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Woody, Dylan Farrow

6 Feb

I named my first cat after Woody Allen. Cat’s name was Woody. Yes, this post is about pussy. Pleasure. Psychoanalysis. Problems.

I say often, “I come from a family straight out of a Woody Allen movie.” And note to self, might want to switch that up moving forward.  But it’s true: neurosis in the blood, spirals of self obsession, and Joan Didion nailed it in her 1979 Letter from Manhattan when she writes about Woody.

And then, this too:

“Woody Allen often tells interviewers that his original title for Annie Hall was “Anhedonia,” which is a psychoanalytic term meaning the inability to experience pleasure. “

Everybody’s talking about An Open Letter From Dylan Farrow.

Pleasure. Psychoanalysis. Problems.

Girls.

Of course Lena Dunham and Ann Friedman believe Dylan.

Girl’s girls. Women. Men. Men can believe Woody is wrought with sickness. This can be a gender neutral support of Dylan. I don’t need to spool through a litany of legal. Hashtag Woody Allen on twitter is trending, whatever.

He married his daughter. Moved from father to lover. It’s in his blood, the addict, the narcissist. It’s all about him. For him to insert himself into. His movies, his children.

Wikipedia says:

Narcissism is a term that originated with Narcissus in Greek mythology who fell in love with his own image reflected in a pool of water. Currently it is used to describe the pursuit of gratification from vanity, or egotistic admiration of one’s own physical or mental attributes, that derive from arrogant pride. 

I read her words, and for days after, and I could not get the images out of my head. Heartbreaking transgression. So descriptive, so interior, do the nay-sayers think she got with a strategic marketing group to brainstorm the following:

“I didn’t like it when he would stick his thumb in my mouth. I didn’t like it when I had to get in bed with him under the sheets when he was in his underwear. I didn’t like it when he would place his head in my naked lap and breathe in and breathe out. ”

When I think about Dylan I think about Clinton saying, That woman. 

Monica Lewinski had an affair with the President. She chose to have a cigar stuck inside her and she got off and he got off and then everyone got off. Monica chose. And then, was splayed. And ever since, she vanished. She was silenced. She is silent. And somehow, during all of this, people hated Hillary.  Somehow, public sentiment towards the Hilz and Monica was so negative, while for Bill, not so much.

It’s different here. Sort of.

Dylan did not have an affair with her Dad. Dylan was a child in an unsafe home, and it just so happens her father has power in Hollywood, almost like a President.

Dylan tells us. She is not going to be silent anymore. I stand by and believe Dylan Farrow.

Not so sorry, Slate . The evidence?

An addict’s tracks. Track record. Sex-addict. If you find and fuck one daughter I wholeheartedly believe that you’ve pointed yourself towards another daughter to Play it Again Sam.

On Speech: On Coming – The Vagina / The Feminist

19 Jun

The ACLU summed it up perfectly:

In a place of government, in the middle of our country, a woman’s voice, a politician, a State Representative Lisa Brown, of the State of Michigan, was silenced by House Republicans because she said the word “vagina” on the floor. Vagina on the floor.

She was making a speech against a bill that would restrict abortions. The next day, House Republicans would not let her speak her opinion on a school employee retirement bill. It was retaliation.

Here is the video:

This is what she said to close her speech on abortion:

“Finally, Mr. Speaker, I’m flattered that you’re all so interested in my vagina, but ‘no’ means ‘no.'” 

This is what he said:

“What she said was offensive,” said Rep. Mike Callton, R-Nashville. “It was so offensive, I don’t even want to say it in front of women. I would not say that in mixed company.”

It’s pussy, Rep. Mike Callton’s saying, shut-up, it’s pussythat’s what it is, in non mixed company, lady.

And you’re, you’re a feminist a really really bad word, lady, for saying vagina, I mean how offensive can you get. 

Whateves. We get it, cowboy. Hi-dee-HO.

Yup, ho, he’s saying, that’s another one, lady, take the cotton out of your ears and put them in your mouth, and, well, your you know what when you got to, and just sit down and sit tight, you mam, you, and your vagina, while we figure out what we’re gonna do with it. 

Ok. And of course a wonderful retort happened today. On the steps of the capital tonight – Rep. Lisa Brown, with playwright Eve Ensler in toe, and over 3000 others attending – yes in mixed company read from Ensler’s The Vagina Monologues. 

I have two copies of The Vagina Monologues, one of which is signed by Eve Ensler, from back in the day. That book gave voice to women. Women speaking about their vaginas. The book gave me alot of hope and inspiration.

Bless you, bless your vagina, she wrote.

And if you remember, just a few weeks back, some guy decided to stop dating me because he found the word feminist offensive.  He noted to me that in fact he saw no need for feminism, alluding to the fact that things are all quite easy and all between everyone.

To align one’s self with the vagina, does that mean one is a feminist?

Vaginas – it’s all based around coming. Coming out of. Coming to. Just cumming. Western culture, global: from sea to shining….

Vagina. See:

come

come   [kuhm]  verb, came, come, com·ing, noun

verb (used without object)
1.
to approach or move toward a particular person or place: Come here. Don’t come any closer!
2.
to arrive by movement or in the course of progress: The train from Boston is coming.
3.
to approach or arrive in time, in succession, etc.: Christmas comes once a year. I’ll come to your question next.
4.
to move into view; appear.
5.
to extend; reach: The dress comes to her knees.
6.
to take place; occur; happen: Success comes to those who strive.
7.
to occur at a certain point, position, etc.: Tuesday comes after Monday. Her aria comes in the third act.
8.
to be available, produced, offered, etc.: Toothpaste comes in a tube.
9.
to occur to the mind: The idea just came to me.
10.
to befall: They promised no harm would come to us.
11.
to issue; emanate; be derived: Peaches come from trees. Good results do not come from careless work.
12.
to arrive or appear as a result: This comes of carelessness.
13.
to enter or be brought into a specified state or condition: to come into popular use.
14.
to do or manage; fare: She’s coming along well with her work.
15.
to enter into being or existence; be born: The baby came at dawn.
16.
to have been a resident or to be a native of (usually followed by from ): She comes from Florida.
17.
to become: His shoes came untied.
18.
to seem to become: His fears made the menacing statues come alive. The work will come easy with a little practice.
19.
(used in the imperative to call attention or to express impatience, anger, remonstrance, etc.): Come, that will do!
20.
to germinate, as grain.
21.
Informal . to have an orgasm.

I did a quick google search for “celebrity” and “panty” – and saw some amazing websites on shots of celebrity vagina, celebrity’s coming and going from one celebrity event to another, with their Gucci and Rodarte, their bodyguards, and their vaginas in toe, FYI.

And, I, like yourself, came out of a vagina. Yes, indeed. Germinate.

Coming. I remember when Madonna’s Like A Virgin  album came out. I remember asking my Mom, what is a virgin?  I remember looking at old Penthouse magazines from a friend’s father’s stash, when I was quite young. Oh yes, THAT, is a vagina. Those gals, in the pictures, yeah they were coming.

Coming from. I remember being disgusted, repulsed, by the word myself as a young girl. VA-GINE-A. It made me so disgusted. I hated the word. Precursor. Yes, I thought it to be offensive, too.  No, but not like saying the word penis. No, that did not make me disgusted at all. In the slightest. Wonder where those differing perspectives came from, maybe came out of Michigan, for example.

Came. When the time came, my mother got me an amazing book Period: A Girl’s Guide. Had the whole  Free To Be You And Me aesthetic going on. Gals being awesome, gals watering plants, making things, kicking around town, all on their periods and all, and rocking their awesome bad ass selves, zooming into womanhood. What a gift. Get it for your girl. She’s gonna need it.

The shocking thing 2012, is that a woman was punished and not allowed to speak, in America, in a house of government, she was punished for speaking a word that describes the female anatomy and thus not allowed to speak again, in a house of government, because she used such a word. We need not only Feminists but men who do not identify as feminists to take notice of this, yes such an offensive and unabashed reveal of misogyny.

Bless you, bless your vagina, she wrote.

God bless America, and God bless all the vaginas.

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