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"manwich" - shannon gerard

making a habit of 'name dropping' is a lame pr trick for the desperate & self-serving, but it has to happen from time to time.

this is one of those times, it is too good and shareable. I met this ladybird at expozine.

she makes me want to get taught how to knit, and d.i.y. !!

loooove this woman.

and her blog.

gush.

gender on a bicycle

inspiration in spades. props to THIS:

Gender on a Threshold: studio portraits of women & their bicycles 1890-1990 by domestic theatre (powpowbearpow@gmail.com) and canadian women artists initiative: cwahi.concordia.ca

please contact these ppl and pick one up they put this out and offered it to me for free. shipping might cost you, but its worth it. suffrage and bicycles: the holy union!

basically, it is epic. talking about the new urban space and social attitudes during the turn of the century. how mobility emerged as a gendered practice, but how the "new woman" emerged using bicycles as a tool for constructing a newfound gendered identity. the zine also explores the immediate backlash to women on bikes in the media (cough theboysclub cough), and how this woman turned from a threat and into an ideal consumer in advertisements.

the fear of a womans orgasm. bloomers. (dress code) gendered spheres. prosthetics. mobility. (liberation) modernity. the bicycle. advertising (capitalizing on the feminine discourse); these things are all connected.

the beauty of this zine is the portraits of these women. they are stunning women. confidence reigns. women who are "conforming to an expected gender identity AND contesting that expectation: a situation made particularly possible by the bicycle"








so. fucking. rad.

doing it for themselves

in the heat & swarm of a crowded montreal dive bar - where the 'laurentide' was cheap & tall and the hockey was projected & revered like religion - a woman I know (in the way you know you know someone) came through the throng to whisper in my ear that we are bound.

bound? bound: the cock is a tie that binds.

we are, as she put it, dick sisters - from strangers to others to family.

Admittedly, this has nothing to do with media but everything to do with the mythologies/terminologies which inundate sexually active women in an age of 'post-feminism.' Mostly, I wonder if a similar brotherhood exists between men, but I have my doubts. the only terms that come to mind when I think of words to describe a mans mutual third party is 'sloppy seconds,' often deployed unfairly.

If a man-version of this sisterhood exists somewhere (pussy-brothers?), lemmie privy to it: this type of shit fascinates me.

even more fascinating? swapping stories with my dick sister. snap.