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Ladies and Gents,

I am a woman; I was born female; or as Her Ladyship Gaga likes to say “Baby, I was born this way.”

I was born complete, with all of my eggs.

I am a perfect vessel for many things. Fornication, procreation, lactation, IF I SO CHOOSE. All of the biggies that somehow some folks seem to think I don’t understand about myself.

I was made unique from the males of the species. There need be no judgement of this; it is fact, not good, not bad; not right, not wrong. Add an intelligent brain and critical thinking to the fact of my biology and I choose that I am right and I am good. I am not bad nor am I wrong; my body’s design is a perfect amalgamation of centuries of evolution.

When our quadrupedal ancestors stood up and eventually evolved into homo sapiens, the genitalia of the males of the species became vulnerable in a way that they are not in a quadruped. Female genitalia, in a fundamentally different way than in any other mammal, became protected and free from the males’ easy accessibility. Add to this that women have a menstrual, as opposed to an estrous, cycle and you have women’s sexual liberation, built right into our unique human biology. Add that women are [potentially] multi-orgasmic. Add that within a pregnant woman’s body, the absolute time and place of life and death exist. These all make for a potentially POWERFUL FORCE OF NATURE.

I will state it a different way: women are powerful forces of nature due to our biology. What about this? Nature can feel threatening because it can seem out-of-control. Sometimes, this makes people uncomfortable. When we are uncomfortable, our fear response is often triggered. The fear response can take the form of fight, flight, freeze, submit, or any combination/manifestation thereof.

Right now, many are mislead into thinking that the females of the human race are somehow wanting. I say we lack nothing; though, like anyone doing the hard work of being human, we have needs and we need support.

We need support for many reasons, not the least of which is to carry out the hard work of being female in an fearful, unjust, uncomprehending world.

Women have always sought ways to prevent pregnancy. Not always has morality been attached to this seeking.

I am tired of confusion. I am tired of obfuscation. I am weary of the twists and lies, misinformation and rhetoric currently sucking energy away from real issues of wealth disparity, war-mongering, environmental degradation, and the hijacking of our country by corporations and corporate interests. I am tired of Rush Limbaugh, the state of Virginia, the misguided political climate, fundamentalist religions, and corporate greed, to name a few, trying to wrest control and power from me.

I declare that no one can call me a whore or a slut unless I say so. If being a whore or a slut means I like sex, always have and likely always will, then I will gladly call myself these things. If you resort to calling me names, then I call you misguided and I suppose you are probably not having the kind of sex you’d like or as frequently.

I choose to be sexually free. I choose to be in charge of when, how, with whom, and where I have sex, as long as it is consensual, and I declare, just like Billy Holiday, that it ain’t nobody’s business if I do.

Kiss your daughters, kiss your wives. Declare your love and admiration for your mothers and sisters, for women with children and women without children. Kiss the ground we walk on and throw rose petals before our feet. Stop using our names against us. Give credit where credit is due. Remember history before god was declared a man, before doctors stole from midwives, and when mother-worship ruled.

Bow down before the original life and death force.

I am grateful that I was born a woman, motherfuckers.

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As some of you may know, Lady Gaga’s meat dress went on display in Cleveland this week. You can read about it here, courtesy of Erin O’ Brien’s fabulous Owner’s Manual for Human Beings.

In honor of the showing of Lady Gaga’s meat dress, and in concurrence with the advent of summer travels the country over, I thought I’d repost something I wrote a couple of years ago, as a “note” on Facebook.

 

Here’s some of what I learned at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame last week in Cleveland:

Jimi Hendrix’ drawings were very good.

The Soul Stirrers are an amazing gospel group. Mahalia Jackson must have had them in mind when she asked “Why should the Devil have all the fun?”

Stevie Nicks is popular, more than I had ever imagined, and women who love her will stare and stare at her dresses. I witnessed near-active salivation.

Stevie Nicks cannot fit into any of those dresses ever again, I just know it.

Stevie Nicks is over 60 years old (”…and I’m getting older, too…”)

Maybe Stevie Nicks isn’t as bad as I thought all these years. She’s a pretty good song writer after all.

I don’t really know the definition of a “juke joint,” but here we go:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Juke_joint

Jim Morrison was once skinny skinny skinny enough to fit into a teeny tiny jacket that belonged to his gal, Pamela Courson. He was also a cute little Cub Scout.

The now-famous “John Lennon glasses” were standard-issue British National Health glasses and he began wearing them for the film “How I Won the War.”

White folks grab all the glory from Black folks. Except maybe when it comes to gospel. Then they each just have their own way of doing things.

White music that forgets its black roots, whether blues, R and B, or gospel, isn’t really very good (okay, I learned this not at the R and R H of F but on the ride back home to Massachusetts listening to really bad white pop music).

Not only is Steven Tyler a horrible speller, but the lyrics of “Walk This Way” are more raunchy than I ever realized. Really dirty.

Roger Waters made millions and millions of dollars though he had a loathing of the audience and what he was doing. Hypocrite? You decide.

Even though he studies the Alexander Technique and is supposedly well-versed in Tantric sex, Sting’s outfit from Synchronicity is bad. Really, really bad:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UbQd3jxth5k&feature=related

No way can Mick Jagger be that small. C’mon, really? I would crush him like a bug.

Listening to Joni Mitchell and Nirvana at the same time is cognitive dissonance.

The Dyson hand dryers in the bathrooms rock out almost as much as Rock n Roll itself.

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