Question for Readers: WTF?!

May 22, 2013 in Abuse for My Readers, conflicted eXXistence blog, Lynsey G

Ok, peeps, let me ask you something. Why the fuck don’t you ever comment on this page? Seriously. I write like… a lot. And I know y’all are reading it.

But I’m not just here to harass you about it. I want to know. Is my comments thing difficult to use? If so, please tell me and I can fix it. I really want to know what you think about things, and I’d love to start some actual discussions here. Pleeeease help me! Comment sometimes, goddammit!

A few lil’ thoughts to start your week…

May 21, 2013 in conflicted eXXistence blog, Links, Lynsey G, Musings

1) Angelina Jolie’s boobs are gone. At least her real boobs are gone. And you know what, awesome. She’s still going to be gorgeous and powerful and do what the fuck she wants, no matter what the hell you may personally think about her. And she’ll do it without cancer. So good for her. Deal with it, bros.

2) In other news, Mother’s Day has come and gone, and I’ve been subjected to many podcasts and discussions about motherly things. Now don’t get me wrong, guys: I love my mom and my grandma and all my friends who are mothers. Mothers are great. But hearing all the talk about labor and mothering techniques and breastfeeding and butts-gone-wrong… You know? I’m really, really, really glad… still… that I’m not a mother. Go all you who are! But don’t expect this one to give it a go. I’m 30 years old, and my disinterest in having the experience myself has never been stronger. No little alien-parasite-body-filling organisms for me, thanks. Gooooo birth control! Yay!

3) The yearly toplessness protests/day of activism has also come and gone in NYC, with topless ladies taking to the streets to demand equal treatment for men and women when it comes to going bare-chested. I totally dig the idea that, if I wanted to, I could go around topless and not be arrested for it, as the NYPD has made abundantly clear that I can. Rock on, gender equality! However, I think we may still be a long way from actual equality in practice as opposed to theory, as the video embedded in this article clearly shows. It’s not that there’s anything wrong with crowding around and taking photos when a protest is obviously trying to get press, not to mention happening in/around Times Square for millions to see. But in my experience, seeing topless women in the city has always gone along with seeing crowds of men following those women and taking photos with camera phones (see the dude who leans in to take a photo of himself with the woman in the video while she’s not looking… at 00:50) and totally gawking and leering. We get that you like boobs, dude-bros, but could you try to be just a teensy bit less overtly misogynist about it? It’d really get us all a lot further, and there’d be a lot more women willing to walk around with their ladies out for you to stare at, if you’d just pretend not to notice a tiny bit more. Ugh. Entitlement much? In my opinion, the best part about this article is not the writer’s happiness about gender parity on the horizon (which I like), it’s the last line, which ties the whole issue of it being cool that women can go topless–and yet have to expect to be videotaped and stared at, and oh by the way this is safe for the streets but not for polite society–in a nutshell: “Footage of the protesters can be found here (NSFW).”

Brillz.

Vanity Police

May 19, 2013 in Art, Art at Large, conflicted eXXistence blog, Lynsey G

My old and dear friend Tom has recently released his latest post-punk album as Vanity Police. Listening to friends’ music is always a scary thing because you don’t know going into it if you’re going to be forced to smile all strained-like and say, “It’s great!” when you really don’t enjoy it at all. I’ve had that experience a few too many times. It’s even happened with Tom in the past, with another project he was working on for a while. So I was dubious.

But Tom… oh, Tom… he and I have  been kindred spirits for a while now, and after I’d listened to Hey Loser a few times, I was hooked. I’ve actually been listening to it on repeat for a full week. I love it. And not just because I like grungy pseudo-goth dark-rock synth-pop (which I do). Or just because it’s damn good music. But there’s something else that Tom pulls off brilliantly: Alternative maleness, sexuality in the grey area, and raw fucking sex appeal. He told me he’s heard comments to the tune of “this goes against my delicate suburban heterosexuality.” That means he’s doing something really right in my book, friends. Challenging what it is to be male in our culture, yet doing it an undeniably, confidently beautiful way and putting it unapologetically into the public eye. RAWK.

Please please please go check this out and purchase for whatever you want to pay (which includes nothing).

Hot. Hot hot hot. And this is just fucking brilliance.

Can’t wait for the video for “Siren Call” comes out. That song gets me all happy in my loins area.

Porn Studies: Fuck Yeah

May 16, 2013 in conflicted eXXistence blog, Lynsey G, Porn News, Porn Ponderings

KaPLOW! I got back to civilization just in time to find out that there will soon be an academic journal about porn! Editors Feona Attwood (Middlesex University) and Clarissa Smith (University of Sunderland), and Routledge are currently looking for “innovative work examining specifically sexual and explicit media forms, their connections to wider media landscapes and their links to the broader spheres of (sex) work across historical periods and national contexts,” ranging from 5,000 to 8,000 words, for Porn Studies the journal.

Haha, I don't know where this came from, really, but I love it!

There have been lots of academics studying porn for a while now, and lots of nonacademics doing lots of very thinky work (ahem…) on the topic for ages, and now the tipping point has been reached at which a journal is needed to collect the thoughts of the academics and put them into a conversation with one another in a very highbrow form. Fuck. Yeah.

I’m fighting the urge to rub my hands together in an air of finality and smack my lips and say, “Well, my work here is done.” I want to walk off into the sunset, book contract in hand, wearing a badge that gleams “Legitimate,” and give similar badges out to the people I know through my writing life. I want to shake everybody’s hand and congratulate them for being part of a totally legit, recognized movement that has reached a plateau in the recognition of the validity of writing, thinking, and talking about porn as a very real and very serious part of our culture and our deepest selves.

But, oh, dear friends. To do any of the above would be to stay in the bubble I like to curl up with while reading The Feminist Porn Book or talking with other pro-porn, sex-positive folks about why we’re sooooo right about everything. It would be a mistake. Because this. The same old wink-wink nudge-nudge, eye-rolling, “It’s fine if they want to do that privately, but do they have to tell everyone about it” mentality at play. All over the place. And then of course this, because anti-porn people really don’t want conscientious discussions of porn raining on their hate parade.

Sigh. But hey, we’re getting somewhere. This is real ground being covered. And I’m psyched! My job may not be done, but it feels much more like it’s worth it today than some days.

The Vibrator Song

May 14, 2013 in Art, conflicted eXXistence blog, Lynsey G

I am returned from the vacations! I am rejuvenated and relaxed! …and SUPER SWAMPED with backed up work! In the meantime, check it. There is an academic journal for porn now! More thoughts on this, and the inevitable anti-porn feminist backlash, to come.

And there is THIS! Which you need to watch, and sing to yourself, hopefully in public. Adorbs!

Why Sex and Porn Matter

April 30, 2013 in conflicted eXXistence blog, Lynsey G, Musings, Porn Ponderings

In a series of conversations, some of them with a troll on a Village Voice article about Stoya, and others after the fact with friends about my anger and passion on the subject of sex-positivity, I’ve realized that while my reasons for writing empassioned essays and graphic novels and making films and continually making myself a part of sex-positive culture are very clear to me, they might not be to everyone else. It’s easy to forget, when you’re on a crusade, that to others, that crusade might be all well and good, but not nearly as important as it seems to the crusader.

So I’m going to try to write out, without getting too long-winded, why sex (and porn) are so important to me, and why I’d argue that the issues they bring up could be important to everybody with a humanist streak.

It’s not just that I like sex and therefore I love talking about it. I mean, I do. And I do. But there’s a lot more going on here. This shit is important.

Sex is powerful.  Universal. Capable of transporting us, transforming us. I believe this to be true. I don’t think that all sex always has to be a transformative, mind-blowing, love-infused experience with the person you’re most bonded with. I think that sex can be equally awesome if it’s done for fun and recreation, with strangers or friends, here or there, on a train or in the rain… etc. But I think that human sex has the potential to change people’s lives and points of view because it can be such an intense, emotional, really visceral experience. It can bring people together in strong emotional and physical bonds. And it can give us a sense of peace and understanding and power in our bodies. Basically, sex can be a unifying and gratifying and powerful force in human life.

But because it’s so powerful on the individual and unifying levels, and because it can produce life, it has been one of the central focuses of control by church, government, etc. for eons. As the site of procreation, female sexuality in particular has been under the regulation of those in power in many cultures. The sexual impulse, particularly in Western cultures in which inheritance, lineage, and the control of growing empires have been of the utmost importance, has been discouraged  and put under almost constant surveillance, analysis, and control. As power changed hands from religious leaders to politicians to corporations, and everything in between, female sexuality has been monitored and kept as far as possible under the control of those in power–often men, but that’s not my point. The point is that sex has been used against us for thousands of years–it has been turned into something that inspires fear, shame, revulsion, and a need for secrecy because we have been taught by the witting and unwitting heirs of this system of control for so long that sex is dangerous. Sex is bad. Sex is powerful, but not in ways that can benefit us. It’s powerful in ways that can harm us only. So we have to be afraid of it. Treat it carefully. Keep it secret–keep it safe in that secrecy.

And so we go about in a world that has changed drastically since the days when Hebrews prized procreation above all else as they vied for a political and physical foothold, since the Christians and then the Romans adopted many of the Hebrews’ rules about sex, since the Romans gave way to the Catholic Church as the locus of power in Europe, since the Church ceded much of its power to politically divided nations that maintained an interest in controlling their populaces, and up until the present day, when conservative interests are desperate to keep the power they once had over us all.

If you doubt this to be true because your personal experience doesn’t reflect it, just take a look at any online article about pornography or sex in a mainstream publication. Notice how it seems impossible for the journalist or commentors to look at sex with a clear eye, without turning everything into a joke or a back-handed insult. Note how incensed the commentors are by the idea that sexuality or pornography has any right to be discussed openly. Note how impossible it is for women to be noted as human beings by our media, rather than as their sexualized bodies.  Also note how cultural conservatives of all stripes, who see the world changing in favor of gay rights and human sexual liberation and are terrified of losing their grip on power, seek to control the rights of sexual minorities and women over their own bodies and sexual lives–not by implication or suggestion, but overtly. These people do not want women to have the right to choose, or gays to have the right to marry, or anyone who is not a white male in a position of authority to have the right to their own bodies and sexual choices. The fight over sex, make no mistake, is alive and well. And the longer our bodies and our sexualities are treated as shameful, secret, taboo terrors to be controlled and manipulated by those in power, the longer those in power will have tangible control over all of our  lives.

Because it has retained such a “special” status in our culture, sex has been largely removed from the marketplace. In many industrialized nations, the sale of sex is strictly prohibited. It occupies an “exalted” place that puts it “above” the economics that drive the rest of our capitalist society, and thus it can remain more effectively taboo. (This, by the way, isn’t an argument for or against capitalism, it’s just a statement of one more way in which sex is taken out of the mainstream and into the realm of fear, secrecy, and shame.) The idea of selling the body is repugnant to most of us because we have been taught that sex is some sacred thing that should not be sold, but because it’s so sacred, we have to keep it out of sight.

The one place in which US culture, in particular, gets around this silencing impulse is in pornography. Porn is legal. It is massively popular because everybody likes sex and nobody ever seems to get enough of it. We can’t buy sex, but we can buy videos and photos of other people having sex. Porn is the only place where straight-up, actual sex without moralistic jargon surround it can be bought, sold, and taxed in America. It is permitted to continue as a source of tax revenue and as a “necessary evil” in our culture. But it is punished simply for existing: porn companies face higher rates for payment processing and more difficulty finding distribution than other companies. Porn is subject to vague “community standards” for obscenity that leave it open to prosecution at virtually any moment, almost anywhere. Being involved in porn is a black mark on the reputation of individuals and companies alike in the eyes of the public because it dares to monetize sex for the advantage of those who make it. Our engrained sense of ‘propriety’ (read: thousands of years of programming as the result of religious and political control) shies away from this.

But at this point, because we live in a culture where sex is so deeply subversive and yet still so unavoidably enticing, we secretly (or not so secretly) love porn. We spend a lot of our money on it, and way more of our time on it. The internet is basically made of porn because we cannot get enough of it. And so pornography becomes one of the most universally accessible languages in which to talk about sex. What we like about porn, or what we don’t like about it, can be a jumping-off point for a real discussion about sexuality that is difficult for most of us to get to. We can talk about it in terms that aren’t quite as personal. Porn is the only public display of sex that is easily accessible. It is sex on display. We can talk about it: in terms of economics or morals or logistics or whatever. We can beat around the proverbial bush (pun intended) to get to the crux of the matter: sex is important to us.

It’s not that porn and thus sex are the only issues in our culture that are important. There are major problems in our culture with labor, economics, education, environmental degradation, access to clean water and sufficient food, and so many other things. But the one thing that almost every person, everywhere, with any exposure to our Western imperial culture can understand on a basic level, devoid of language and politics, is sex. It is one thing we almost all share and understand. It is one place where so many of us have been terrorized and controlled through assault, rape, fear, shame, legislation, confusion, and secrecy–where our personal experiences have been used by those in power to control us. And yet it is also one place in which we can all also understand ourselves, come to understand each other, and to feel power in our own bodies and lives.

I believe that utilizing our right to enjoying sex without fear and shame, taking control of our bodies, to taking joy and pleasure in sex… that these can be the start of a revolution. Porn is one gateway to a discussion and change of attitude toward sex. It is in the best interest of every human being to have the right to experience their own sexuality in their own way, with access to the education and tools and, yes, porn that helps them find pleasure in their sexuality. It is one way in which we can break the chains that have been put on us. By talking about sex, opening up dialogues about pornography as the public display of sex through performance and what it means to us, and refusing to continue allowing those in power over the legislation and attitudes that have governed our own bodies and sexualities for so long, we can raise a proud middle finger at thousands of years of oppression and start to move away from the things that divide us, toward a unified and humanist and ultimately free world. A world that might be closer to unifying on issues like the environment, the economy, our labor, our lives.

That’s what I think. It’s high-minded and maybe a bit hyperbolic in places. But it’s true. Sex isn’t just a part of life that should get tossed aside because it’s embarrassing. It’s an integral part of a much larger tapestry that we only have some small measure of control over, personally. But through our universal needs and desires, and our respect for one another and their needs and desires, we can start to understand one another. Sex is one of the most surveilled and controlled parts of our lives. It doesn’t have to be that way. The only way to change it is to change it.

So. Let’s just do it. N’est-ce pas?

 

Today, You Need This

April 29, 2013 in conflicted eXXistence blog, Lynsey G

BLAM!

April 23, 2013 in conflicted eXXistence blog, Modeling Work

Photo © Jayel Draco 2013.

Photoshoot Fun!

April 21, 2013 in conflicted eXXistence blog, Modeling Work

Just wrapped up a lil photo shoot sesh of me with my Feminist Porn Award. Because I’m kind of a show-off. (And because the Good For Her people asked for photos of everybody with their awards and I didn’t want to just do a snapshot. Because I’m a show-off.) Pretty psyched about how they’re coming out, y’all! I’ll post ‘em when the edits are done! Because even show-offs don’t want their under-eye bags to show.

Also, a heads-up: I’m working on a pretty intense copyediting gig, and preparing for a long vacation to the American West, so I’ll be lying low on the blog for the next few weeks. However, I’m corresponding with a lot of people about issues for adult companies in the world of payments, “high risk” categories, and more, so keep  your eyes open for more on all that.

Peas and carrots!

“Why the change?”: Why do I need a reason?

April 19, 2013 in conflicted eXXistence blog, Rants

So I cut my hair off a few months ago. Last year, actually. During the aftermath of Hurricane Sandy. My office in Manhattan had no electricity or phones for a week, so I had no day job. I had some free time on my hands. The subways weren’t back up and running yet, either, so it was almost impossible to go anywhere far. So I walked down the street to the house of a friend who is a hair stylist, and had her chop most of my hair off. Cause why not?

But then the reaction from other people–friends, family, coworkers–was crazy. Everyone I saw felt the need to comment on it. For months. Ok, for the first few days after a major look change, I expect people to mention it. But after a few weeks, like… dude. I cut my hair. Get over it. But just today I had someone comment on it. It’s been literally six months.

Wait, no, they didn’t comment. They asked about it. Because that’s what people always do. They ask. “Why the big change?” “What made you cut it?” and so on.

This I do not understand. What, I need a reason to change my hairstyle? Are they expecting me to say, “Well I had a major psychic break and shaved it all off in a moment of Britney Spears angst, but thankfully I was committed to an institution for a while as it grew back to a more normal length”? Or, “I didn’t think the world was respecting my butchness enough”? Or, “Because my religion is against hair”? I mean, what? What is the “reason” I’m supposed to have?

Seriously. What reason does anyone ever have for changing their appearance in a superficial way? “I bought a green dress because I realized that purple dye seeps into my skin and causes me to undergo a profound physical change into a blueberry.” “I got highlights put in my hair because the sameness of color was killing me.” “The idea of not being tan for a day longer caused me to hyperventilate and pass out on public transportation, so I went tanning.” Like… WTF.

I guess sometimes people make changes because of something profound in their identity/life/world. But for the most part… I just get bored looking the same all the time.

Ok. Sorry. /rant.