sidesex on my mind
Shakira at the VMA was fucking sizzling. I swear, that was hotter than when I worked at SinCity.com chopping some famous content 8hrs/day. Maybe it was the blunt going around the room, but good lord... *steaming* Reminded me of one of my favorite activist moments when I got a lapdance from a political performance artist. CONTRADICTION: Shakira, and her sexy body where every freaking muscle seemed to bounce as she walked on stage, is supposed to make you think extremely sexual... But that political performance art a couple of years ago was supposed to be like a statement about how fucked up it is to sexualize Latinas and their bodies and how that interconnects with rape and violence and colonization. And if I agreed so much with the latter, why the fuck was I so hot watching Shakira? And is it fucked up to be claiming Shakira as a Latina, as part of my culture, my peoples, and in the context of her being sexualized? (must reprioritize how I look at all this)
Note: Grew up in Vegas and never had a lapdance or even went to a strip bar.
And over the weekend... activist party I went to with Beti. We had a couple interested in us, most likely just to hang out. Not sure how I feel about that. But this guy I met, whom I've seen around so much in the Bay--political actions, demo's, events/presentations, workshops, and even a male-privilege day-long workshop--definitely got into my head. I really liked him and am so glad I met him. Contrast to the dude who lives there, and has plenty of workshop and trainer and activistsy experience around anti-oppression, that I'm supposed to be nice to due to association with a bunch of other anti-opp organizers I know, he, as always, much a jerk. Makes me insecure about trying to own my male privilege as a life commitment, he just reinforces how much I can hate on other men cause of how fucked up they can behave. But the first guy, damn!, cute, and very interesting.
Note: Grew up in Vegas and never had a lapdance or even went to a strip bar.
And over the weekend... activist party I went to with Beti. We had a couple interested in us, most likely just to hang out. Not sure how I feel about that. But this guy I met, whom I've seen around so much in the Bay--political actions, demo's, events/presentations, workshops, and even a male-privilege day-long workshop--definitely got into my head. I really liked him and am so glad I met him. Contrast to the dude who lives there, and has plenty of workshop and trainer and activistsy experience around anti-oppression, that I'm supposed to be nice to due to association with a bunch of other anti-opp organizers I know, he, as always, much a jerk. Makes me insecure about trying to own my male privilege as a life commitment, he just reinforces how much I can hate on other men cause of how fucked up they can behave. But the first guy, damn!, cute, and very interesting.