today i heard from the editor of a new online journal, "why vandalism?" that they have taken two of my prose poems "this is the true story of the mens room their being no love here.," and "enola gay drops her bomb and love clubs the world to death./violence is love the bomb which is never true.," for inclusion in their first issue due out first part of february.
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phew. that's over.
Congratulations! That's so cool! You should post your poems so I can read them, or at least send them my way!
my friend and i had just watched the L word when she started talking about a conversation she and her ex-girlfriend had had about animals and stds. (this actually arose out of my question about lesbian safe sex practices.) evidently animals don't spread stds, don't even have such diseases. she said even in primates there's none. and, as she pointed out, they fuck about anything anywhere, anytime, etc. her point was that we wore clothes, that we didn't let our bodies naturally attend to themselves. also that we were too "civilized" and had probably lost the capacity to prevent such contagion. it was intriguing. i mentioned how i thought much of the problem might have arisen from our fear of pleasure, how the church (you can nearly pick which one) had convinced us that we were shameful if/when we enjoyed pleasure. and that sex was only permitted under the sanctity of marriage. thus we learned to equate pleasure (especially sexual pleasure outside of marriage) with shame and with the conviction that we deserved to catch something, we deserved to suffer, even die. much too simple really, but it was quite a conversation.