Just in case you don’t remember, the Crescent City Childcare Collective provides free, competent and politicized childcare for local community organizations in New Orleans. There are many activists and organizers in our community who are also parents and C4 exists to support those individuals. The way it works is that you will receive a text message or e-mail asking if you can provide childcare for a certain organization on a specific date and we ask that you reply “yes” or “no.” There is no minimum commitment, but ideally, each volunteer could be available to provide childcare at least twice a month.
If you would like to be a part of C4, please attend the upcoming meeting on Saturday August 13th at Fair Grinds Coffee House at 1 pm.
See you there!
Lemme say, I’m not a your-vote-counts, sign-this-petition, reformist kinda gal but, this whole SCAN/sex offender registry legislation is so intrusive, so abusive that we are blessed that there are local organizers who have devoted themselves to its amendment. To remove persons who have been charged with a SCAN charge from the sex offenders list will offer real, tangible changes in access to opportunity and quality of life.
Which is why it is so goddamn disappointing that despite the fact that Women With A Vision (as a part of their two year old NO Justice campaign) just recently succeeded in persuading the LA State Legislature to remove persons convicted of Solicitation of Crimes Against Nature (aka blowjobs for cash) from the sex offender registry, some scumbag politician/bureaucrat types FOOLISHLY would like to propose that 400 women should stay on that list–you know, the one they just signed a law to exclude them from.
Whatever. Fuck those guys.
WWAV and NO Justice is calling for courtroom support this Wednesday, August 10, 10am at 500 Poydras – Courtroom C 551 . Can Louisiana keep 400+ people on registry for past SCAN convictions? We say no. Louisiana says yes.
bell hooks got quickly tossed aside when Sarah SK finally pushed the first book of this YA trilogy into my hands and I surprisingly couldn’t stop myself from devouring it.
Now, it should be noted that I’m not the most avid reader of young adult fiction. My poor mother has been trying to get me to read the Harry Potters for years now and Twilight just seems like a creepy waste of time. (I don’t care what you say.) But, I take SK’s opinions very seriously and since I’ve finished it, have passed it onto my roommate, my BF, strangers on the street, anyone who’ll listen.
The Hunger Games follows Katniss Everdeen, a seventeen year old woman from a poor district of the nation of Panem (a post-apocalyptic distopian USA) through her performance as a contestant on a compulsory televised teen-aged battle to the death, her political enlightenment and radicalization, her two simultaneous romances, and finally her role as the figurehead of the leftist revolution.
Obviously, it’s an effortless read. Katniss is a badass. It’s equally critical of capitalism as it is of the power seeking left. There’s all sorts of tantalizing softcore that leaves you jonesing for some erotic fanfic–if you were secure enough in your “coolness” to actually allow yourself to indulge in it, that is! And, except for the super boring, super hetero-mono-normative let down ending, is PROBABLY the perfect distopian tale ever.
But, what do I know? Who else has read it? Any thoughts?
Queers don't deny it! STONEWALL WAS A RIOT!
IN WASHINGTON, DC ON THE 42nd ANNIVERSARY OF THE STONEWALL RIOTS
(In the wee hours of June 29, 2011)
The Human Rights Campaign (HRC) gift shop in Dupont Circle in Washington, DC is a god awful monstrosity. We were in there yesterday and between wiping our genitals on the clothing and discovering that the snow globes wouldn’t properly fit up our bums, we got to thinking:
“This place would look great with a bit of shattered glass and splattered paint.”
I was awkwardly getting a little too drunk with a bunch of activists last night at the Majestic when I happened upon this heavenly apparition on my way to make a piss: Duane the Teenage Weirdo and Nikky Velvet.
Detroit, you are a beautiful, gracefully-aging metropolis, a well-squatted, food security wonderland. It’s no wonder that from your loins you managed to conceive these beautiful children. I can only describe their performance as an underage, futuristic David Bowie/Mad Max orgasm. Ms. Velvet happened to be wearing the sequined gown I can only pray I am buried in. Duane surrounded himself with monitors bearing illustrations of his own beautiful visage. Dancing, screaming, laughter.
If this recording doesn’t really do it for you, please hold your judgements. These kids just ooze freshness and sincerity all over the place. Must see them live. Hopefully soon!
Delighted to pass on the good news that the second issue of the Raging Pelican has finally been printed! The paper was conceived in the face of massive and offensive corporate media corruption following the Deepwater
Horizon disaster last year. This year’s edition covers updates on the health impacts of oil and dispersants on the good people of the Gulf Coast, the combined attacks on that region by government and industry, and the myriad, beautiful ways communities have been responding. Absolutely essential journalism, moving prose, and fantastic design, you can find copies at the Iron Rail and elsewhere around town and around the world. Holler at ‘em to help with printing costs or distribution.
Heartbroken that I won’t be in town for the Listen! Literacy & Arts Festival this weekend. If you’re ’round, it’s up at the Community Book Store in Mid City on May 21, starting at noon. (I’ll instead be at… a wedding? In Indiana? What? WHY?) Oh, duh. And, best part! It’s also being organized by 2-Cent, a collective of AMAZING young people, political minds, comedians, and film makers from New Orleans. They’re one of those organizations that all at once makes you feel deep and profound shame for your own sloth, inspires you to get off your ass, and gives you a little hope for the future. Check out this Reading Rainbow Remix video they produced to promote the Listen Fest. It’s essentially the most perfect video ever, and by that I mean it features dancing children!
For me, one of the more exciting aspects of the uprisings in Egypt is that it’s serving as a reminder of how necessary women are to any revolution. From London, to Greece, to Iran we’ve been seeing a lot of bad ass women taking over the streets lately. There’s nothing more beautiful than a woman standing up against a wall of armed and armored men- the very representation of masculine militarization. Everyone benefits from the mass dissemination of images of women resisting and antagonizing the state.
I’ve been greatly inspired by Mona Eltahawy, a reporter and analyst who’s been an outspoken advocate for the Egyptian people on cable news. She’s been calling out mainstream broadcasters for describing the events in Egypt as chaos and disaster, when they should be calling them by their proper name, uprisings, or a revolution. On Democracy Now!, she also described how Mubarak’s attempt to reek more havoc by releasing prison inmates was met with community solidarity. Prostesters are organizing themselves into community watch groups to protect themselves and each other, and to stop looting at libraries and museums.
Many Egyptians have pointed out that there is a great history of woman resistors in their country. During the Egyptian Revolution of 1919, three hundred women came together to denounce colonialism and the British occupation of Egypt. It was March 16, 1919, when they demonstrated, and the event is known as Egyptian Women’s Revolution against Colonialism. Even though the protest was organized by upper class women, other women began to join them, including Hamida Khalil, who became the first female martyr for the cause of national liberation in Egypt.
It’s a shame that often insurrection is seen as a masculine effort. I blame this on the fact that it’s militant male voices who are the loudest and most listened to. Fortunately, there are a plethora of women and queer people who have been declaring that we must reclaim the language and sentiment of revolution to reflect the fact that everyone has a place in it and must be a part of it.
Different hands caress different spots
All good but all different
Practice and precision dolled out to the next lover
In whose arms you attempt to forget a previous disappointment