Bisexual Girls Club

Feast your eyes on this. Time to take out the monster in your pants and the blood sucking whore in you… let loose for the witching hour is just about to begin.

Get Your Freak On. It’s Halloween time!

I found my Halloween costume…

Inspired by Maryann of True Blood.

Their name literally translates as “raving ones”. Often the Maenads were portrayed as inspired by [Dionysus] into a state of ecstatic frenzy, through a combination of dancing and drunken intoxication. In this state, they would lose all self-control, begin shouting excitedly, engage in uncontrolled sexual behavior…

[F]renzied dances… are the direct manifestation of euphoric possession…by [symbolically, in my case, since I am a vegetarian,] eating the flesh of a man or animal who has temporarily incarnated the god [Dionysus], [the maneads] come to partake of his divinity.

Also, notable:

The maneads would carry a thyrsus (staff of giant fennel topped with a pine cone). It has been suggested that this was specifically a fertility phallus representing the shaft of a penis and the pine cone representing the “seed” issuing forth.

I’m going to have fun this Halloween!

This looks like it would make a cute T-Shirt

I had the biggest crush on Patrick Swayze in the 80s. I remember The Outsiders, Red Dawn, North and South (I was very happy my sister had to watch it for her social studies class-I didn’t miss a minute of it), Dirty Dancing (nobody puts Baby in the corner), Road House, Ghost (Unchained Melody)…

Seems like a lot of icons keep slipping away. Even after being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer he was relentless, working on the new tv series, The Beast, always pushing himself to the brink. His energy and spirit and true love for life is something to be admired.

RIP Patrick Swayze.

TV – funny

Bender decides to participate in the robot Olympics but is worried about receiving his medals after learning that his gender will be verified.

Real Life – Not funny

Why is Semenya’s gender the subject of an international investigation?

I had my hair cut very short when I was 14 and when I tried to enroll in a new school the guidance counselor asked my mother, “will your son be taking french class?” I screamed, “I am a girl!” got up, walked away, and never looked back. Anyone who knows me would never imagine that there would be a question of my gender. But at that moment, I was so deeply humiliated.

I’d like to think that I understand gender in a different way now and I am confident in my own womanhood to not be bothered by such things anymore. That’s true for the most part that. When it comes to looks, I know I am seen as a woman, but why do I even have to be seen as a “woman” anyway? I still hold on to some stupid traditions about what a woman should look like. Don’t get me wrong, I like long hair and manicures, but what if I didn’t? And my boobs certainly aren’t very big. Does that make me less of a woman?

Whether it’s long hair or make up or really short skirts, the nagging question seems to never go away. Am I woman enough? I don’t wear makeup and although I doubt I will ever change that, I do get people telling me that I should try that. Why should I? Because I am a woman? Honestly the more I try to find things about myself that are not to be labeled, ways in which I will not conform, the more I find that often I am a slave to labels. Trying not to conform is a full time job. I’ve certainly wanted to go back to really short hair (though for the most part I love having long hair), but I am not confident enough in my looks to think that I can still pull that off and look feminine enough. And there I go again giving in to the stereotype of how I am supposed to look as a woman…

Have we really challenged those accepted gender roles? And why do we even have to make excuses and justifications about looking or behaving gender appropriately?

Perhaps there is some residue of the uncertainly with my womanness when I feel like I need to be more forward than other women around me in order to get what I want and I feel a little less like a “woman” than I want to feel. I know that many would say it’s great to be a take charge kind of gal, but honestly sometimes, around other women who are not as sexually aggressive, I definitely feel like such a “guy.” This becomes an inner struggle for me (there seems to be a lot of that). Do I give in to the desire to act in a more masculine way and risk eclipsing my feminine self? Gender is about both looks and actions and it’s not easy to express both sides of myself peacefully. Perhaps I have a long way to go still to overcome my own gender confusion. I don’t like to let myself get locked into one role, why would I want other people to lock me into one? But see, gender is so much more than the X and Y chromosomes. That’s something I have yet to figure out.