"The heart of women's oppression is her childbearing and child-rearing roles...To assure the elimination of sexual classes requires the revolt of the underclass (women) and seizure of control of reproduction...so the end goal of the feminist revolution must be unlike that of the first feminist movement, not just the elimination of male privilege but of the sex distinction itself; genital differences between human beings would no longer matter."
~ Shulamith Firestone, 1970

these streets transit drinks to cut my eye

Moving again, running, anxious,
Late for change, kinda hurt,
Stuck, vague as dust,
With wages, holidays, sleep,
And holy suburban punk routines.

My friend, a bottle of wine,
Took my name down, under
A statue, bronzed, cold,
Of fallen soldiers.

The bus ride in,
Held to my chest. This is love.
I grabbed his slender neck
And left my body.
The jungle tried to swallow me.

Its no coincidence, walking westward,
Found a bar before midday.
Met a starry eyed john, who
Told me, with autonervous twitch,
"I like the vicious, hard cocks here.
Just last week punched my mouth,
Kissed his thigh.
You got time?"

Its not my hotel room.

from CarnalNation

Three Drunk Love Poems

Waiting for your smile,
image at my side,
this is love.

Yes i'm sorry,
in your lap,
take me home.

Have whats left,
on the house...




Sitting drunken in a metal concrete fish waiting for this grrl i know cherry chocolate chilli and her cunt tastes so sweet.




You might only grasp
at this picture.
For you, i'm cheaply amused.
Its true.
But then even you,
with your prescriptive mouth
squaring box set analysis,
can appeal to this openminded sensor array.
Immersion.
Why not? Let this fluid,
this fluidity,
kiss you, touch your eye,
with new mornings.

Staying over/under anxious
at your parents house,
i'm lost against, trying to find my way, the family curtains.

The resident housecat makes a nest of my backpack.
Your dog kisses my feet.

The bed is an ocean,
our mouths conjoined rivers.
Your snored in your sleep, sounds kept me awake, dreaming till daybreak.

capturing cammy the camo cam cunt

I gave my heart to a cam-girl,
She danced in and out of my dreams.
She wasted my time, while
I played with myself.
She was behind me,

Everytime she moved,

But the chemicals between us created

Sparks in my mirror image, as I

Turned caffeine into keystrokes.

The first night she didn’t appear online for a shift I nearly lost it altogether in a frenzy of cravings. The world started to shrink rapidly and I had to hide in my wooden wardrobe until morning. When I saw her again, she just smiled mischievously and made puppy-dog eyes at me, saying only that she was busy all night with a ‘client’ (“Just business baby!” she said she said). Must have been dinner with drinks I imagined the platonic scene. It took me a good six months to figure her for a sex worker…after all, why would such an amazingly beautiful women need to sell her body to get by? Surely there were other, less demeaning ways to get by…I put it down to regular sex kicks and a possible adrenaline addiction.

One night she took her clothes off for me,

In a private room,

While I fiendishly pumped my cock,

Some ten thousand kilometres away.

I didn’t tell her when I came…I didn’t want her to stop…

I knew that she loved me,

Even though she refused to say so…

I didn’t need her to.

I could do that for her…

She had my heart, she had me by the balls…

But I have her image,

And with this

She stepped into my visions,

She fell into my dreams.

Now my cam-girl no longer sits legs spread in her office at home;

Baring her hot flesh by the side of the sex industry superhighway.

But I don’t mind. She already belongs to me afterall…

Always brand-new / second-hand…

Ready for disassembling and reconstruction.

Now she’s here by my side,

Under my bed,

Writhing impaled,

Every night she tells me

That she loves me…

Even when the blindfold is on,

She moves around me like smoke.

For my eyes only and know one else can see…

AA 2666

untitled

How could you have known?
When we met
When we slept
That I had left
My other lovers
For myself…

How can I deny?
That it takes two hands
To destroy something
This beautiful…
The door was not locked.
You held my hand.
My hard cock, my heart, my dungeon,
(transient, awake, black)
fell into an open wound.

Separated once again alone,
We grew curiouser and curiouser…

AA 2666

art/wjerk

you pay for some things others come for free kiss my fingers drinking my pee i'm all yours baby inside your pocket you can find a key you want me to beat on you? bash your boi pussy? punch your slack jaw? as long as we're both alive at my command the time is all yours you might not see my faceless core and theres no gurantees so you can bid for more just dont waste my time once i've laid down my laws...

AA February 2666

Ok maggots listen up! it looks like we're running four blogs mostly regular now so make sure you check em out...
Now I'm gonna be as blunt and tasteless as i can here cause its 7.16am and i still havnt slept:

• http://lucienlaveylimited.blogspot.com/ --- SEXY KINKY DIRTY WHOREDOM
  
• http://audreyautonomy84.blogspot.com/ --- TRUTH LIES ACTION SIGNPOSTS
• http://punkpoetiks.blogspot.com/ --- PUNK POETICA MAD DREAMS
• http://buildingtunga.blogspot.com/ --- TUNGA CYBOIG CUT-UP DICE PROJECT

thanks for all yall support over tha beers and make sure you follow the blogs, a great deal of my work will find its way up there!

THE ORANGE FUR BEAST COMMANDS YOU!!

AA, LL, NN, LHO & JRBNL. 04/02/09/666

• queeruption.org

  "We want to make an internationally relevant Website where alternative/radical/disenfranchised queers can exchange information, network, organise, inspire and be inspired, self represent, challenge ourselves and each other, and learn about DIY ideas and ethics. We hope this site will convey the diversity of queer life, identity, and politics; provide visibility for a definition of queer that confounds and contradicts the limited representation of the 'normal'/consumerist model; and be an active tool for building community that recognises the differences in queerness globally."

• The International Union of Sex Workers

  "We demand: * Decriminalisation of all aspects of sex work involving consenting adults. * The right to form and join professional associations or unions . . . "

mosh pit mind

burning it up curbside
climbing fences jumping at the stars
acid excitement turning over
cuts to the face
an elbow gone astray
collective ritual soundscapes
a temporary central intelligence
lift me up! step on my toes!
the pleasure is all ours
this cultural artifact has altered my perception
the blood, the sweat, the tears
shouting hands and bouncing feet
pricked ears and shining eyes
frame our glowing smiles...

audry 2666