Friday, June 16, 2006

 
with all due respect,

Twisty

can blow me.

Comments:
Brava!

Get a load of the comedy video I just blogged on safe sex...
 
AP, are you referring to this post which she apparently removed? (If so, I don't know what it said in the first place.)

Wish I could feel sorry for her, but you know, I just can't. Maybe now she knows how it feels when she corners other people.
 
You know, I missed this one, and I think I'm glad.

I'm sure it'd have pissed me off royally, whatever it was, as many of her posts have done. More body and fashion policing?

funny, though, sad-funny, I'm just thinking, the whole business over sex and womens' bodies and presentation thereof: in the light of what's been happening to Twisty's own body, and what's apparently to come.
 
Oh holy horseshit. I didn't scroll to The Blowjob Posts® before.

You will have your blog post, BL - how could I let down my fans? (har har) Expect it sometime this weekend.

Twisty's sarcasm notwithstanding, I think this is my new motto: "Less blaming and more cocksucking!"
 
guess I'm not civil anymore. I don't know how to feel about that. I hope it doesn't become a habit.

b/l - rock the fur! do you find though that the beads in your armhair braids make a distracting clicking sound? I know I do...

but what does it mean if you're pro-armpit hair and pro-bj, or at least bj-neutral, at the same time?

lis - Rowan Atkinson is my secret boyfriend.

Amber - I think the "this post was removed by the moderator" post was a joke.

As regards the great and powerful Twisty:

I am mad jealous of her lit skilz. She's Mozart to the rest of the blogosphere's Salieri, no doubt.

But I certainly hope that WHEN - not if, but WHEN - my body craps out on me (as all our bodies will do, eventually) and I receive bad medical news that shakes me to my very core and in reaction to it treat my readers like marionettes on my strings, someone will call me on it.
 
jesus christ. well, yeah.

and antip: welcome to the Church of Flame, dear sister.

Even before that, I was going to say, in general: is there something terribly difficult about writing oh for example

"I think blahblah is disgusting and grody"

as opposed to

"No woman likes blahblah"?

maybe that's why she went off; because she really want the second to be true and then got all cranky when people didn't match up to the expectations?

god, why can't people just own their shit?

well, whatever. At this point I'm thinking: honey, if it makes you feel better. Okay, it's not you. It's the entire world. Whatever you say.
 
And yeah, sure, I'm orally fixated. I hope like hell that if the day ever comes when I'm I'm not able to enjoy food anymore, at least I can continue to derive some pleasure out of pussy-eating and/or even cock-gobbling.
 
I just wrote this on my own blog in relation to something else, but it's more relevant here, I guess:

Someone had a good point about arguing from the gut versus arguing from the head; I think the gist was, both are perfectly valid; just, know how to tell the difference. and sure, it can be both at once; thing is, the language is different, the...rules of engagement? something...are different.

I am, for example, a big fan of the "I" statements, which comes out of group therapy. When it comes to something subjective--well, to use an example that's blowing up the feministosphere right now:

"I think [sexual act] is gross and vile, and I can't understand why anyone would do it"--perfectly fine.

"No woman likes [sexual act]"--not so much.

Or, well, go ahead and say it, but then don't be surprised when people take umbrage.

Because with the first one, sure, you can take offense at the "gross and vile," but really the only argument is "well, I don't"--and say-hey! both positions can exist!

But if one responds to

"No woman likes blahblah"

with

"I'm a woman and I like blahblah"

--then you're not just expressing a different sensibility, you're now in the position of having to defend an entire worldview. Which gets a lot more irritating when the original speaker, instead of saying, even something like:

"Okay, you're right, my bad. In my experience, blah blah is gross and icky, the very thought gives me a deep-down queasy feeling; it makes me feel soiled and degraded and objectified; and I truly don't get how anyone could like it, but, hey, if you do, you do, I guess"

instead goes, essentially,

"well, clearly you're just kidding yourself; this is How The World Works. [i.e. appeal to not-named authority]"

--big power move, not suave. (In My Opinion, it is not suave). Which is, I'm guessing, why people blow up in response.

Now, sure, there are times when the objective, universal viewpoint makes sense. You don't have to say,

"In my opinion, the phone is off the hook;"

either the phone is off the hook or it isn't. And any observer can easily verify whether or not it's true.

"The phone is off the hook."

Political shit gets more complicated, but this is where the fun world of statistic and citations and logical arguments and so on come in handy.

In other words, if you're gonna say, oh, for example,

"Blah blah is bad for women,"

then, fine; but don't be surprised when people want you to clarify and back it up with specifics. Define "bad for women." How is it bad for women? What evidence do you have that this is so? Then you have something to work with, at least.
 
The other aspect of all this is, I think: it's kind of not cool to essentially troll your readers when they've, as a group, taken you in good faith and expressed love and concern and respect, on the whole; it gives the impression of a certain contempt.
 
lis - Rowan Atkinson is my secret boyfriend.
He can be sexy, particularly in the Blackadder II period. [BTW, have you ever seen The Tall Guy? It's a 1990 movie with RA, Jeff Goldblum is the romantic lead, costarring with Emma Thompson (who, before she became the Merchant-Ivory queen was known for a raunchy standup act that could make every man for miles cross his legs). The film has the FUNNIEST sex scene imaginable, and never fails to crack me up. The only time I've ever regretted watching it was the evening after my wisdom teeth were removed, because it hurt too much to laugh.]

But you can have Rowan Atkinson, if I can have Tony Slattery from the heyday of "Wait Wait Don't Tell Me"
 
Back to the interblog flamewar du jour, I'll point out that my dispute with Ginmar started over her universalizing claim that "Women don't need drugs" for sexual problems, and my dissent that some women do.

Among the better comments I've seen poking around the sites, I rather like Arwen's to Amanda and several people who saw fit to tell Heart over at Women's Space that some of Twisty's commenters weren't as innocent as Heart would like to make them out to be.
 
Just found the other good comment I'd wanted to share, over at miserable bliss
 
And from somebody outside the circle, it's Orgasm Amnesty Week (Wonder if this could help?
 
--oh, Tony Slattery! he's on Who's Line Is It Anyway, isn't he?

I'll take Josie Lawrence, please. also Greg Proops. big rawboned funny gals and wry snarky ambiguously gay Elvis Costello looking boyz.

I do love that show. The original, I mean; it is amazing the difference a Drew Carey can make to an otherwise hilarious show. he's like the anti-funny.
 
Gah. I meant "Whose Line" not "Wait Wait" Where has my brain gone...
 
thanks for the miserable bliss link, btw; added to blogroll.

goddam, there are way too many good blogs out there.
 
I don't mind the Drew Carey version, because I'm so incredibly impressed by the talent of Wayne Brady.
Not a show I'd go out of my way for, but one I'd watch if I happen to notice it's on.
 
>"Some of you seized the opportunity to acquaint the group with your erotic autobiographies (don’t quit your day jobs!).">

Oh, wow. The genteel veneer begins to crack.

You know, I'm sorry she's in pain. I really am. Cancer's a bitch from hell.

But goddam me if it wouldn't be more honest to write, oh, I'm just spec-channeling here:

"I'm miserable and hurting and now the one thing that gave me pleasure (good food) is being taken away from me. Listening to all these "rah rah teh sexxxy! women already made me feel horrible like some kind of sexless freak because they may as well be speaking Venusian for all of me; and now, godgodgod, what's happening to my body? I am having all my sexual organs removed. and you have the nerve to come in here and go lalala, sex is teh fun and men are groovy and aren't we just having a wonderful time with our BODIES! Fuck YOU."
 
thanks for the miserable bliss link, btw; added to blogroll.

One other promising blog I recently stumbled over is http://stroppyblog.blogspot.com/
Get a load of her recent attempt to question a radfem
 
ooh, already linked her (LOVE her), but haven't seen that exchange. (moseying over)
 
Oh, wow. The genteel veneer begins to crack.
You know, I'm sorry she's in pain. I really am. Cancer's a bitch from hell.
But goddam me if it wouldn't be more honest to write...

That's why I really appreciate piny's post showing how Twisty unfairly stacked the deck.

Yet another insightful comment within Twisty's own post
 
goddam but I have to go bear R.B.'s children now.

And that post sums up *exactly* why I was so upset over the BDSM thrashes. She did exactly the same thing. Set it up, knock 'em down, throw in a little dig about "ew, I don't want to hear THAT." Only difference is, then she wasn't quite as overtly hostile (again, I expect the recent terror and anger are factoring); and, sadly, BDSM isn't nearly as widely understood or defended as the good ol' fashioned blowjob.

it's cool. you know, I really am feeling more and more these days like:

Oh, okay, it really *is* your problem. Too bad. Next?
 
BL, most definitely wasn't excusing her. and goddam goddam. Goddam.

why, if I can ask, wouldn't marrying R help with the insurance business?
 
I had been thinking: wrt Twisty. it's not just that she's ill; it's the *way* she's ill. there is a certain ghastly irony to it. sexual and reproductive organs: they really did betray her in a way that even the patriarchy can't touch.
 
lis, oh yeah, Wayne Brady, he's terrif.

and they have a lot of holdovers from the old show, Ryan whatsisname especially, I love.

I get the feeling there's no love lost there.

I had a giant laugh one night when the audience dare/question was:

Something that Drew can't deal with (something like that.

Ryan walked up to him and planted a big ol' smacker on him, right on the kisser.

yeah, he is homophobic. and he keeps inserting himself in the action, and...

goddamit, even the smallest things.

"Hello, welcome to Whose Line Is It Anyway, where the points don't matter..."

Dumbass, if you SPELL IT OUT then it ISN'T FUNNY ANYMORE.
 
oh good jesus fuck the whole "we'll only cover your health insurance if you don't actually need it right now" is enough o make my head explode.

yeah; maybe there *are* more important things to worry about that who's blowing whom, at that.
 
Hi

Just popped over as belledamme commented on one of my posts and mentioned the long long long debates going on aabout sex and beauty rituals.

Of course I am not really a feminist but a nasty woman hater :-)
 
BROTHER!

--oh what a giveaway. i mean:

SISTER!!
 
Howdy, stroppybird!

Of course I am not really a feminist but a nasty woman hater
Now, now, you shouldn't say such things about yourself.

Besides, there are probably plenty of other people willing to say it for/about you. ;}
 
ha, glad to see there are still feminists who have a sense of humour :-)

I am well aware there are women who know what i am really thinking and saying much better than I do myself. I define myself as a feminist and if others don't agree thats tough.

So can people actually disagree here or do I get sent to the naughty room and reprogrammed :-)
 
Naughty room, most definitely.
 
Ha, it will take more than a recycle bin/naughty room (sounds fun) to get me to shut up and behave.....
 
Ha, it will take more than a recycle bin/naughty room (sounds fun) to get me to shut up and behave.....

Oh, good. I like you. :)
 
So can people actually disagree here or do I get sent to the naughty room and reprogrammed :-)

well - you should check the april and may archives - disagreeing is allowed, as long as your point is to genuinely disagree and not be a great big meaniepants.

feel free to stropp-ulate at will! the worst I'll do is ask you to stop being a meaniepants. These comments aren't moderated, and I'll probably never actually ban anybody, no matter how aggravatingly they may present themselves. so do your thing...shit - we'll take you to the naughty room anyway...
 
please. if i ever do that; please kick me. kick me good 'n' proper.

I will sell tickets your ass kicking and I'll administer it myself - if you promise to do the same for me.
 
Twisty's instigation of the BJ wars reminds me of that "AMPED" cellphone service commercial wherein some random individual commands to other individuals "start a fight with that guy", "eat that gum stuck under the seat", "play the piano with your face", "shake your junk", etc.

that bugs me way more than the idea that some women think penises are icky. it even bugs me more than the fact that some women think that women who like penises are icky by association (and that bugs me a lot).
 
yup.

Performers from Ann Coulter to Andy Kaufman run on more or less the same principle: is it real or is it a joke? Or is the joke that it really *is* real, but it *seems* like a joke? well, anyway, looks like, uhhh, the joke's on me, the audience member, no matter how you look at it. (weak laugh) that was funny.

Arguably Kaufman really *was* quite funny and Coulter is nothing more than a toxic blob of ectoplasm; but, to my mind, the transaction is pretty much the same. A power game. Ironically enough in this case.
And it always plays out the same way. "I'm up, you're down. Again."

I don't have time for it.
 
Oh, lookee here...guess who's decided to rubberneck this trainwreck:

http://womensspace.wordpress.com/2006/06/15/feminist-hierarchies/

Not suprisingly, Heart's solidly in Twisty's corner, moaning about how the anti-fellatio activists are simply overwhelmed and attacks on women who blow their partners is just good old fashioned feminism.

I guess that trashing transsexuals gets a bit tiring, doesn't it??

I'm developing a rebuttal of my own; here's part 1:

http://ajk-sdchron-sexposleftist.blogspot.com/2006/06/feminist-fellatio-kerfluffle.html

Part 2 is forthcoming...


Anthony
 
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OOPS...forgot to activate the links...here they are:

Women's Space: Feminist Hierarchies
This is Heart's post.


The SmackDog Chronicles: The Feminist Fellatio Kerfluffle (Part 1)
This is the first part of my response.

Sorry about that.

Anthony
 
OK. Miz B...if I went too far with this, then I do apologize. I was simply stating that someone else was getting in on the debate; I didn't intend to rouse you any more than I did.

Just say the word, AP, and I will delete that last post. I'd rather have it out with these fools on my turf, anyway.


Anthony
 
@ B/L: "it's making me want to vomit."

that could be the cheap-ass low-rent Bailey's substitute you're drinkin'... ;)

as to the rest of your post, I have no complaint. you're not calling anyone names or being intolerably snide or dismissive. I have no reason to scold you.

as a bonus, I am also in complete agreement.
 
AK - I don't see anything scold-able in your post. (maybe one came and went before I could see it?)
 
>for someone who doesn't like BDSM be/c it eroticizes power relationships, I'd say that this was a fine example of precisely the kind of relationships she happens to think goes on in BDSM. Someone using other people for their own amusement.>

Dingdingdingdingding!

But, ah, as long as you're not getting off on it EROTICALLY, it's all perfectly fine.

never even mind that in at least some cases, it wasn't consensual, and even with the ones it was, you overrode some safe words and did damn shitty aftercare.
 
> 1. the fact that people are making a big deal of it is an admission that they agree.

oh sweet jesus, that's just classic trolling 101. actually, that's worse than trolling; usually it's "oh, people are making such a big deal, so and so must be REALLY SAYING SOMETHING IMPORTANT AND CONTROVERSIAL."

It's like this. You kick someone's shin. They jump up and down and swear. Maybe they kick you back. Someone else comes over to rubberneck, *they* get poked in the neck, they hit out blindly. Predictable? You betcha. Drama? Hell yah. Proof that there is a significant Truth at the bottom of this kerfuffle? Only if you think the Three Stooges were philosophers.
 
...I mean, by that logic, when Ann Coulter says that the 9/11 widows are basically out to make a buck, and everyone jumps up and down and gets all agitated, that must mean she's REALLY ONTO SOMETHING.
 
Thanks for the welcome.

Stroppyblog is two people, btw. Me, Stroppybird, and Louisefeminista.

Be good to see you all over there and i'll pop over here.

Look forward to the naughty room ;-)
 
Moron question, but I just left a comment on Pandagon's to which Ms.Kate responded:

"Oh yeah, Lis. I just checked your link and remembered who you are. Gotcha.
Go to Cafe Flesh and have a nice long drink, okay?"

Maybe I'm particularly dense this morning, but I don't get it. What the heck is she talking about. Is this intended as an insult or something?
 
Well, I decided to stick my neck out as an idiot and publically ask what she meant by it.
We'll see what kind of response I get...
 
Hm.

http://www.streettech.com/bcp/BCPgraf/Media/cafeflesh.htm

An art house porn flick with a SF theme, "Cafe Flesh" is set 5 years after a nuclear holocaust. A radiation-based illness has rendered 99% of the population impotent; actually repulsed by flesh-to-flesh contact. These anti-sex mutants are referred to as Sex Negatives. The remaining one percent who still have sex (and enjoy it) are forced by law to perform for the rest of the population in hopes of arousing sexual desire. The sex performances take place in clubs such as Cafe Flesh.

This rare SF porno film is a thought-provoking exploration of alienation, sexual revulsion, and exhibitionism. The look of the film is imaginative, and the photography and the acting is first-rate (for porno, anyway).

***

If that's what she's referring to, I'd probably take it as a compliment. I think.
 
Unless of course that's some reference to my FSD having left me effectively asexual and thus I only get vicarious pleasure from hangin with the pro-sex folks...
 
Awww
Get a load of this Aw shucks comment by Twisty about the whole kerfuffle.
 
I don't think msKate's comment was anything but dismissive and mean.

I saw that movie. not flattering.
 
> Awww
Get a load of this Aw shucks comment by Twisty about the whole kerfuffle.

Okay. That's it. Ick.
 
BL, the entire response was:

Twisty Jun 18th, 2006 at 12:54 pm

Thank you for the compliment, but permit me to point out that it’s not my blow-up. I can take credit merely for posting a few innocuous words on my own website. The ensuing lofty discourse to which you allude is entirely the province of gifted and eloquent third-party cocksucker/ideologues.
 
I'm getting a little sick of her sarcasm. And I say this as a huge fan of sarcasm myself.

/ another ideological cock-sucker
 
Sarcasm's one thing. Never fucking turning it off is something else. That's always a big red flag for me. Look: a lot of people have serious problems with what you said, and it's not just the ideological problem, either: *You hurt peoples' feelings. Badly. For no good reason.* People who care about you. No one's asking for sackcloth and ashes here; but at least an *acknowledgment* that this might be just a *tiny* bit you might be good at around this point.
 
(obviously "you' was not addressed to amber or anyone posting here; but I think you knew that)
 
Well, well, well, look who's here. If it isn't Cheshyre, the patron saint of: 1. strawfeministing and 1. bullshit.

Funny, that's not why I got pissed but you've been bitching about it for two years or more. I got pissed because I don't much care for people who think my blog is their soapbox, and when you couldn't manipulate me you went whining to your blog and your hubby. How's that for a start?

I don't know why I bother. This is from a woman who makes an apology out of one side of her mouth and then boasts about her whiny ass victim act elsewhere.

If you want to know anything about how I feel, ask me, because every time I catch you pronouncing on something about me, you get it wrong. My, I'm just certain that's an accident.
 
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