Gerard

>> According to a quick (and aggravating) Google search, female sexuality has been likened to numerous things, including a slow combustion stove, a labyrinth, pre-iPhone mobile phones, fire (which takes no less than three elements to ignite), tropical weather, the flight control panel of a 747 airliner, and, most charmingly, the difficult act of holding a beach ball under water.

Here’s a thought: Maybe understanding female desire isn’t a matter of the subject’s complexity, but its counterpart’s competence. Just saying. <<

that's what sugarhigh said, announcing the exhibition:  
MALE NUDES - FEMALE DESIRES at Galerie Tanja Wagner, Berlin, 
which I visited yesterday. 

I'm sharing with you images of artist Lina Sheynius. Because I found her work was stunningly natural and direct and incredibly sexy. Representing an authentic 'female gaze' & sexualizing her (ex)boyfriends body in one of the most sensual+explicit ways I could imagine.

The other featured artists Jen Davis, Nina Hoffmann and Paula Winkler are reflecting different aspects of female sexuality with a less immediately intimate but more intellectual approach, touching the issues of male body ideals, self-staging, 'online-lust' and others. Absolutely worth visiting.

images from Lina Sheynius series 'Gerard'

very merry holy night.

'untitled' by corinne M. schlichting, 2010, via designboom

Je vous ouvrir le crane, ma chère amie.

Mansfield TYA - "sur le plafond" from charlie mars on Vimeo. 
via lesbianbutch.tumblr.com

Il n'y a pas d'étoiles // Sur Le Plafond // Si je m'allonge au sol // Je me noie, dans le son

Les yeux de ma promise // Sont des cimetières // Des cadavres en chemise // Courent dans ses artères

Les yeux de ma promise // Des cadavres en chemise

Il n'y a pas d'étoiles // Sur Le Plafond // Si je m'allonge au sol // Je me noie, dans le son

Votre tête est un tombeau // Une cage à soucis // Puis-je vous ouvrir le crane ma chère amie

Votre tête est un tombeau // Puis-je vous ouvrir le crane

Il n'y a pas d'étoiles // Sur Le Plafond // Si je m'allonge au sol // Je me noie, dans le son

Je vis dans un couloir // Qui n'a pas de tête // Les murs sont des armoires en allumettes

Je vis dans un couloir // Les murs sont des armoires

Il n'y a pas d'étoiles // Sur Le Plafond // Si je m'allonge au sol // Je me noie, dans le son

Il n'y a pas d'étoiles // Sur Le Plafond // Si je m'allonge au sol // Je me voie, que des cons

Shewolves.

Look at all these fabulous women.
Then rethink (as if you ever really thought about it, did you?) shaving your pits. I mean: Have you even once seen your underarm hair grown out, as god gave it to you? Or are you one of those who started shaving when the first hair appeared at the teen age?

Every girl (and boy) should be free to wear her/his hair as s/he wants it - boldly bushy, sleekly trimmed, shaved and polished. Everyone should deliberately and unaffectedly decide how s/he likes it best. 

Isn't it weird that this free choice has a touch of rebellion to it when you only think it?

If you need to intellectually meditate on this issue, try the following articles:

The first, about a 10 week body hair rebellion experiment, may make you want to try hairy pits even less. It documents and reflects the hostile feedback you may get as well as the norms you quarrel with. From personal experience I can confirm the survey results. But I can also happily report that at some point it magically stops and just a little later, someone who was very sceptical will come up to you and - in the best case - will tell you that he actually really loves your underarm rebellion (ehm, and he might want to lick it too, haha).

The second article is more general, about Stigma and Women's Bodies, such as body fluids, aging etc.

If you need more visual inspiration try the hairy pits club or the swedish movement Ta Håret Tillbaka!

or check out the famous underarm hair of Frida Kahlo, Elizabeth Jagger and Joan as a Policewoman:

Little things add up.

"Shall I just park the car?" 
"What? Why? I drove all the way here, why shouldn't I park the car?" 
I'm not a bad driver. I'm just a girl.

>> Microaggressions are the subtle ways in which body and verbal language convey oppressive ideology about power or privilege against marginalized identities (race, gender, age, class, sexuality, body, ability...).

Often, they are never meant to hurt – acts done with little conscious awareness of their meanings and effects. Instead, their slow accumulation during a childhood and over a lifetime is in part what defines a marginalized experience, making explanation and communication with someone who does not share this identity particularly difficult. Social others are microaggressed hourly, daily, weekly, monthly. These comments create and enforce uncomfortable, violent and unsafe realities onto peoples’ workplace, home, school, childhood/adolescence/adulthood, and public transportation/space environments. <<

definition via the microagressions project

delights eyes & uterus

what can I say... I find Ryan Gosling to be smoking hot and I find not being a feminist ridiculous. equates: of course I was enthused when I found feministryangosling.tumblr.com

please check out Danielle's blog as well, as she's the mastermind behind it.

Women, know your Limits!