Kardia Consort

Still motion. A punctured organism of its own. Steel casing.
Throb. Hand on my chest.
Fall apart, on my sleeve.
Bypass go, collect grief.
Open. Ready. Beat. Beat.
Protected. Rushing.
Evidence of microscopic inflammation.
Can't live without working, pumping.
Quicker wounds, slower, weaker, wiser pattern, stronger.

Welcomed into your cradled, paused embrace.
Longing for thee.

A Week in Review; Scene to Obscene

What a wonderful week I have had!!!!!
I have always thought that life is one peculiar journey--you never know what the universe has is store for you until it arrives.

I have recently started a new position at the Harbourfront Centre, as a Programming Assistant. I will be involved in making 4 festivals happen this summer season in Toronto; Beats, Breaks and Cultures, Canadian Voices, Island Soul and finally, the Hot and Spicy Festival. I am so very excited, the Habrourfront Centre is a hub for artists working to support other artists. So come out and play and check out the schedule for this season here.

So from culture, my week ended with fashion. As you will see if you have been keeping up, I have been writing for a new online mag called Paper Doll Girl. What adventures in fashionland this has led a fashionista like me to over the past weeks! A few weeks ago I covered Mass Exodus: Chiarcoscuro at Ryerson University (a review of the show can be found on PDG), and it was soooo creative and inspirational. Yesterday my next conquest of fashiondom was FAT (Toronto Alternate Fashion and Arts Week) which was held in the Distillery District.

With the theme of "BEYOND" as the guiding principle, the night was full of some weird and wildly abstract depictions of the future of fashion. Again, for my full review check the PDG website in the next couple days. This was one of the most unique experiences I have had when it comes to fashion/art shows!

Finally I ended the night with late night bevie at on Church Street at Byzantium. What I saw I was not prepared for. I mean it really takes a lot to phase me, but yesterday I was stunned. I was enjoying a drink sitting and chatting with a friend when I looked over and saw some dude pulling his pants down, the guy beside him then proceeded to pull his dick out. Yes no lie. I saw full-on bareback anal...I...ya...WTF?!!! I mean as a queer I have seen many things, but this was just a CRYYYME! The guy fully got his ass pounded in a corner of a club is fullsight of everyone. No class for the desperate of ass?

It gets better/worse. I swear at this point I was trying not to look but I couldn't help myself! The dude that had his dick up the other dudes ass then sucked that very same dick!!! Yes, yes y'all, for real. A few seconds later a security guard flashed them with light and they were told to pull up their pants and leave. I am aware that there were many people at Byzantium on drugs, drugs, drugs,(yes they wear their sunglasses at night) but this was ever so shady!! Harmless Etards don't scare me, however unprotected bareback sex in plain sight does.

So from culture to fashion to trashing...that is my week in review. Can you beat it?!

Evolution to Change

She never knew where she was going, but she knew that she didn't want to stay in the familiarity anymore. The things she loves, had loved and would always love she carried with her everywhere she went. Similar to how one carries good luck charms in his/her pocket, or around his/her neck. Closely with these experiences against the burn of her skin she walked on with what she knew now. Redundancy had grown indifferent with her evolution to change, her search for herself...for more than what she had settled for in the past. More than what she had unleashed in creativity to express herself, release herself openly. She knew the only way to be free was to never give up on the misunderstandings, the mishaps, the miseducations and misery; they had all brought her closet to a state of grace within her own search for fulfilling her destiny. Moments, people, happiness within any given instant had come and gone. She was here to stay.

Queer Urban Jams in TO!

Yo!

Here is my Xtra article on Polly Watkis-- a friend, and urban party promoter in Toronto.

Click here.

Paper Doll Girl: A New Exciting Fashion/Culture Website!

Yo kiddies! I wanted to let you know that I am contributing to a wicked new online magazine, Paper Doll Girl.

Check out my first article on fantasies and fetishes in queer culture, found under the section of "Sex Appeal."

Take a cruise around the site, there is some wicked photography and talented writers.

Enjoy!!!

Ever Wonder? Beauty, Sex and Desire in Female Art

Subject art has always been used to convey sex and sexuality. Regardless of whether we see the art of the Ancients of a vast number of cultures and civilizations or we look at the computer and TV screens today, image allows us to get our behavioral instinct of reacting to sexuality and sex out.

Aesthetically each culture and civilization past and present will form an appetite of what they find appealing. Take the subject of a woman in art. Typically in ancient art women were seen as more appealing based of robustness and form in physicality. For example the idea of wide birthing hips on a female figure was seen as widely desirable by many cultural traditions. Procreative function seems to play an important part in the representation of ancient women.

Lending to this idea are such markers as subtle yet voluptuous breasts and as mentioned, wide hips. For the antique woman clothing and accessories were reflective of class, marital status, regional decent or at least some sense of cultural origin, and also her sexual frankness. Mainly public displays of female sexuality were not seen as admirable or and in appropriate regardless of age or being wed.

African Woman from the Djenne culture, Mali, 12th-14th century A.D.

On the other end of the representational spectrum of women in art are the temptresses, the geisha, the courtesan, the mistress and simply the woman other than your wife. Art is not only about reality it is about fantasy and that is what these women were in both real life and as subjects of art. They provided escapism from everyday struggles, the constraints that sex, sexuality and religion put on openly expressing sexual appetite.


A modern day geisha in Kyoto, Japan. Relatively geisha are modern in their emergence, dating back to the early 1700’s. But “geisha-type” women have existed since the earliest history of Japan to entertain men.

A contemporary woman today in art splits the idea of the virgin with penetration of the whore. Enter one mainstream hard-on. A woman of sexual confidence is more comfortably thought of as sexy in the Western world. Obviously the forms of artwork have always varied drastically from steelwork to sculpted stone, but we all cultures are influenced by their ideas of what is desirable and non-desirable.

It seems the places where new media has taken shape into lives there is more a shift on what the perception of beauty is and Western culture has defiantly impacted wide ideology on what a sexy woman looks like. Still today I don’t think a woman living in a remote village in India they would draw a skinny white woman as her image of female beauty. Phew.

Sex sells not even if it is being sold and women can choose to be sold or sell themselves, both now and then. Beauty, sex and desire all interplay with themselves in art and the definition of what is beautiful, what is sexy and what is desirable is molded by what we think these things are at a specific era in time.

Life After The L Word

Yes...it is over...as it should be! The L Word Series and Finale is reviewed by yours truly! Let me know your thoughts on the show, the finale and who you think killed Jenny Fucking Schecter!

Scar Tissue

She didn’t realize that she was one bad decision away from loosing a piece of herself, a woman who resembled her in texture and heart. She didn’t realize how much she had grown fond of her laughter until she couldn’t hear it anymore. She didn’t know that the first time she had slept with her tight by her side was also the last (for if she did she would have stared at her a bit longer, undisturbed by anything except the morning light). She didn’t know that it was more important that she put her fears of being judged aside and just tell her the truth, because in the end the truth was and is more important than her fear. She didn’t know that she wouldn’t have the chance to tell her that she soothed her and that she couldn’t wait to get to know more about each part of her past, present and future. She didn’t know that she could be such a fool but in that moment she was….and now she will have to pay. She could have said stop but she didn’t. Miserable and defeated but responsible for the outcome of her own irreversible fate, she tries to understand it as a lesson learned and a reminder of how she let her humanity slip from her human hands in that moment. She hates herself for it not as to victimize herself, but because she disappointed herself. Only silence now. Cold, bitter, silence.