During that panel I asked the audience what it would be like if along with the Global Village and the Media Center there was a sex cruising zone, where we engaged in negotiations of desire and risk corporally. There were a lot of cautious laughter which I interpreted as discomfort – or rather dissonance from what that would be like in juxtaposition to the reality of the conference. I wanted to bring up cruising because, in my experience, there is a depersonalization with how sex and drugs are talked about within the HIV industrial complex. The ability to understand the virus as something contracted during the pursuit of pleasure by a unique individual has been replaced by looking at populations to manage instead of people.
The last day of the conference I went to the David McDiarmid exhibition at the National Gallery of Victoria gallery. David was an early gay liberation activist and artist in Australia who died from AIDS related complications in 1995. Walking into his art exhibition the sounds from his mixtape “Funeral Hits of the 90’s” surrounded the space while his posters, paintings, sculptures and ephemera drew me in: Headlines— ‘POSITIVE QUEEN FEELS NEGATIVE Goes Shopping” and ‘’Plagueboy” magazine, huge glittering mosaics with figures spreading their rectums open, the names of boys tattooed on the bodies and a head with the word AIDS spelled in a swastika. I felt as if I was at a talented friend’s house party instead of in an enshrined art institution. In the work the experience of HIV/AIDS is complex, painful but also human and therefore funny, sexual, dynamic. — From Cyd Nova's latest piece over at the VisualAIDS blog. (I am very lucky to know you, dear comrade.)
🔆📣exhausted but pleased with all the pretty/weird bike smut filming we got done today #fireofmyloins #bodylookinlikemilk
I cannot believe that my make-up is still in this good shape post-smut-smithing.
Now would be a good time to bone up on Soviet political history, I guess? :/
Cleaning my room & found this AMAZING holigay card from Dorian, Evelyn, & Gwen. Somehow this got stuck inside some book & I never actually opened it till tonight? What a lovely surprise! <3 u, Princesses. #dorianjustgetsme #saucyspinsters
In the kind of pain spike where I am using my Hitachi for its (supposedly?) intended purpose. While it is not a chiropractor or a masseuse, it is way better than nothing. Also, the giggle/ridiculous factor is honestly improving my mood (if not my pain levels)!
It’s not a human pillow, it’s a kitty chaise lounge. #Tilda
You’re kind of the best, darling. <3
Sideview of The Jesusmobile (are Jesusmobiles A Thing, or is this unique to this car?). It reads:
DRUGS ALCOHOL & GANGS
= HOSPITAL JAIL DEATH
DON’T SUFFER MORE COME TO JESUS
Never have I ever encountered a Jesus Car before (even in the actual Bible Belt!). You learn something new every day, I guess? #jesustakethewheel