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This is the new home of GYNOMITE: FEARLESS, FEMINIST P*RN. The headlines come from our long-running fem-p*rn writing workshop; take five minutes with each headline and write your own story!
This is the new home of GYNOMITE: FEARLESS, FEMINIST P*RN. The headlines come from our long-running fem-p*rn writing workshop; take five minutes with each headline and write your own story!
Welcome
The Gynomite blog creates a safe place for women writers of all persuasions and backgrounds to express their deepest, darkest selves in a public arena. Our mission is to help "put the clit on the map" (thank you, Susie Bright!) whether on the page or on the stage, without apology or anxiety.
Gynomite began as a reading series in 1994, an effort to empower women writers to use their talents to write their own versions of porn. Since then, Gynomite has become a CD anthology, a book anthology, a national spoken word tour, and a kickass writing and performance workshop for women.
Since writing online is a kind of performance in and of itself, we hope you'll enjoy what you read here, and appreciate the courage and the skill it took to put these words down.
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- I'm a Pervert Because...
- What did you and/or your mother call your vagina?
- ...if your vagina got dressed up, what would it we...
- ...if your vagina could talk, what would it say, i...
- ...if your vagina were a place, where would it be?
- What is the story of your vagina? Hit all the mile...
- Write your own Erotic Manifesto.
- Your assignment: masturbate and write about it
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2 comments:
Plank #1:
Let her freak flag fly. Is she kinky? Cold and repressed? Let her come undressed. Or dressed like a nun, as is her habit. Under that black skirt she’s rippling, writhing, and waving a 12 inch ruler just ready to smack the ass of any unsuspecting and naughty schoolgirl or boy who needs it.
My 5 Point Plan; An Erotic Manifesto
1) Engagement of all the senses.
2) Kill shame forever.
3) No Really Does Mean No.
4) Real free porn for women.
5) Write about it.
Engagement of all the senses.
Mind/body/soul/whatever. Luscious touch with intent to evoke, emote, transmit good fluffy yummy hot raw VIBE and pleasure. The scent of pleasure, the taste of it. Warm rain on my tongue. Impossibly wet. Open mouth. The sound of it. 1,000 sighs from inside.
Fall in crush over someone every day. Love the small gestures of an upturned mouth, hair falling into face, the way the muscles crinkle in the back of someone’s shaved head, those rangy, bony shoulders ringing you up at the cash register.
Say it: all bodies are beautiful and fuckable, or at least meant to be tenderly licked. Every hunchback, pizza-face, lardass, toothpick, Olive Oyl, sow, pig, heifer, twig, gimp, shrimp, asshole one of ‘em. Hairy backs? Love ‘em. Hairy nips? Eat ‘em. Flabby arms? Delish. Zits on the ass? Ecstasy. It’s not over until the fat lady comes.
Kill shame forever.
Never again feel or think a shameful thing. Why should I, as a horny little 11-year old girl, feel flushed with shame and like I’m going to hell for getting wet between the legs? Why should I divide my time between badly wanting to be a whore, strutting around in my tight running shorts and halter top alone in my room, and worrying that the devil was going to possess me? Kill shame. Grind into your lovers in public. Speak your deepest sexual desires at dinner parties with people you hardly know. Encourage them to tell you theirs.
Never again to shame myself or another human being for their unique perversions.
No Really Does Mean No.
If women want to go naked in the streets it's nobody’s business if they do! The word “slut” will become synonymous with “CEO.” “She’s the biggest SLUT in her field – she gets a promotion!” If I don’t want your dick in my pussy, it doesn’t get to go there. If I want to keep my newly grown penis under my altar boy robe, no priest or other representative of God gets to mouth it like some sacred host. This body, all bodies, are sovereign. This means YOU, high school boy on my 16th birthday. And that goes for groping orthodonists, dentists, teachers after school, drunken idiots on 6th street and stepfathers, uncles, and OPERATION RESCUE motherfukks too.
Real free porn for women.
Where’s the man’s pumping ass I want to see? Where’s the closeup on the face of the skinny, Nick Cave lookalike jacking his cock just because I’m standing naked in front of him? Where’s the hot boy dyke with the big lips and the abs and the ashtanga arms? Why not have, alongside JUGGS, BLACK TAIL, and BARELY LEGAL, porn that a woman could love? Give me “Patient Listener,” “Straight Boy Buns,” or “Naked Mechanic.” I’m not even interested in Fabio or Brad Pitt, really. Give me real faces and skin and make it free.
Write about it.
Hard and fast. Tell your story to the world. Because it’s your own. The language will be funny, deadly, heartfelt and sweet. I want to hear it. I long to hear it. I love to listen. Go on. Tell me your story. Put it down in a book and let me caress it there forever with my fingers and my eyes. I’ll retell it to my friends, badly and not as well as you wrote it, but I’ll remember one luminous detail of it that’ll liberate all of us in our sexual exploits thereafter. I’ll steal lines from it without knowing, or they’ll haunt me for years, an image conjured upon the tongue, scratched out in a note pad, a story you wrote for a minute. Come on and heal me and everyone who’s lucky enough to hear you tell it write it down.
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