The Unity Body Comp Zine

Last year I had started this on nervousness, and was just about to publish it last week, when I decided I was not happy with it. Remember, it is all about my happiness.

So, I started a new batch of collections. I am going to use what I have gotten so far, but I'd like to add to it. details here. I don't know if I emphasized "keep it positive" enough. It's very easy to complain about what is wrong with the world. I'm an expert complainer. My point of this project was to have people talk about, not just what they felt was wrong with their bodies or body image or the media, but what is right...and if they had a particular complaint, I expect it to be discussed in an intelligent way with realistic solutions suggested. Because I'm pragmatic like that.

If you want to be included, mail or email your writing (in body of email...no attachments) to me in a timely fashion (like by March 15th sounds good). The format is digest-sized. I'm all about content. No sophomoric rants.

I bribe you with a copy of it when it's all done.

Womanifesto

Last year I had a page for my womanifesto that I think I wrote around the same time I started my zine, which actually would be two years ago now that I think of it. I tore down the page a while ago because it wasn't jiving anymore, but have been in the process of rebuilding. So far, I only have one section complete. Go here to watch it unfold. I think it is going to have thirteen sections because I was born on the 13th.

Pussy Manifesto

I was listening to the sample track of Bitch and Animal off the ani dvd, and checked out their website, where I found this:

"
Manifest this motha fucka #1:
Every living thing comes from and returns to (get it?)

Manifest this Muddafucka #2:
Let Pussy speak to me through every living thing. As all creatures move and grow, let them bring forth the open ness and warm ness that flows in the energy of Pussy...the life force on which we all depend.

Manifest this Muthafucka #3:
I'm sick of my genitalia being used as an insult. Are you? It's time to let my labia rip and rearrange this. Here we go:
"That was so Pussy of you to help me move to my new place! Especially since I'm living on the 13th floor. You've really made this a Pussy move!"

Manifest this Motherfuckrr #4:
The power of Pussy could be blinding. Do not misinterpret its strength and fear it. Do not try to control it. It is light, rich and full of warmth. Use it wisely and with jeweled intentions.

Manifest this Muthefucka #5:
The Egg says, "Don't forget me, Muddafucka!"
The Egg must not be understated. Let the Egg be the symbol of all courage!
Here we go:
"Honey, that took Eggs for you to tell your customer off for not tipping you 20%!"
The Egg, like courage, is a delicate intricate shell surrounding ever-changing nutritious life!
Let the Egg be the teacher and the Pussy be its nest.

Manifest this Motherfuckrr #6:
Employ the Pussy!
*teacher
*whore
*philosopher
*president
Pay her well!

Manifest this Motherfuckrr #7:
The Pussy is a traveler! No matter where your Pussy energy leads you, let the Pussy be your clock.
Allow the 'ticking' to be measured by
gathered and dispersed
gathered and dispersed
gathered and dispersed
one should not outweigh the other...

Manifest this Mothafucker #8:
Let Pussy manifest and let freedom sing! "

Eating Disorders

During my first year of college, I tried to live on campus for a semester, and somehow ended up on this floor of roughly 15 girls, 5 of which were bulimic, and 1 who recovered from that, only to go on to pills to lose weight. The "recovered" girl would faint about once a week in her dance class, and she also rendered herself sterile from having anorexia-bulimia throughout her teen years.


After having to inhale the fumes of 5 bulimic girls in the communal bathroom, I printed out this ad and hung it in a stall:

I'm not saying it was the right thing to do, but it was something for me to do, at any rate. There were actual meetings held for the 2nd floor because the eating disorders were causing such problems, not only for those girls, but for any of their friends who tried to intervene. There was lots of brawling after lunchtime because some girls would try to physically prevent the others from going into the bathroom to puke.

I hated the drama of it, so I went down to the 1st floor (guys) all the time. They only fought over who held the record for jerking off. I fit in quite well down there.

Periods

There was actually an article in the NY Times about The Keeper.

Show & Tell

One of my professors sent me an email with this attachment about Poe and Foucault, and addressed us as: Dear Duplicitous Americanists