All the beautiful Parisian street art that I have found on the theme of love and relationships. This is the urban art that really makes my heart ache. Most pieces I find are clever, witty, funny, political, or tongue-in-cheek. But this is the work that, no, I won’t say it uplifts my soul, but I will say — it simply makes me glad I have one.
Ah, Curtis Kulig. I do love you, I do.
Love me til I’m me again.
this one looks more like Aiko than Faile, and OverUnder tagged it there on the right… I guess everyone has similar styles?
found on Vandervoort Place in Bushwick
bon fin semaine, mes ’tis choufleurs!
…. that is, of course, until i got my hands on some photo editing software.
THIS IS GOOD ADVICE, LADIES.
“I want to spend the rest of my life everywhere, with everyone, one to one, always, forever, now” is a really nice sentiment, except that it would appear the same person qualified this statement a few lines down with, “Hate, fight, fuck, kill.”
Found in an alley near Queen and Bellwoods.
For me, Valentines Day is like the opening sequence of Saving Private Ryan, except every third person is a woman puking into her handbag, looking for her morning-after-Bacardi-breezer.
That being said, I hope your Valentines Day is full of …..
Ewan McGregor’s peen ….
… and not full of Richard Wright’s infidelity….
…with copious amounts of dancing The Lindler.
Mmmmmmm, Christopher Plummmerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrowr.
why don’t i ever dream of harrison ford?
Indiana Jones is ever woman’s wet dream.
james mcavoy, i want to have your abortion.
and if you refuse, i’ll gladly take gerard butler or ewan mcgregor.
SCOTTISH MEN FTW.
damn right you do.
that is how Copyranter says it.
this is how i say it.
compare and contrast.
someone is pasting up pictures of sex workers on north 4th in williamsburg along with words of poetry.
i think i’m in love.
aw, don’t give her a penis! that’s mean.
her armpit says “bastards.”
i couldn’t make out this stencil in the dark alley where i snapped it. it was only when i uploaded the photo onto my computer that i began to make out the details.
it says “pussay possay” (pussy posse) and i’m pretty sure that’s a wang in the centre.
let’s git bizay?
Click on the above image to read my film review of Shame, published in Exclaim Magazine. It opens today, and I would highly recommend NOT bringing a date to this film. It is SO not a date movie. However, as my review says, it’s teetering on brilliance. It’s beautiful, sad, provocative, loaded with depravity, and visuals that will leave you speechless. Enjoy!
media gives us blatant sexual messages, but there’s no emphasis on relationships or intimacy. We have to fight to get proper sex education into schools. The problem isn’t sex, it’s our culture’s pornographic attitude toward sex. It’s the trivialization of sex. And nowhere is sex more trivialized than in advertising, where by definition it is used to sell everything.
one could argue that sex has always been used to sell everything, and to a great extent, that’s true. but it is far more extreme, graphic, and pornographic today than ever before.
The truth is that sex is both more important AND less important than our culture makes it out to be. It’s more important because at its best is has meaning, mystery, and emotional powers. And it’s less important because it by no means is the most important aspect of life or love.
But a visitor to our planet would have to come to only two conclusions: the first is that sex is the only thing that matters. And the second is that sex & sexuality belong only to the young and beautiful. If you’re not young and perfect looking, you have no sexuality.
And i think the ultimate impact of that is profoundly anti-erotic.
As much as I like to posture about sex from time to time, I have never made myself sexually available to someone while expecting little or nothing in return. I am not going to be one of those women who is sold on popular cultures view that WOMEN ARE OBJECTS and then reframe it so i begin to view myself as one. So many women are sold the idea that sexualizing yourself is some form of empowerment. We are encouraged to see this as our own choice, when really, the decision was made and applauded by dominant culture years ago.
presenting oneself in the most cliched and stereotypical way is not some kind of liberation.
when our culture offers women only one way to be sexy, it can hardly be considered a choice to choose it. you never had a choice. Wearing a thong (which is essentially a stripper’s g-string), removing your pubic hair, acting passive, infantilizing yourself, sending naked photos of yourself to a boy via your cell phone, dancing on stripper poles, and starving yourself to be thin are just some of the methods forced upon women to stay within the strict, rigid category of SEXY, and any deviation from this is mocked, ridiculed, and seen even by other women as vastly unsexy.
somehow, the women’s movement, which was a force for radical change, has been co-opted by dominant culture to make it about the very values we were fighting against. we have been co-opted and trivialized. Our value of feminine self expression has now become a battle cry used to sell us botox, breast implants, and hair bleach.
a note about breast implants: most women will report that after having breast implants, they lose sensation in their breasts. So their body has now become the object of someone else’s pleasure, rather than their own. breast implants are the perfect way to turn oneself into an object rather than the subject, and the cost is extreme surgical pain, financial ruin, and no guarantee that it will bring you happiness.
there is nothing wrong with wanting to be attractive or sexy. Just about everybody wants this. The problem here is that this desire is held at the utmost importance, at the exclusion of other qualities and aspects. Being HOT has become the most important measure of success. Being cooperative, compassionate, decent, and giving are no longer the yardsticks for being a good person.
in fact, a woman is seen as a “good girl” if she is promiscuous and emotionally detached.
i’m writing about this because this social disease has infected too many people that i love. I don’t even recognize some of my closest friends anymore. While some of my friends encourage the trivialization of sex and have made themselves into sex objects without demanding respect or support from their partners, others are so obsessed with the “gotta-find-a-man-gotta-please-a-man-gotta-keep-a-man” mentality that they don’t even care how he treats her or even if he’s a good person.
please, do not confuse sex with intimacy. one is a disposable pleasure. the other is a meaningful pursuit.
indeed, women now see themselves as disposable pleasures.
i, on the other hand, am a meaningful pursuit.
i snapped this in an alley near Richmond and Spadina.
i don’t know if this is is a play off the tin-man, or if it’s advocating sex with machinery.
if the little dude was shaped as a showerhead, i would understand it more. … oh, don’t give me that look.
compare and contrast.