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a short(ish) aside on internet porn

Posted by on December 19, 2005

One of the blogger’s essential ‘housework’ chores is to regularly clear away the comments posted by commercial operators trying to provide my readership with direct links to sites I have no wish to link to. You know the stuff – insurance, viagra, loans, poker and, of course, porn.

(Note to sexual abuse survivors: the rest of this entry contains references to violent sex and is NOT recommended reading for those with active ‘triggers’.)

Sometimes, when I open the notifying message in my email inbox and go to hit the de-spam link, my eye is caught by a few words in one of the advertised site URLs or their tags. It might be weird, like ‘cup poodle tea’, or I might just decide it’s worth a look on its apparent merits, like, say, ‘free anal hardcore porn’. Oh yeh? I thought, what’s your hardcore? The link took me through an ‘access forbidden’ page back to the homepage of a site called (at least they don’t mince words) Rape. WELCOME TO OUR COLLECTION OF THE BEST RAPE SITES! etc, etc, trumpeted a box in the banner. On the front page nine ‘paysites’ advertised under titles like ‘Scream and Cream’, ‘Ravished Bride’ and ‘Bi Domination’. (No, children, I’m not going to give you the link.)

Predictably, the design was luridly hellish — black and scarlet, with obscurely suggestive pics and a graff-style logo with a tombstone font subheading, and although I decided (for the sake of my soul) not to venture past the front page (and so can’t even guess whether the advertised scenarios were truly bad news or just bad acting), it did look efficiently organised. And while full of shock-language like “Feel the despair and misery of these forced witnesses who see their wives and girlfriends screwed and humiliated!” it also seems occasionally almost self-aware. Consider this promo-bite for the Bi Domination site:

“It’s hard to forget some things. Violence and pain get stamped in your brains forever. But you don’t have to try to forget! Now you have a unique chance to follow all bisexual domination movies for as long as you want! Feel the pain these bisexual victims experience…”

There is some complex shit in human sexuality, and it’s all out there at your kiddies’ fingertips, unfiltered and unexplained. I distrust products like NetNanny because they let parents feel they’ve done their job — ignorance isn’t protection, and certainly not if it’s parental ignorance. NetNanny knows nuth’n, but yours ain’t the only computer in town: what’s needed is explanation.

If I were a high school teacher I’d be starting a Netsurfing and discussion class to initiate guided group debate about how sexuality operates in power relations, in character and identity formation, in trauma-processing. I’d get them actually looking at porn in class and debating its morality, considering its authorship, evaluating its styles, cross-pollinating it with academic writings on the subject — and eventually analysing their own vulnerabilities and finding their own proactively reasoned sexual ethics.

I’d be hoping those kids could help me figure how desire connects in to all our other deep drives — not just to joy and love but also to fear, pain, shame, hatred and rage. And why we persist in believing we can formulate an ethics of co-operative tolerance not only despite it, but through it.
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Okay, the wrap-up

Posted by on December 14, 2005


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Originally uploaded by Martinism.

The second Goddess Project night sold out. The damn stoner video guy didn’t make it (he shot the first night, which was somewhat rawer and to an intimate audience) but there were several cameras in the packed second-night crowd and some of the results have cornered a couple of tags on Flickr. Look here and if only 12 show up (glitch, i think) then look here as well. Financially, we (ahem) pretty much broke even. Another night would’ve been good, but that’s what we tried for originally, and the next week was already booked. Sound quality of the video, meh. But we’ve got documentation and it’ll serve up some good clips and stills.

Then, as you all no doubt saw in yer inboxes, there was the Vic on the Park open mic night, a festive occasion in the hands of the redoubtable Mike Cook. Our two nights – the two Tuesdays after the two Wednesdays of TGP, if you follow – were the Christmas party and the last open mic night for the year, so they were both rockin’. Have a look here at Redeeming Features for our first (to my knowledge, at least) online review.

And so, with modelling work tailing off in a week or so, Drew preparing for a weekend elsewhere (oh, lord, I’m so indiscreet), and Eug holding an entirely justifiable but not always easy distance, I’m off to a nunnery for a couple of weeks. Just kidding. Let’s see, I’m halfway thru 4 loads of washing, I’ve tidied the dressing room (whew), and I’m planning a scarily comprehensive new filing system. I promised myself I’d never blog about housework, but this is psychic overhaul. Now begins the time of the December/January projects – breaking the back, so to speak, of Voting For Democracy, creating the ZenSiren website with Drew, mastering the VotP live recording with Phil Snow and Eug, and by February somewhere releasing the demo EP at the website launch.

Plus I need to swim most days, stretch every day, and keep singing. Hell, I’ve gotta start thinking about Christmas. Damn, I haven’t got time for lovers.

Guess I’ll make it how I can. ;)

(Hot shot, by the way, Martinism…*smirk*)

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Damn my mouth

Posted by on December 11, 2005

Last night Drew and I had dinner with Michael Montgomery, director of the recently folded Bondi Ballet. Michael and I nearly talked each other’s faces off, somewhat to Drew’s exasperation, but I must say Michael is an exceptionally charming, skilled and generous host, and a man passionately engaged with the world on many levels. Although it was mostly about dance, dances, dancers, the stormy politics and history of dance in Sydney, etc, etc, the conversation kept returning, as it does among friends, to the woeful state of the world and the even more personally distressing state of the nation.
And I found myself speaking one of those sudden sure sentences that occasionally seem to tumble out of my mouth – ‘What do you reckon, six to eighteen months to lockdown?’
‘Lockdown?’ said Drew.
‘Mass arrests, curfews, street violence. Thousands of angry unemployed marching en masse and being broken up with tear gas and batons and horses. I say 6-18 months away.’

Oh great, I thought. So soon?
But that was last night. This afternoon there was Cronulla.
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eewwhh…

Posted by jaqi on December 9, 2005

Apologies to regular (and even highly irregular) readers of this benighted narrative. I am battling Dance Australia deadlines, end-of-year craziness, partner dramas (sorry, no specifics) and sheer bodily decrepitude, aka fatigue. Sat down at the computer after work (Jody Pawley Sculpture School) last night round 11, and got up from it at 6.30am for breakfast. Said good morning to Drew, passing like, well, ships in the morning. Went back to the pooter after 9 for a couple of hours, met the deadline, sorted the more pressing emails and floated round like a wraith the rest of the day. Ross’s party tonight. Hmm…

So anyway, the post-show debrief is coming; in the meantime feast your minds on the divertingly perverse wisdom of Nero Wolfe, to whom I was kindly directed by Martinism.

“I would appreciate it if they would call a halt on all their devoted efforts to find a way to abolish war or eliminate disease or run trains with atoms or extend the span of human life to a couple of centuries, and everybody concentrate for a while on how to wake me up in the morning without my resenting it. It may be that a bevy of beautiful maidens in pure silk yellow very sheer gowns, barefooted, singing Oh, What a Beautiful Morning and scattering rose petals over me would do the trick, but I’d have to try it.”

Nero Wolfe, detective, in Before Midnight (Viking Press, 1955) p. 129.

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eewwhh…

Posted by on December 9, 2005

Apologies to regular (and even highly irregular) readers of this benighted narrative. I am battling Dance Australia deadlines, end-of-year craziness, partner dramas (sorry, no specifics) and sheer bodily decrepitude, aka fatigue. Sat down at the computer after work (Jody Pawley Sculpture School) last night round 11, and got up from it at 6.30am for breakfast. Said good morning to Drew, passing like, well, ships in the morning. Went back to the pooter after 9 for a couple of hours, met the deadline, sorted the more pressing emails and floated round like a wraith the rest of the day. Ross’s party tonight. Hmm…

So anyway, the post-show debrief is coming; in the meantime feast your minds on the divertingly perverse wisdom of Nero Wolfe, to whom I was kindly directed by Martinism.

“I would appreciate it if they would call a halt on all their devoted efforts to find a way to abolish war or eliminate disease or run trains with atoms or extend the span of human life to a couple of centuries, and everybody concentrate for a while on how to wake me up in the morning without my resenting it. It may be that a bevy of beautiful maidens in pure silk yellow very sheer gowns, barefooted, singing Oh, What a Beautiful Morning and scattering rose petals over me would do the trick, but I’d have to try it.”

Nero Wolfe, detective, in Before Midnight (Viking Press, 1955) p. 129.

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