It's getting hot outside, and 500 Genders invites you to take some of that heat inside . . .
(actually, technically we're inviting you to keep it outside since this event will be held outside in a backyard but, you get the point)
The theme of our next art share is: SEX!
We encourage you to bring pieces of writing or of art, including short
films (we will have a projector and a screen set up), based on the theme
of SEX: First times, best times, worst times, works on desire, repulsion,
or turn us on with your hottest, steamiest, sex story. (As always, if you
don't like our chosen theme, feel free to ignore it and just share
whatever you please.)
Date: Friday, June 13th (ominous!)
Place: The backyard at 212 North 6th Street, between Driggs and Roebling
in Williamsburg (L train to Bedford) -- walk through the gate to the right
of the building).
Time: 8:30 p.m.
We will provide the vodka and fixings for sex on the beaches. Bring beer
and/or wine if that's more your speed. Donations in the form of alcohol,
food, and/or hard and fast cash are always welcome.
500 Genders is a not-for-profit organization devoted to creating and
showcasing original feminist (using that term broadly) artwork and
literary compositions. We welcome novices, amateurs, and professional
writers and artists to share with and inspire our community.
Hope to see you there!
--"The Genders" AKA Coriel AKA Cory, Carinne, Christine, Hope, Janis AKA Miriam, Megan, and Pamela AKA Pam
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from bukowski for u:
we like to shower afterwards
(I like the water hotter than she)
and her face is always soft and peaceful
and she'll watch me first
spread the soap over my balls
lift the balls
squeeze them,
then wash the cock:
"hey, this thing is still hard!"
then get all the hair down there,-
the belly, the back, the neck, the legs,
I grin grin grin,
and then I wash her. . .
first the cunt, I
stand behind her, my cock in the cheeks of her ass
I gently soap up the cunt hairs,
wash there with a soothing motion,
I linger perhaps longer than necessary,
then I get the backs of the legs, the ass,
the back, the neck, I turn her, kiss her,
soap up the breasts, get them and the belly, the neck,
the fronts of the legs, the ankles, the feet,
and then the cunt, once more, for luck. . .
another kiss, and she gets out first,
toweling, sometimes singing while I stay in
turn the water on hotter
feeling the good times of love's miracle
I then get out. . .
it is usually mid-afternoon and quiet,
and getting dressed we talk about what else
there might be to do,
but being together solves most of it
for as long as those things stay solved
in the history of women and
man, it's different for each-
for me, it's splendid enough to remember
past the memories of pain and defeat and unhappiness:
when you take it away
do it slowly and easily
make it as if I were dying in my sleep instead of in
my life, amen.
...
hugs
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