October 30, 2005

Isis Schmisis

Apparently the members of the Isis final club are not very with-it as far as techonology goes. They commited the deadly sin of making their HCS email list archive public - and now the whole campus is gossiping about what bitchy ditzes they all are.

...actually, that's not true. I've yet to hear anyone mention Isis's big omg-so-embarassing fuck up. It's the Harvard Crimson that's doing the gossip-mongering. Their coverage of the "story" is a truly fantastic read... if you really want to know which rich girls from LA and NYC said what about whom. Give me a break.

The Crimson article also revealed some shocking information about female finals clubs. Read on, if you dare:

"While the central role of alcohol in male final club events is well-known... the Isis archive suggests that heavy alcohol consumption is common among members of the female club as well."

WHAT?!? college kids who are members of exclusive social clubs drink!!?! a lot?!!? even when they're all girly?!?! oh noes!!1

"The e-mails also reveal that the Isis Club, formed in 2000, is beginning to forge an alumnae network that may give a boost to members seeking high-powered business jobs... The e-mails also seem to confirm the widespread impression that final club members tap into a network of alumni contacts in the post-graduation job-hunting process."

Privilege? Are you serious? Members of final clubs get sneaky advantages while seeking jobs? Really?

"The Isis archive seems to provide further evidence of the female club’s reliance on its male counterparts for social space."

I'm shocked and appalled. I thought female final clubs had complete parity with male clubs. Because clearly women are always respected here at Harvard!

Not bitter.

Anyway, I think we all know that the moral of this story is clear: never ever trash-talk people in publicly accessible places, especially not searchable ones like the internet.

...unless, of course, you can do it anonymously.

October 29, 2005

Shout Out!

My friend just posted an amusing overheard in new york:

Shout Out to Emily

Guy on cell: Yeah I know her, my sister went out with her when she was still a man.

--Washington Square Park

What makes it particularly amusing is that - if she had any siblings - "Guy on Cell" would be her brother...

The Orgasm Festival

He's no fan of les arts d'amour,
Thinks a woman who comes is a whore;
When such sentiments arise,
Is it such a surprise
If he doesn’t get laid anymore?
This clever little limerick was written by a commenter on a Feministe article about a Dr Michael S Adams, whose most recent ignorant lecture, entitled 'O' Awareness and Gender Identity, is just a picture of idiocy.

I'll highlight some of it, but read it yourself. In full.

There will also be a "vibrator museum" showcasing various sex toys including - but not limited to! - an antique vibrator from 1924. And there will be a vibrator raffle and lots of information on masturbation, orgasm and contraception.

Jessica Polka, an executive board member for the co-sponsor of the event, was recently quoted as saying that “We also have the goal of trying to work toward fighting the social stigma against female sexuality.” In other words, she wants college women to become whores without being ostracized.

yes, he did. he fucking went there. How'd you like to be his student?

Oh, what, I neglected to mention that he's a tenured professor? Yeah, his little personal history - behind that click - has this tidbit of enlightening information as well: "A few years later, Adams abandoned his atheism and also became a Republican." Ah yes, because the party of Lincoln is now the party of the theocrats.

BUT WAIT! - he's not done. No, he's going to go beyond literally saying that "women who have orgasms are whores". Oh yes.

Gird your loins, my fellow human beings:

But a word of warning to the young feminists of FSU is in order. Their events, which are geared toward women, do nothing to include certain groups that are suffering a crisis of "gender identity." And that is potentially problematic since Chancellor Moeser is now under pressure to add “gender identity” to UNC’s non-discrimination policy.

This new initiative would enable transsexuals in all stages of transition, such as cross-dressers, “inter-sexed” persons, and “inter-gendered” persons – groups that all deny their birth sex - to be included in the non-discrimination policy.

The level of ignorance that someone requires in order to assert that "'inter-sexed' persons" are part of the "groups that all deny their birth sex" is just straight-up staggering. Um, hello? No matter what you think about transfolk and genderqueers, there can be no arguing that the intersexed are born that way. That's the fucking definition - they are inter-sexed.
The Student Advisory Committee to the Chancellor recently met with Moeser to discuss what he should do and how students “feel” about this issue. Needless to say, if "gender identity" is added to the UNC non-discrimination policy, it could have serious implications. For example, the creation of gender neutral bathrooms and special counseling to help students “transfer” gender could follow.
Quick, call the National Guard! There's a war on, the Gulf Coast is a horrific disaster, but we must stop the gender-neutral bathrooms!
Given what we have just learned about the UNC students’ Orgasm Awareness Festival, it might be advisable for taxpayers to contact James Moeser (chancellor@unc.edu) to offer some insight on “gender identity discrimination.”
You know, I think I just might. I might drop him a line, and tell him how I feel.

Of course, I rather doubt I'll say anything that will please the Good Doctor... maybe you should do the same?

October 28, 2005

Catch of the Day!

another classic come-on received by moi-même:

"ever have a big stiff cock up your ass you fucking dike [sic]"
frankly, i was tempted to simply reply
...but then wisely decided just to block his ass.

um, yeah. so that's the link to his ad. just in case, you know. you wanted to fagbait him or something. because he's clearly a screaming queen in denial. and should be reminded of this.

October 18, 2005

babes in the wood

this is another round of "emily zilch & the babes in the wood".

yeah, the facebook has creepy man-trolls. (does anywhere not? and can i please go there now?

this tool 'friended' me. i denied his ass: mostly i can't believe someone is so clearly spamming me - and like a total wanker. read this sexy, sexy come-on:

How are u doin? I like your picture, its different. I would like to chat with you to find out more about the rest of you. If thats coo wit u, hit me bac
did he just write, "If thats coo wit u, hit me bac"?

NO HE DI'N'T!!!.

n.b. my profile not only says i only like girls, it also starts with a firm disclaimer that i do not want to hear from men i don't already know AND has testimonials from friends that i like to cut up men into small pieces when they randomly "friend" me. after pillorying them publicly.

which i am now doing, incidentally. this is a public pillorying.

ironically, i can't block his ass because i'm not his friend, so i can't see his email address.


October 13, 2005

Femmehood, depression, and appearance

So, there's been a lot of talk around Harvard about queerness and appearance: how much does the way you present yourself reveal who you are (ie, whether or not you're queer, and if so, what type o' queer you are)?

As Quench's resident grumpy femme - and also its resident vocal lunatic - I've been especially conscious of my appearance lately, especially as I a) start a new relationship and b) try and get my depression under control. The way I look, I'm coming to realize, almost always sends a message, often one which means more than how I act.

Like this one.

I wear my sadness

I wear my sadness on the sleeve
Of my oldest threadbare sweatshirt.
I wouldn't be caught dead in it
If I weren't somehow dead already.

I wear my sadness on my feet,
Cobbled into flat, frumpy shoes.
It follows at my heels
When stilettos' proud clack would be a lie.

I wear my sadness on my scalp,
A wig of my own hair, slick or matted.
It takes energy to make anything shine,
And I won't waste what little I have.

I wear my sadness like a shroud,
Covering my body, but not veiling my face.
So no matter how much I smile for you,
I will wear my sadness on my sleeve.

13 Oct. 2005

October 05, 2005

My Ex Has Creepy Fucking Jobs

yeah, so i just had an amusing conversation with my friend ethernetbunny about some of her Mentor's "pets". she lives part-time with the Mentor (of whose sex and identity remain a secret) as some kind of assistant/cook thingie.

has to be seen to be believed. seriously. make sure you click on the photo to get the close-up, which has annotations invisible in the miniaturised version posted on the livejournal entry.

October 04, 2005

My Mother Would Be a Falconress

you must all go listen to Robert Duncan reading his poem: My Mother Would Be a Falconress. it's haunting and stunning.

for those of you who don't know, Robert Duncan was an amazing gay poet, and this is one of his most famous poems, touching on the relationship between gay men and their mothers.

My mother would be a falconress,
And I, her gay falcon treading her wrist,
would fly to bring back
from the blue of the sky to her, bleeding, a prize,
where I dream in my little hood with many bells
jangling when I'd turn my head...

October 03, 2005

New Year, Ramadan


Sundown today marks the arrival of ראש השנה (Ro'sh hash-Shånåh), the Jewish New Year for "people, animals and legal contracts", which begins the 10-day period called "the High Holidays" in English and "The Days of Awe" in Hebrew.

Sundown today also marks the arrival (in North America) of رمضان (Rama'9ân, or "Ramadan"), a month devoted to fasting, prayer and good will. It ends on 3 November with a spectacular holiday, عيد الفطر ("Eid ul-Fitr" 3îdu-'lFi6r), the first day of the next lunar month.

If you practice either of these traditions, happy holidays!