babylon crashing
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Two Empresses, both alike in Dignity, Honor and Slaughter.
War made them strong.
Love made them immortal.
“When Taboos and Skulls shatter/ Love is at its sweetest,” Wil'yam Shex'pir.
Butch T'Pau Productions presents:
taH pagh taHbe
Translated for the first time from the Restored Klingon edition. -
She-Devils on Wheels (1968)
“Female Hellcats Ruling Their Men With Tire-Irons As Their Instruments of Passion” … back when you weren’t allowed to simply say, “pegging galore.” (Correction: there is no pegging in this movie.)
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Dramarama — Anything, Anything (I’ll Give You) (1985)
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“Two or three years ago it was just another damn snake cult, now … they’re everywhere.”
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Lost Coast {somewhere between petrolia and garberville}
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Ferndale Historic Cemetery {bric a brac in the bracken}
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stirrin’
Monsters are rare, being mostly sleazeball
dreams and inventions. To be infertile,
Crone of Raunchy Calves & Posh Booty Call
Shorts, is to be obscene. “What? This? Evil?
I’ve been doin’ this before you were born.
Wham bam, thank you, ma'am.” You cackle and pause.
“Men called me witch. Sappho called me pure porn.
I’ll call you … Raw meat.” For some, menopause
killed their libidos. For you? “These itches
get me drippin’,” you grin, spreading your heat
wide. “Scratch me right here, moon dog. My witch’s
cauldron demands … stirrin’.” You’re not discrete
as you scratch, like cum-sloshed selfies you send
to your children, dubbed, “Mom & Cub Offend.”
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Career Girl Romances
Scandals! Talk of the Town! Was he just a Ghoul for Love?
titillating! shocking! 10 signs when good love starts to decompose!
“He said he loved me only for my brains!”
Her friends complained about the smell!
Her parents complained that he’d been buried on the wrong side of the tracks!
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A massive silhouette in the mist, the Alien Queen glowers over her eggs like a great, glistening black insect-Buddha. … Her fanged head is an unimaginable horror. Her six limbs, the four arms and two powerful legs, are folded grotesquely over her distended abdomen. The egg-filled abdomen swells and swells into a great pulsing tubular sac, suspended from a lattice of pipes and conduits by a weblike membrane as if some vast coil of intestine were draped carelessly among the machinery. Ripley realizes she ducked under part of it a moment before. Inside the abdominal sac can be seen the forms of countless eggs, churning their way toward the pulsating ovipositor where they emerge glistening, to be picked up by Drones. The drones are tiny scuttling albino versions of the “warrior” aliens we have already seen. (… from, James Cameron’s First Draft of the Aliens script, 1985)
Recently I have been reflecting on how Hollywood has this horrible habit of not writing inspired or interesting roles for older actresses. For every Dame Judi Dench playing 007′s M there are a dozen Pam Griers and Nancy Kwans who’d amaze and delight us if given the chance.
I say all this because I am finishing up my own writing project, an updated version of Shakespeare’s Antony and Cleopatra, where the role of Antony will be played by one of my favorite actresses of all time, the Xenomorph Queen from the Alien franchise. True, she hasn’t worked in years, outside voice work and the odd cameo here or there, but she has such Diva Stage Presence that she steals every scene that she’s in. Critics will be talking about this production for years to come:
CLEOPATRA.
So it should be, that none but Antony should conquer Antony, but woe ’tis so!ANTONY.
Screeeeeech!!CLEOPATRA.
I dare not, my dear love, I dare not …It’s like the lines just write themselves (which they do, being a Shakespeare play and all.) All I need to do is find a rich Patron of the Arts who is really into the Bard and the Xenomorph and this will be Broadway gold!
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willendorf
With my thick, awkward fingers you taught me
to plait your hair. Boundless hips like the earth,
you had said. Lizzo-fierce. Big Grrl sexy.
You can’t be a MILF without belly-birth
curves, thighs like mountains. Before work, after
your kids are at school, you’d drip, dark like plum
juice, like my tongue slick between, like a prayer
down for the Willendorf. Clits thrum, cunts cum,
you’d said. Neighbors talked, “look at them, howling
on her stoop, with some of the worst braided
cornrows ever.” They scowled, “and at her age?”
Fierce looks like many things, but fierce fucking
looks like this. Beyond rude. Beyond wicked.
Beyond the haters and all their daft rage.
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Notes:
Venus of Willendorf is a 30,000 year old statue, unearthed in 1908, and thought to be some sort of fertility idol by many male archaeologists at the time due to its, “exaggerated,” sexual features, and not, say, just simply erotic for desire’s own sake. This is why so many archaeologists are horrible at their jobs. When I refer to Lizzo as a, “goddess who walks among us,” what I mean is that she is revolutionary in the deepest sense of that term. She is giving voice and making change happen in a world toxic with body-shaming and fatphobia. She tells us, “I love normalizing the dimples in my butt or the lumps in my thighs or my back fat or my stretch marks. I love normalizing my Black-ass elbows. I think it’s beautiful.” Amen.