let’s have some fun, this beat is sick

okay so when I said I was going to have a photo blog i totally LIED to you internetz

AILEENWOURNOS dot TUMBLR dot COM

is where i’ll be posting all my future photography + the beautiful pictures that i like to use to inspire my shitty/insane/awesome sense of style (depending on how fried/colour crazy you are)

AileenWuornos took this in 2009

I AM A VISUAL PERSON – just like ALL humans. part of having STEREOSCOPIC VISION dillweeeeeeed.

Can't remember who this artist is BUT I LOVE HER WORK

Oh and did you know I’ve been wasting YOUR bandwidth for a whole YEAR now? Time fuckin’ flies man, time flies.

in-toxin-nation

Warning: The levels of sarcasm in the following post have been proven harmful to morons, people who can’t handle my awesomeness and everyone else. I’m much too fucking angry , honey.

Wow, so, today I learned something – the world as we know it really is totally and utterly fucked. That’s it, if the aliens come, I’m standing on a skyscraper (not that there are any in Perth) and I will be screaming

SHOOT HERE, SHOOT US NOW, WE AS A SPECIES DO NOT DESERVE OUR SPACE

Why? Well I’ll tell you why, fuck, I’ll go one better and LINK you to the demonstration of everything that is wrong with men today. It’s almost funny how many commenters on the various news sites are honestly naive enough to believe that maybe, MAYBE a d00d version of this monstrosity might get released. But honestly, I doubt it, cos usually the womyn who fuck dudes don’t want to fuck an inanimate object. Or maybe it’s because they’re so used to being seen as an inanimate fuckdoll that they don’t even care anymore? Either way, I seriously fail to see why I should give a flying fuck about what happens to any huMAN anywhere at any time anymore. Apparently there is a male version in development called Rocky but I really fucking doubt it will sell as much as this waste of resources will, I mean, I really also doubt that they will let you customise finger size (and vibration levels) in a male sex doll because once again, I suspect the target consumers for this might be… dun dun dun… MEN.

You can try and bullshit as much as you want, but people men don’t want fuckdolls because they are lonely. No you see, I think it’s actually a fairly accurate statement to say that this is the ultimate in male bullshit fantasy. Sick and tired of those fucking selfish bitches who walk out on you after you try to rape them, treat them like shit or just generally fail to recognise their personhood? Now you don’t have to worry about a thing, because you see, apparently one of the best things about this robotic cum dumpster is that while it’s “anatomically correct”  it doesn’t actually look anything like a real human being because IT’S NOT. Ergo, something that is not even constructed of flesh and blood with an actual mind is NOT anatomically correct you misogynistic marketing murdering maggots. Words can not express.

Apparently this robot can also ‘have an orgasm’ which I think one can safely assume means ’starts acting like she’s having a seizure with moaning from the instant your pin dick penetrates “her” ‘ it also has a whole FIVE PERSONALITIES that YOU get to CHOOSE from. I wonder what Roxxxy’s choice in all this might be if her artificial intelligence was stretched far enough, I think she’d probably walk right out on the fucking loser that “brought her”. While this doll is allegedly ‘anatomically correct’, she can’t actually move. So, I guess my theory about this robot being not really accurate is just proved.

Who needs a fuckhole gal that can move and think for herself when you can just spend $USD7000 – 9000 on a robot who will fufill your rapist fantasies, your raping older womyn fantasies, your raping younger womyn fantasies and your raping teenage ladychildren fantasies. I think that these robots really should come with an auto-destruct button because that way as soon as the piece of shit who brought a sexrobot go to fuck her/it, she/it would blow the fuck up taking out these kind of scum-lickers with them. Then it would be a win win situation. Blah blah snore, I don’t support actual violence blah blah blah.

The bastard responsible for inventing this digital diatribe gives an interview here, where we learn that a male idea of “anatomically correct” actually means THERE ARE THREE HOLES I CAN FUCK. MY LIFE IS SWEET DUDEBRO, also that this fuckers idea of a womyn’s personality means how she needs interests that are the same as yours, because you know, if she had her own, she’d wanna talk to them and who wants to listen to some whore when you have THREE HOLES TO FUCK BRO.

Sorry to break this to you, objectionable morons who think this is a good idea, but having the EXACT same interests as you and doing what you tell it to is not actually the same as a real personality. See, I know this might be hard for you guys to understand, because you don’t even have personalities of your own, but it’s something you get from LIVING LIFE. You know, the times you get angry because the bus went passed you even though you hailed it down? THAT builds PERSONALITY, the time you scrape your knee after falling off your skateboard for the first time? THAT BUILDS PERSONALITY. The time you decided you never wanted to see that jerk again because he didn’t recognise you were human? This also builds personality, believe it or not! One of the main parts of the word ‘personality’ is actually PERSON and a robot =/= person. Don’t care which way you see it. Don’t fucking bullshit me if you’re not good at it.

If we lived in a world where womyn were ACTUALLY considered HUMAN the mere IDEA of this would seem disgusting, ridiculous, bullshit-encrusted, misogynistic and totally wrong. Which is what it is by the way.

Above: Just about everything I hate about homo sapiens in one photo

life is full of those wonderful little surprises.

I’m way out of the loop of all these cool young whippersnappers.
Why did no-one tell me about the awesomeness that is Wicked Wisdom?
Their singer Jada Koren aka JADA FUCKING PINKETT-SMITH is just an amazing lyricist and fucking br00tal vocalist. They played at Ozzfest and shit too, if that kind of thing matters. Seriously though, these guys are siiiick and it’s made my opinion on popular culture go up a notch, I mean, is this not just the best picture you’ve ever seen?

I get the feeling she sits around listening to Otep and fucking SHREDDING on the guitar, how fucking awesome. I’m inspired!

morons please

I always find it really fucking funny at this time of year when issues of national identity and blah blah fucking snore come up. Cos you know what? I don’t fucking give a shit what cunt-ry you’re from. Don’t you dickbrains realise that national identity is a totally false and made up concept? People are people. It doesn’t matter where in the world you are, chances are, nine out of ten people you meet are going to be fucked up, dull, moronic, close minded wastes of oxygen.

It doesn’t matter what colour your skin is, if your hair is straight or curly, if you pluck your eyebrows or if you don’t, if you have a labia or not, we are all going to die shithead. And I also think that alone is the biggest problem with most peoples fucked up bullshit. They seem to forget, at one point or another – that cold black heart of theirs is going to stop pumping that necrotic black goo they call blood around their miserable and weasely little body of theirs. The long and short of life is at the end of it, no one is going to remember you unless you save a gajillion people or kill a gajillion people. And even then, it’s kind of questionable.

So anyway, OZ TRAYLIA DAY MATE. I hate January the 26. It means nothing to me other than an excuse to get completely blotto (not that I need an excuse.) First of all, it completely erases the lives and experiences of the thousands of years of Australian Aboriginal culture because the only thing that will count in this country is if you’re white and have a dick. Over the years it’s taken me a while to realise I’m not an Australian. Because being an Australian will always mean being able-bodied, male, caucasian, macho, dead animal guzzling, beer swilling, wife beating, lazy-ass-piece of shit. Oh and they’ll always expect you to be an AUSSIE BATTLER while erasing other more worthwhile cultural myths like the larrikin, but either way they’re a crock of shit because you’re going to have to be neurotypical, white and male for any of thsoe to make anysense. I hate culture. It’s a load of shit.

I think that really bothers me about Australia Day is how all of a sudden every gets all nationalistic and patriotic with their Chinese-made Australian flags hanging on their shitty Holden V8 utes while they guzzle down their shitty bear. No thanks. I’d really rather not support or celebrate the rape and resentment towards an entire population of people. I also really hate that whole mentality of

“Oh yeah I’m not racist but I fuckin’ hate boongs” (“boong” is a very derogatory term for Australian Aboriginals)

Which you know totally makes sense in the whole I’m racist, but I’d rather not have an Indian/Arab/Pakistani/Sri Lankin/those dark bastards living next  door. I think the thing that sickens me is how trendy it is to have that outlook. I mean for a nation that’s apparently so culturally diverse and not-racist the majority of Australians would probably rather look the other way than confront their own bullshit white privilege.

I guess the long and short of this rant is I fucking hate Australia day and all of the bullshit that comes along with it. You don’t need a false nationalism identity day to get blotto you wastes of oxygens.

Oh I guess I should probably note I don’t like calling people boongs or dark bastards and I think those things are TOTALLY AND UTTERLY NOT COOL to say. Blah blah I don’t encourage binge drinking and or/treason. I do encourage acceptance, hating people regardless of where and who they come from because they’re people and people fucking suck, hating white men, hating capitalism, hating the patriarchy and hating religion. I think the latter three should be fucking mandatory though.

aileen does another long awaited shittastic movie review

The Descent is a really fucking cool movie. Not only that, it fits nicely into my favourite genre of movies – horror. A good horror movie that doesn’t offend my delicate radical feminist (and vegetarian) sensibilities is often hard to come across, however, The Descent is one that will more than likely not disappoint. There’s only one male in the entire movie (+5 points), there’s no graphic scenes of torture or rape (+100 points) and it’s about caving (+over9000 points.)

The movie is about a group of lady-friends who do XTREEEEM sports for fun. Oh my thinks I upon my first viewing of this flick, the womyn in this movie are already doing more than being chased by monsters and getting eaten. Our protagonist has an apparently loving domestic relationship and a babeh girl – but they die because her dickhead husband wasn’t paying attention to the road. Our dearest protagonist does not cope with this news so well, as I’m pretty sure most single survivors of car accidents might do.

SO a year later or so, the group of friends decides it would be a good idea to get the old hat and whip out and go out for some adventure (I hate Indianna Jones, yet I thought that would be funny, this is what happens when you drink and make posts) and it’s established that they think caving in a foreign country would be a swell idea. This is all very well and good – they go to a cabin in the woods, get pissy, toke up a little bit and share fond memories. The next day they set out for their adventure.

Of course, when they actually get to the cave system they’re meant to be exploring things start to turn to nasty very quickly. I think what I really liked about this movie was that when the shit is just starting to hit the fan, while stressed, (which one would presume comes under the emotional category of “fair enough” if you’re trapped in a cave in,) they still manage to keep their wits about them. They know what they’re doing – and they are all determined to get out of there. Even though they’re pissed at the member of their group whose over confidence got them into the mess in the first place, they realise they’re going to have to work to get out.

This would all be very boring if this was the whole movie though. So you see, or rather, our protagonist thinks she sees other people down there in the caves with them. The others remark on how this is an impossibility of course and because she lost her babeh she must be crazuh. Hah, hah, hah, how wrong they are. The cave dwellers are these creepy crawly sneaky bastards who like to guzzle dead animals. A lot. And they separate our team of what were gong to be caving-conquering womyn and cause general mayhem. One aspect of this I particularly enjoyed was that none of the group were prepared to just lay down and die. When two of them are hiding from the crawlers and hear the sounds of another member of their group one of them remarks

“… I don’t care if she brings them down on her head, as long as it’s not on mine…” (sic)

Which (if you’re like me and watch a lot of horror movies) makes a nice change in pace from the usual omfgzletsgobackandgetourfriends!!!!!!1!!!!!!!11!!!! attitude that seems to be prevalent in most female horror movie characters. Not only that but they realise they need to understand their enemy to be able to fight it successfully (insert your own interpretation here.) And, like all good horror movies, there are apparently no survivors, I think one can safely assume there are some seeing as a sequel is already in existence. That however, is not the point. This is a pretty scary movie, or so I am told, and it has lots of good OH MY GODS moments and chaos. It also doesn’t feature extended rape scenes or graphic depiction of torture so it’s relatively non-triggering. Unless you’ve had a child die and then I’m not really sure because I probably don’t care wouldn’t really know. Either way, it meets an extraordinarily low bar that I set for it. Have I mentioned that it has two womyn in it, who have names, and who talk to each other about something other than men? Because it does that too, and that’s pretty kick arse. One can guess that there is really no “feminist” way to watch womyn die on screen, but up until the shit really hits the fan, the ladiezzz in this movie manage to demonstrate that horror movies can be more than blood, guts, goo and they don’t have to have rape or graphic scenes of violences to be commercially viable.

Especially when you take into consideration that this movie made 8.8 million dollars within three days of opening. The movie is also (I think) really visually appealing, the claustrophobia and frustration it cause is demonstrated really well. Also, unlike many other mainstream horror films none of these womyn are “bad” and there’s none of that victim blaming bullshit. Not all of the characters are fleshed out to their entirety, but they are constructed well enough so you don’t think any of them really intended for the film’s events. It’s coincidence, well, more or less.

Short: watch this movie.

Disclaimer: I’m not responsible if this movie bothers you, offends you or triggers you in anyway, watch at your own risk. Although, if it did trigger, my apologies.

Oh and everyone, seriously go look at this shit, space is fucking cool.

Jerzero Crater on Mars

no real post, just some interesting links

Via the New York times. I swear I will do my post on The Descent tonight.

Fossil Virus in Human Genomes

Interesting thing about the internerdz

Oh dude. Fuck yes. Video games kick arse. Even if Microsoft isn’t that great.

Oh, but I think the most important link of all is over at News with Nipples. Read the article over at her post, seriously informative stuff.

photoblog

Rather than kill precious rant-space here, I thought I might start a photoblog for my pictures instead. So if (by some miracle of too many drugs, or you’re just nuts) you like my “photography” please check out
KILLYOURENEMIES dot wordpress dot com

Power.

send more paramedics.

Happy new year! Did you know, that this blog is nearly a year old already? Time flies when you’re having fun!

Taken from fuckyeahzombies @ tumblr

Fashion still needs smashing (part one of many)

When I was a younger womyn, and more gullible (and had forgotten the valuable lessons my seventh grade feminism project had taught me) I used to be a part of the whole <3 fashion yay troupe. Vogue & Harpers Bazaar were my favourites. Sure, it might have bugged me a bit that the fashion in there was not as gothique as I would have liked, but the “soft goth” look has been swimming in and out  of the ‘it’ mags for at least the eleven years I’ve cast some kind of attention to them.

Recently, I read a brilliant book by an amazingly intelligent and focused womyn named Sheila Jeffreys. This book’s called Beauty & Misogyny. And if you haven’t read it now, go and fucking order it off Fishpond now. I’ve always had an inkling that all these so called “beauty” practices are nothing more than misogyny and the patriarchy’s efforts of keeping womyn under wraps – and this book just confirmed everything I’ve thought. The funny thing is how much “alternative” beauty advice closely resembles the mainstream culture they claim to be rejecting. I don’t reject culture by the way, I smoke it, toke it and then shit it out again. But even I don’t exist in a vacuum. I wish I did sometimes, but life would surely be more boring without the organised chaos of reality.

ANYWAY.

Take for example, this quote from “alternative” make up “designer” Doe Deere:

If you want to know who a woman is, take a look at her shoes. Shoes are a wondrous accessory that almost has a mind of its own – not obligated to match the rest of the outfit, it can make a louder statement than even your dress! Women baby their shoes, collect them like precious gems.

Apart from the overwhelming sexism in this statement, funny how it looks like it could have spilled straight from the schphincters of any international version of Cosmopolitan. Tips like “Always be Glamourous” grace the blog pages of “alternative fashion” along with guides on How to perform a striptease, A Basic Shoe Collection and How to Choose a Flattering Haircut. Does any of this sound familiar to you?  Oh that’s right, because on the Australian Cosmopolitan website there’s an article entitled A Woman and her Shoes, Yoga tips to help you climax, The 40% rule I’m wondering where exactly an article of this level stops becoming mainstream and becomes “alternative”.

And then I remember, it’s when you throw the models in all black, or all fluro, and some studs and stripper heels (or ballet boots) and add a bit of latex and VOILA ALTERNATIVE ROCKAAA. It’s like sucking dick for cash makes is a feminist act (if you get paid enough!) – sorry, I just don’t buy that bullshit.

Reading advice like this is not only going to probably make you miserable, it’ll make you broke and you’ll probably be reading He’s just not that into you and wailing about why some jerk off doesn’t like you.

So without further procrastinating. I think I should make this entry about life and style advice. Just for shits and giggles you know. I give the worlds best advice with my PHD in amateur advice, I think I am clearly more qualified than anyone else on the internetZZ

Remember : feeling sorry is an excuse to not celebrate your own happiness

I might have stolen that line from True Blood – but it’s true. Don’t feel sorry for that arsehole you broke up with, don’t feel sorry for that person you beat to the line at the shops, don’t feel sorry and let them go in front of you. You were there first. You are number one in your life & anyone who tells you different is just jealous and an arsehole.

Guilt is a useless emotion
This is more for fellow survivors of post traumatic than anyone else. I’ve recently discovered the joys of not feeling guilty about the things that have led to my illness. Nor should you feel guilty about calling others out on bullshit that might be triggering to you. They are the ones who should feel bad, not you.

Watch more zomedy!
Go watch more zombie comedies and less romantic comedies. Okay, okay, so there may not be that many of them out there available mainstream, but you’ll have fun looking.

Stop  watching porn and supporting the rape sex industry.
Next time you see some group of gaggling goonheads tripping up or down the stairs to a place of womyn’s exploitation tell them not to go there. Turn all the “lads magazines” in a servo around and complain to the manager about porn being put so close to under 18’s reach. If they talk about how it’s not porn open it up and show them the adds for the porn chat lines. Piss on a strip club. Spit on a strip club. And if you’re already radical and anti-pornocracy like me, read the last two, lather, rinse, repeat and send a letter to your member of parliament about it.

Go Vegetarian or Vegan
Your body, soul and sense of compassion will thank you for it. Oh and the earth will too.

Realise religion is 99% brainwashing and control techniques
Seriously, give it up and form your own spirituality based on the best of your beliefs. Name it after yourself. Or call yourself a spiritual atheist. But I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again – there is no such thing as “god”. End of discussion.

Do some volunteer work (if you are capable)
On days where I have time, or am not feeling to angerxious I like to volunteer at the native animal shelter/rehab clinic near my house. It can be heart-wrenching at times, but at the same time, helping others is cool. Feeling sorry for them isn’t. Feeling sorry doesn’t solve anything.

Question everything
Question authority. Question the media. Question yourself. Question your ideas. Question your attitudes, question your values. Question your friends attitudes and values. There’s no such thing as not being able to ask a question, it takes all of eleven seconds to ask, and if you don’t want to ANSWER you don’t have to.

Burn the lacey knickers and bras
Seriously, get something comfortable and practical. It doesn’t have to be beige. I buy d00ds underwear on occasion because I like my knickers to cover my arse. Once you’ve tried having a totally covered bum, you can’t go back to coating it in a strand of spaghetti. You might even feel better about your body image as well.

I think I’ll leave it here, because I have shindigging to diggle. But here’s something to mull over (trigger warning)

Religious holidays can suck my high balls.

In my oh so humble opinion religions are nothing more than a bunch of superstitious, self-indulgent head bowing bullshit. That doesn’t mean I won’t recognise your freedom to believe in whatever the fuck you believe in, it just means I believe that your beliefs are bull. Sorry, I calls ‘em as I sees ‘em (except for maybe Festivus and Robanukka) – and as such, it is my pseudo-self-titled-expert opinion that everyone needs to stop celebrating “this time of year”.

The only holiday worth celebrating (other than my birthday)

You know exactly what I mean. It just shits me to tears how every fucking year you will read articles in papers about avoiding Ex Mass stress, and not gaining weight and blah blah snore. Hey, arseholes, did the idea of not celebrating these “festivities” ever penetrate that thick skull of yours? Doubt it.

I have a solution to this problem, of course, (because I am cool and I do rule and everyone else is full of shit) which involves instead of a yearly summer/winter soltice related consumer-fest, how about we go with a Dworkin idea and have a 24 hour truce from rape for womyn? That would really be peace on earth for the hundreds and thousands of womyn who have to suffer because some piece of shit waste of oxygen thinks he has the unquestionable right of access to another beings body. 

 But of course you know, that’s not actually “feasible” because “allegedly” it’s a “he says, she says” situation. Again, I, Ms. Blade am going to have to call bullshit on that one. Speaking of ms.blade I finally finished reading Germaine Greer’s The Female Eunuch today. It was the only thing that got me through having to spend several hours with people whom I fucking hate who I apparently have to be niced to because we share D.N.A or some shit.

Seriously though, I bet the majority of worldy arseholes are today cramming their gobs with the slowly rotting and marinated corpses of intelligent and sensitive creatures so they can worship a false idol and create more pretty landfill paper. Here’s to another year of humans raping each other and the planet so they can feel like they’ve accomplished something. Fuckers.

Much.Too.Angry.Honey.