Sometimes I feel caught in a incongruity. I am acutely aware of the absurdity of trying to explain how considerate I am, as a male living in the Information Age; Sensitive to the tide of sexist bullshit that flows over the waterfall of modern media. Tik-tok-ing its abstract behavioural expectations into the impressionable minds of the young. In the same instant I unzip my flies to the seedy underbelly of the internet. Hypocritical? Moi?
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Living in the UK means (and particularly London) you stumble upon Banksy’s now and then. Earlier this year I found one whilst walking round a headland on the Essex coast between Harwich (the English coastal town where the Mayflower was built) and Dovercourt (where it wasn’t), just along the peninsula. There, at a popular fishing spot was an unmistakable Banksy (he never signs his work) showing a boy with a fishing rod having caught a covid mask on the end of it.
There are are huge injustices in this world. One thing we cannot do is fight them all. We have to sweat the small stuff, and hope the bigger stuff takes care of itself.
I am reading a book by self confessed leather dyke; Pat Califa called ‘Public Sex’. It was written in the era of Aids and was a humane effort to bring to light how politicians and law enforcement agencies spent far too much effort and resource trying to discredit, and if possible arrest anyone performing anything other than vanilla heterosexual sex behind closed doors as a means of stopping the disease,
when empathy, free condoms, and free needles would have gone far further and cost less.
There are moments in everyone’s life, when we start to take stock. To re-evaluate where we have
travelled (so far) on this journey of life, and to mentally review our past.
This can happen as soon as late twenties for some people, and as late as deaths door for others.
I believe that this projekt has invoked a number of instances of Missy style navel gazing, and this film strikes me as an example.
This ‘short’ feedback is intended to show how I interpreted the film (meaning), whether I personally enjoyed the film or not (value), and how the film made me feel (impact).
In her book, The Right to Sex , Amia Srinivasan declares that women have never yet been free to understand and express their sexuality fully. She shares the concerns of many feminists before her about the ‘false’ authority granted to pornography and how it has trained us to repeat destructive and degrading gender stereotypes.
Your xFilm project is going to be big. I am sure of it. You are a remarkable film maker, model, writer and artist. I recently opined that your project is a form of cyberfeminism. Here is my reasoning.
The film opens with a shot of a room with an old black and white cathode ray television in it. The room is unlit except by the television. We see a man with a moustache on television. He is talking. We can assume this is ‘Chopper’. He says: “Well…I mean…humanity doesn’t like me…that’s why I was sitting in here talking…i’m a bloody freak show” Cut to black and white professionally lit shot of the man. He moves his hand down out of shot, it gives the impression he is lowering a cigarette. The video is slowed. We notice he has a lot of tattoos.
Narrator talking:
“The film is really about narcissistic rage. Paranoia. And, I suppose, extreme psychological damage”. Silence and black screen.
There has been so many words, written by educated people with far more experience than I, on the subject of love. I can hardly add more than my narrow minded white British male opinion. But somehow I feel compelled to give it, so here it is – ‘Love’ is a noun to describe a suite of emotions. A scale. I look upon it like the word ‘Colour’; on its own it is meaningless. The word can describe anything from ‘like’, to ‘obsession’.
Clearly a word play on extortion (noun): ‘the act of obtaining something, especially money, through force or threats.’ The journey you have catalogued (in your 200 plus films) contain many bumps in the road. You appeared to set out to tell the story of a sexual revolutionist. But you have been interrupted rudely at times, and quite rightly feel strongly enough to take the odd detour off of that roadmap.
Sexual compatibility is a learned behaviour in marriage. Something you can not test for.’ So says Laura M Brotherson, author of ‘They were not Ashamed: Strengthening Marriage through Sexual Fulfilment.
There are exceptions of course. Always.