The conference page, for more info, is here: http://www.mfc.org.au/conference.html
Feel free to drop past facebook page/event here: http://www.facebook.com/#!/event.php?ei ... 6844001769
I'm really pissed about the organising collective's choice of panelists. Some really fucked up, anti-sex work, anti-trans* and even anti-abortion, speakers in there including, but not excluded to:
* Sheila Jeffreys: Aggressively anti-sex work (sex work is rape), anti-trans* (trans reproduces oppressive gender roles, is false consciousness and reassignment surgery is mutilation), sadomashochism is male supremacist. Also has written that dildos are evil, penetrative sex is evil, and other bizarre bullshit. Sheila has a big voice and basically practices hate speech towards trans* and sex workers.
* Melinda Tankard Reist: Views abortion as part of the oppression of womyn. Supported the ban on the RU486 abortion drug. Is also vehemently anti-sex work and anti-porn.
* Kathleen Maltzan: Greens Candidate for Richmond Victoria. Those of you in Victoria might be familiar with her. She is anti-sex work and also famous as a (extremely ill-informed) anti-trafficking campaigner. Kathleen was subject to a viral campaign by many Aussies last year around election time as a result of her history of anti-sex feminism and anti-sexwork politics. The primary aim of the campaign was to "encourage" the Greens to never run anti-sex work campaigners as candidates.
The choice of panelists has created a space that is not safe or inclusive.
Hoping that i can make it down from Sodomcity, and hoping to see a strong anarchopunk, riotgrrl, fempunk, queerpunk, whore (sex worker), kinkster, sadomasochist, slut, ISGD (Intersex, Sex & Gender Diverse), queer and sex-positive feminist presence.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Friday, April 1, 2011
Climb inside
our sweet channeling.
Move apart outward
directional into ghost.
Nothing now to stop me
inviting you in.
Use me, I beg of you, seduce me!
Evolve me impaled,
pinned down for sordid love extract inspection.
Everything to gain,
when you ascend to take me down.
Delivered into deeper desires
by democratic domination.
Please dont stop here.
Your temporary ownership
fast track to complete me,
everything i want to give,
your needs fulfill me.
Drive me to your pleasure,
territorialise my innermost vulnerabilities.
This soul will yield as you conquer
and I'll beg.
"Come inside this temple,
spray the walls purple,
reconfigure exposed, hardwired,
bonded, orchestral organic circuitry."
In a haze of soft wood,
mothers milk mixing
metaphysical machismo,
you found me by the lake.
Fell onto my feet
when sunlight kissed my eye.
Opened up my chest,
now craving your serious smile.
~ Audry Autonomy
(scrawled in a notebook sometime in 2009 in reference to a certain amazing humyn. no one of us really took a role in the ways that this poem seems to suggest. mad love, switchiness and diversity in sex/sexuality prevailed!)
Paneroticism: The Dance of Life
"Chaos is a dance, a flowing dance of life, and this dance is erotic. Civilization
hates chaos and, therefore, also hates Eros. Even in supposedly
sexually free times, civilization represses the erotic. It teaches that orgasms
are events that happen only in a few small parts of our bodies
and only through the correct manipulation of those parts. It squeezes
Eros into the armor of Mars, making sex into a competitive, achievementcentered
job rather than joyful, innocent play.
Yet even in the midst of such repression, Eros refuses to accept this
mold. His joyful, dancing form breaks through Mars’ armor here and
there. As blinded as we are by our civilized existence, the dance of life
keeps seeping into our awareness in little ways. We look at a sunset,
stand in the midst of the forest, climb on a mountain, hear a bird song,
walk barefoot on a beach, and we start to feel a certain elation, a sense
of awe and joy. It is the beginning of an orgasm of the entire body, one
not limited to civilization’s so-called “erogenous zones”, but civilization
never lets the feeling fulfill itself. Otherwise, we’d realize that everything
that is not a product of civilization is alive and joyfully erotic.
But a few of us are slowly awakening from the anesthesia of civilization.
We are becoming aware that every stone, every tree, every river,
every animal, every being in the universe is not only just as alive, but at
present is more alive than we who are civilized beings. This awareness is not just intellectual. It can’t be or civilization will just turn into another
academic theory. We are feeling it. We have heard the love-songs of
rivers and mountains and have seen the dances of trees. We no longer
want to use them as dead things, since they are very much alive. We
want to be their lovers, to join in their beautiful, erotic dance. It scares us.
The death-dance of civilization freezes every cell, every muscle within
us. We know we will be clumsy dancers and clumsy lovers. We will be
fools. But our freedom lies in our foolishness. If we can be fools, we
have begun to break civilizations chains, we have begun to lose our need
to achieve. With no need to achieve, we have time to learn the dance
of life; we have time to become lovers of trees and rocks and rivers. Or,
more accurately, time cease to exist for us; the dance becomes our lives
as we learn to love all that lives. And unless we learn to dance the dance
of life, all our resistance to civilization will be useless. Since it will still
govern within us, we will just re-create it.
So let’s dance the dance of life. Let’s dance clumsily without shame,
for which of us civilized people isn’t clumsy? Let’s make love to rivers,
to trees, to mountains with our eyes, our toes, our hands, our ears. Let
every part of our bodies awaken to the erotic ecstasy of life’s dance. We’ll
fly. We’ll dance. We’ll heal. We’ll find that our imaginations are strong ,
that they are part of the erotic dance that can create the world we desire.
~ Feral Faun
hates chaos and, therefore, also hates Eros. Even in supposedly
sexually free times, civilization represses the erotic. It teaches that orgasms
are events that happen only in a few small parts of our bodies
and only through the correct manipulation of those parts. It squeezes
Eros into the armor of Mars, making sex into a competitive, achievementcentered
job rather than joyful, innocent play.
Yet even in the midst of such repression, Eros refuses to accept this
mold. His joyful, dancing form breaks through Mars’ armor here and
there. As blinded as we are by our civilized existence, the dance of life
keeps seeping into our awareness in little ways. We look at a sunset,
stand in the midst of the forest, climb on a mountain, hear a bird song,
walk barefoot on a beach, and we start to feel a certain elation, a sense
of awe and joy. It is the beginning of an orgasm of the entire body, one
not limited to civilization’s so-called “erogenous zones”, but civilization
never lets the feeling fulfill itself. Otherwise, we’d realize that everything
that is not a product of civilization is alive and joyfully erotic.
But a few of us are slowly awakening from the anesthesia of civilization.
We are becoming aware that every stone, every tree, every river,
every animal, every being in the universe is not only just as alive, but at
present is more alive than we who are civilized beings. This awareness is not just intellectual. It can’t be or civilization will just turn into another
academic theory. We are feeling it. We have heard the love-songs of
rivers and mountains and have seen the dances of trees. We no longer
want to use them as dead things, since they are very much alive. We
want to be their lovers, to join in their beautiful, erotic dance. It scares us.
The death-dance of civilization freezes every cell, every muscle within
us. We know we will be clumsy dancers and clumsy lovers. We will be
fools. But our freedom lies in our foolishness. If we can be fools, we
have begun to break civilizations chains, we have begun to lose our need
to achieve. With no need to achieve, we have time to learn the dance
of life; we have time to become lovers of trees and rocks and rivers. Or,
more accurately, time cease to exist for us; the dance becomes our lives
as we learn to love all that lives. And unless we learn to dance the dance
of life, all our resistance to civilization will be useless. Since it will still
govern within us, we will just re-create it.
So let’s dance the dance of life. Let’s dance clumsily without shame,
for which of us civilized people isn’t clumsy? Let’s make love to rivers,
to trees, to mountains with our eyes, our toes, our hands, our ears. Let
every part of our bodies awaken to the erotic ecstasy of life’s dance. We’ll
fly. We’ll dance. We’ll heal. We’ll find that our imaginations are strong ,
that they are part of the erotic dance that can create the world we desire.
~ Feral Faun
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