be getting a horizontal one myself as I am sure I am already sensitive enough - and it looks pretty! I was pretty suprized though, most of the experiences I have read about were not painful at all, just a breif searing sensation and then nothing, that is encouraging for me. Not sure whether I will be getting a 12 or a 14 guage yet but I am sure that I will discuss that with the piercer because he would know what is better for me - if you can't trust the piercer to call the shots on this then you are probably with the wrong piercer. If you would like to read a bit more about various female piercings then you can do so here or here. The more information you have about any kind of piercing, the more relaxed you will feel about getting it done... do not go to the first piercer you happen to find, do your homework!! If you would like to see a gallery of piercings then go to my link for Hanger 18, which is where I am going to get my next piercing done. Once I have it done I will keep you posted on my experience with the actual process and healing. If anyone is wondering why I write on this topic, I don't do it to make you squirm, nor for the mere shock value of it, I do it to inform. Okay, maybe I am a lunatic, but I am a lunatic with a purpose. Oh yeah, I recommend wearing a skirt when you get it done, that way you don't need to get entirely nekkid from the waist down....

Friday, August 16, 2002

posted by Flick 11:42 AM

My Web Cam
Some of you may have noticed that I have a web cam. Well some people may not think it belongs on a blog, and that is fine, you don't have to put one on yours ok. For the person who e-mailed me asking to see my mammaries... well you can go back to Albuquerque and take a left okay... you must have taken a wrong turn there cheif. I just thought I would share his e-mail which I found amusing because I could see that he does not really understand that I am not here for his entertainment:


From: "BRIAN FOWLER" | Block Address | Add to Address Book
To: flickchick1973@yahoo.ca
Subject: Hi beautiful!
Date: Wed, 14 Aug 2002 18:08:41 -0700

Hello sexy lady! How are u? U look vary beautiful! Can u stand and show your vary beautiful body baby? Please


But what was even more amusing (not in a funny haha way) was that he had to e-mail me twice, because he just didn't get it the first time:


From: "BRIAN FOWLER" | Block Address | Add to Address Book
To: flickchick1973@yahoo.ca
Subject: Beautiful!
Date: Wed, 14 Aug 2002 18:17:57 -0700

Baby! Are u scared to show your body? Please stand and show me how hot and sexy u are! Let's see your tits?


Hey Brian, you might want to go here instead okay, just a suggestion for you.
Oh and one more thing..... My name ain't baby!







Thursday, August 15, 2002

posted by Flick 4:10 AM

Flesh, Steel and Ink
I often get asked (by people who just don't understand), why do you get tattoos? I have my own personal reasons for wanting tattoos, they become part of me and with each new tattoo I get, I have that much more ownership of a body that has been violated in this way or that throughout my life. I am marking my territory, no one owns me. As for the vast majority of bod-mod subculture, everyone has a different reason for transforming their bodies into beautiful works of art. Throughout history the motives for getting marked range from honouring the spirits (whatever the religion) and the dead, to making the body more alluring and send a message to would be seductees, to just plain "fuck the world" rebellion. They can mark occaisions in your life, set you apart, or even be a component to group membership such as with the complexity of tribalism to that which is common amoungst those who lead a biker lifestyle. The same can be said about piercing, it can be quite spiritual or quite sexual in nature. It makes you more body conscious, and can add a whole new dimension to the pleasure principle... a lot can be learned about this subject from the body modification bible: Modern Primitives I welcome and encourage any comments on this subject. Let me know what you think.

Tuesday, August 13, 2002

posted by Flick 5:24 PM

Night Life
Okay.... after a few days hiatus I have returned to rant about my life and what I have been up to. Went to Call the Office on Thursday night for the much anticipated Reverend Horton Heat show.... 3 words: it was awesome. Sorry you missed it Dana :( Well, the show started off with a local band called The Matadors who by chance are having a show there on August 23rd, with their CD release party on September 14th (I stand corrected on that one as I previously said that the CD release party was on the 23 of August - thankyou R3v3r3nd). I was perfectly content to mingle about in the not yet crowded bar (before 11 domestic beer is only $2.50 a bottle - yeehaw), when I got tapped on the shoulder by someone who I was elated to see to say the least.... uh won't get into that but he knows who he is :) Well back to Reverend Horton Heat.... I was definately a high energy show, they played a number of songs off there new album, Lucky 7 (including Locos Gringo like a party, Ain't Gonna Happen, and Galaxy 500) as well as some of my old favorites such as Bales of Cocaine, The Devil's Chasing Me, Wiggle Stick and Marijuana. Over all a high energy show, can't wait 'til they come back! Don't forget to check their tour dates so you can check 'em out when they get to your neck of the woods.


Coming Soon: More on body modification.... stay tuned and share your bodmod stories too :)

Question: Why is it that certain people will neglect you until you show interest in someone else and then boom they want to hang around all the time?

I know it has been out for awhile now, but I have to say that the new Korn cd is the shit! The video that is on it is creepy - I like it :)

Sunday, August 11, 2002

posted by Flick 1:30 AM

Ink
Well tomorrow I get some shading done on my tattoo, I am really excited. Trevor (from Addictive Tattoos) is really quite talented and as you can see, he is really great with details. That is a picture of The Gashlycrumb Tinies from a horrifically amusing children's book that was first printed in 1963, by the late and ever so beguiling Edward Gorey. My personal opinion is that if you cannot get through the book without laughing they you have some deep seated issues which must promptly must be dealt with through labotomization, heh. For anyone that is interested, check back as I will be posting a new pic when it has some shading done...


Awwww... bad news. Got a message while I was out today and my appointment for tomorrow got postponed. Trevor is off sick for the next 3 weeks, not sure exactly what the nature of the illness is but that means waiting it out for a bit :( I will keep you guys posted.

Thursday, August 08, 2002

posted by Flick 4:32 AM

staring at the screen
can't think of what to write now...
someone, inspire me

posted by Flick 4:31 AM

Topic du Jour...
Education has been a constant in my life. I hasn't always been, there was a time when I just wandered around trying to find my niche in life, that only prooved disasterous. When I was 18 I moved out west for awhile, thinking that I could find myself, I didn't much care for school, didn't much care that I had no highschool diploma. It did take a while to figure out that working for peanuts for the rest of my life in a meaningless job was not the path I wanted to take. I am still figuring that out, but until I earn my degree minimum wages will have to suffice. Back to how I ended up going back to school... I had to wait until my daughter was almost a year old at which time I decided I would finish up highschool. I look young for my age so I was able to blend in well and there was an onsite day-care at the school, so having a kid didn't set me apart too much. Well I did manage to graduate with honours, which surprised me immensely: so began my love affair with school. I've done the college circuit and with only one and a half years hiatus in the course of my achieving a diploma I am now heading to university with advanced standing. I am sure that I have learned something valuable other than what I want to do with my life when I am through with my formal education, valuable skills for critical thinking. I have also learned that I really don't know shit in the larger theme of things. In two more years I should have an honours BA in social sciences and I still won't be done. Ultimately I would like to stay in school forever, I feel at home there, you could almost say that that is where the counter culture resides... there are so many demiurgic minds there, the kind that I like to surround myself with. I have resolve that the only way I could justifiably stay in school permanently is to do so professionally. So I guess my next babystep would be teacher's college. I fancy myself a film studies teacher someday... or maybe woman's studies would be my niche... perhaps a feminist film studies teacher; the point I am trying to make is that we should never stop learning and improving ourselves.
any questions class?

posted by Flick 4:31 AM

Choosing Our Words Carefully

I choose to write about feminism, not for the sake of feminism, for I am more of a womanist: that being in that I am more of a 3rd waver. I see language as a very androcentric estblishment, it places women in the margins of society. I am not attacking men here, for the men that I choose to keep company with are for the most part pro-feminist, not to mention kindred spirits. I am not trying to bring about change in everyday discourse because there are so many discourses, that I cannot possibly belong to them all, in which case I am not trying to please everybody: I am only one person. I had chosen to write about the word cunt because I personally believe that language is the most powerful weapon in existence whether it is used to empower or disempower. Language which refers to women by and large is disempowering. To me the word lady is not a becoming one, it connotes weakness, and frivolity, frigidity or helplessness. I would prefer to be called a bitch than a lady. Why? Well, it is simple, ladies are the proper, well behaved kind of people that keep there opinions to themselves as not to rock the boat. If people like Gloria Steinem or Ani DiFranco were ladies, we may not have made the leaps and bounds that we have. They were bitches and I mean that in the most flattering way! Bitch, like cunt is still very offensive to many... and whenever any attempt to reclaim such words is undertaked by a minority group, they are often confronted by a backlash in order to destroy and progress that is being made by their efforts. Women are often referred to as bitches when they are in control of their lives, any time they get ahead they are called bitches... well what is so bad about being called a bitch then?

posted by Flick 4:30 AM

Demystifying the "bad" words...After recieving some negative feedback from a friend who saw my one of earlier posts, I felt it necessary to clarify why I chose to use certain words. Some people may criticize me when they do not understand stance of the issue of words... words that have been turned up-side-down, or have lost their original meaning, a lot of the shift in context taking place around the burning times, at least I would surmise that to be a fact. It (the word, and yes the place) has been embedded within our psyches as a bad thing, but maybe it is a larger collective conscious that has been tainted by the kind of misogyny that transforms the word (cunt) into taboo in the first placeThere have been many abstracts and books written on the subject. One such book I recieved for my birthday last year from a former girlfriend, that book is simply called: "cunt" by Inga Muscio. Along with the loss of many wisewoman, midwives, healers and pagans, we lost a lot more, and so much good was demonized, including a large part of our language. "Cunt" is an exploration of the word that makes many woman cringe... ' "Cunt" is arguably the most powerful negative word in the American English language. “Cunt” is the ultimate one-syllable covert verbal weapon any streetwise six-year-old or passing motorist can use against the woman. “Cunt” refers almost exclusively to women, and expresses the utmost rancor . . . I looked up “cunt” in Barbara G. Walker’s twenty-five year research opus, The Woman’s Encyclopedia of Myths and Secrets, and found it was indeed a title, back in the day. “Cunt” is related to words from India, China, Ireland, Rome, and Egypt. Such words were either titles of respect for women, priestesses and witches, or derivatives of the names of various goddesses: In ancient writings, the word for “cunt” was synonymous with “woman,” though not in the insulting modern sense . . . I posit that we’re free to seize a word that was kidnapped and co-opted in a pain-filled, distant past, with a ransom that cost our grandmothers’ freedom, children, traditions, pride and land. I figure we’ve paid the ransom, but now, everybody long done forgot “cunt” was ours in the first place”. All I can say is, Inga. you inspire me!


WHEN FEMININE HYGIENE IS PROBLEMATIC: ALTERNATIVES FOR A HEALTHIER CUNT

Part I: What is Problem with Feminine Hygiene?
I have often wondered where the term “feminine protection” originated. Who came up with that term and what was intended by it, what exactly do women need to be protected from? Perhaps they were implying that women are dirty, that our blood is dirty, that our cunts are dirty, (yes I used the word “cunt”, some people think of this word in negative terms, but I hope to reclaim the word to empower myself and help other women do the same).

The feminine protection industry, whether many choose to believe or not, is a huge driving force that would like to influence the major majority that menstruation is dirty. This message is sent to women anytime they turn on the television or open a magazine and the only option that is given to women for dealing with their monthly inconvenience are super-chlorinated pads or tampons to protect their panties from being stained. One of the major disadvantages with the feminine hygiene products that are widely available are the many problems that accompany using them, they are more often consequences of using such products that often get overlooked as just another feminine problem.

I have often wondered why it is necessary for pads and tampons to be so white, or how the manufactures of these products get them so snowy white. The only logical comparison I can think of is my laundry, yeah my laundry, the whites to be exact. I usually use bleach to get my whites their whitest and brightest. I’ll let you in on a little secret: all of the major brands of feminine hygiene products use a chlorine bleaching process to get their whites their brightest too. Yes grrls, that means Tampax, Playtex, O.B and Always!

What does this mean exactly? Basically the bleach used
in your tampons and pads is still there after it has been packaged and stocked on the store shelves where the consumer buys it. To be more specific, the bleaching process leaves traces of dioxin, this is the where the problem lies (this substance goes right up there with DDT which has been banned yet years later still persists in the environment, both of these substances proven to be carcinogenic). Dioxin is defined in the Encarta World English Dictionary as: “any derivative of dibenzo-p-dioxin, produced as a toxic byproduct of combustion processes, the manufacture of some herbicides and bactericides, and in chlorine bleaching of paper. The best-known dioxin is the extremely carcinogenic and mutagenic 2,3,7,8-tetrachlorodibenzo-p-dioxin (TCDD)”. The manufacturers have been known to deny, and have media giants such as CNN to back them up, but you cannot always believe what you hear on the news, propaganda is everywhere!

In Karen Houppert’s book, The Curse: Confronting the last Unmentionable Taboo there is much talk about the Food and Drug Administration (FDA) in connection to testing the dioxin levels in tampons. The FDA had allegedly analyzed the dioxin levels in tampons and reported that the levels were so minute that they posed no risk; however, the chief of health sciences division at the FDA, Melvin Stratmeyer has openly stated that the FDA was not responsible for the test results. All of the available figures regarding the levels of dioxins were directly supplied by the tampon industry!
The actual reported level of dioxin: 0.1 to 1 parts per trillion.
That may not sound like much, but the amount of dioxin is cumulative, it stores in your body’s fat cells over a period of time. If Dr. Kilbourne were to make a follow up documentary to Killing us Softly and Still Killing us Softly perhaps the second sequel in her documentaries could aptly be titled: The Feminine Hygiene Industry; Killing us Softly.

Regardless of that tampon scandal, there is a direct risk to your health - in the short and long term – from using the widely available brands of sanitary products. Some of the short-term consequences of using these are:
1) Vaginal dryness due to the high absorbency of the rayon which is commonly used in tampons, rayon is so absorbent that it absorbs much more than just your blood.
2) Tampons put you at greater risk of yeast infections – gross!
3) Fibers can actually stay in your vagina after you remove the tampon, this can contribute to toxic shock syndrome. So even if you are changing your plug often, it can still have deadly results – this is a rare occurrence, but who wants to take the chance?
More serious are the long term consequences of using tampons and pads (the silent killers) are:
1) Endometriosis is directly linked with the dioxin content in tampons, the dioxin can actually mutate your cells and effect your body’s hormones. Endometriosis it also linked to your body’s hormones too, causing the tissue inside your uterus to grow into other areas and bleed excessively.
2) Ovarian and cervical cancer. Once again, dioxin in a cancer causing agent (carcinogenic) and there is a link to ovarian and cervical cancer, this has not been disproven – dioxin is not acceptable no matter how miniscule the traces may be, and has been shown in testing on rats to cause cancer!
3) Infertility. As endometriosis is linked with the dioxin found in feminine hygiene products, it is also linked to infertility: endometriosis is one of the leading causes of infertility. Dioxin has also been linked with lower sperm counts in men.
These are very scary facts, but there are ways for women to counter the risks by finding safer alternative, it may take a little more effort but the choices are out there.


Part II: Alternatives for a Healthier Cunt!
There is good news! There are some wonderful and environmentally sound alternatives that are widely available if you know where to look. There are sea sponges, which work much like a tampon would, and you can get them almost anywhere. The benefits of using sea sponges is that they are very inexpensive, and you can reuse them for about six months, then it is time to replace them. When you consider that if you used tampons all the time, then you are contributing about 450 of them a year to your local landfill, then replacing the old sponges periodically is not too bad. When you need to change is you simple rinse it out and it can be easily reused, by if you are on the go, it is a good idea to keep an extra one in a plastic baggy. You can use regular sea sponges and cut them to size, or you may feel more comfortable buying ones that are
pre-made for menstrual purposes, in that case you can order them from a company called Jade and Pearl at http://www.jadeandpearl.com/how.html. Then there are reusable cotton pads, which you can buy or make yourself! You don’t even have to have white cotton if you prefer a little colour in your life, you can even use funky animal prints, go wild! If you soak them in water after you use them that shouldn’t stain. Don’t flush the water - you can pour the water into the earth, it is believed in some circles such as the pagans, that menstrual blood is a powerful substance full of healing properties that give back to the earth. There are many places you can go to find reusable pads, most health food or co-op stores carry alternative menstrual products or you can find them online in which case you can also find a soaking pot for your rags. The last alternative I am going to discuss is by far the most liberating and long lasting. The Keeper is made of 100 percent gum-rubber, and it looks a little like a goblet. Though it is more costly than the other alternatives, you only need one and it will last for an average span of ten years! You wear it internally, the big difference between tampons and the keeper (aside from the carcinogens that slowly poison you) is that is collects the blood rather than absorbing it. When you first start using a keeper it takes a getting used to, I recommend emptying it as often as you would change a tampon until you get used to the flow of things: usually it can be worn for twelve hours.
When you do change it, you simply empty it out and rinse it, if it is not immediately convenient to rinse then just wipe it out and re-insert it. The best part is that it is great for the outdoorsy type who goes camping frequently, because you can’t discreetly dispose of a tampon or pad out in the wilderness, and all keepers come in a handy little cloth bag for storage when you are not using it.
I use the keeper myself and I love it!
Many women will continue using the old standby even after hearing about the risks associated with the tampons and pads: I know, I have gotten some pretty strange looks for suggesting anything else. Well it does take an open mind to accept the alternatives available, in my own experience though, I can testify that they are truly liberating.


posted by Flick 4:29 AM

The Vagina Monologues
by Eve EnslerVillard Books, 2001
Eve Ensler is a revolutionary for female sexuality! She poignantly liberates the vagina from “down there” and gives it a place to shine. The vagina is on display for all to see. “If your vagina got dressed, what would it wear? A beret . . . a pink boa . . . a tutu or a tattoo?” This book empowers women, inspires them to love their bodies, their vaginas. In the spirit of 3rd wave/global feminism, The Vagina Monologues sheds a light on the violence that is faced by women in North America and abroad, bringing out of subversion, the crisis faced by women in rape camps, female genital mutilation, child abuse and incest. Still, it is refreshing to see a book with a conscience. Reaching into the far reaches of collective consciousness, the issues here are very real for so many women, yet so rarely talked about: it puts us in touch with some of our own issues. I had to break down and cry after reading the monologue “The Little Coochi Snorcher that Could” that explored the experience of a southern black woman’s issue of her own sexuality, she could be any one of us.
“Memory: Thirteen Years Old
My coochie snorcher is a very bad place, a place of pain, of nastiness, punching, invasion, and blood. It’s a site for mishaps. It’s a bad-luck zone. I imagine a freeway between my legs and, girl, I am travelling, going far away from here.”
This book touches on some very serious issues, Ms. Ensler takes her readers into the darkest abyss of human existence but can rescues them with the power of laughter, a key component to healing the sexual psyche. I laughed ‘til I cried, then laughed again, in a word this book could be summed up as powerful!


posted by Flick 4:28 AM

Genius?
I took an IQ test for curiosity sake (uh just trying to reassure myself that I am not wasting my time by getting a University education?) This is what they sent to my e-mail when they processed the results: Thank you for recently taking the Self Discovery Workshop's IQ Test. Because of the Internet's ability to mishandle transmissions, we are reconfirming via email that your IQ Test score was: 147..... Our test usually gets within 5 points of the professional tests--a remarkable feat for a 13 minute test. I just find it interesting, though I am not sure how valid the test is. Here is the link for all of you aspiring mensans: IQ test
In case you are interested, here is the scoring chart:
Average: 85 - 115
Above average: 116 - 125
Gifted Borderline Genius: 126 - 135
Highly gifted and appearing to be a Genius to most others: 136 - 145
Genius: 146 - 165
High Genius: 166 - 180
Highest Genius: 181 - 200
Beyond being measurable Genius: Over 200




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