Friday, July 27, 2012

More nudity

Ironing ideas for the comic


Funny thing happened the other day. Hannah and I were at Elk Lake, killing a six-pack and throwing sticks to Orca, her German Shepard.
"GET DA BABY!" (yelling) DAST IST BABY! GIT! (pretending to speak German)
Came time to jump in the lake so we each tossed a can and swam in after it.

"We have to finish these beers in the water."
Talking a little, drinking, time going by. Dog barking.

Done with beer

Getting out. Laughing (kind of far away looking) distance

This girl came up from behind us while we were drying off on a log, marveling at the day.

Excuse me (meek looking)
I just need you to know... (she was shaking, angry or nervous)
There are children around here...
pause
You should put your top back on.
Yes.
I mean, there are children around here.
Yes.
Pause.

I sometimes forget nudity makes people uncomfortable. Culture is funny. Boobs are funny too.
Thinking about middle eastern women being chastised by women and men for not wearing headscarves. About breast feeding moms being flagged on facebook. I think about the stigma of our private parts.


You could tell that was difficult for her to come over here and say. 
Damn, that would've been the time to pretend I was German. 
I put my top back on. 


I didn't buy the children argument. She was implying that (my) boobs were a moral degradation of children. Moral degrading like watching a person physically assault another person. Morally degrading like chronic neglect. Like non-consesual touching.

These are not the same.

Boobs don't lead to moral degradation. The viewing of boobs does not take away from their innocence.

What takes away from innocence is labeling parts of ourselves as degrading.

The hugest perversion is sexualizing these parts of ourselves. It's sexualizing each others bodies.

Perverting our bodies robs us of having a safe relationship with ourselves. Because of the labels inflicted upon us we can't see what we really are.

Boobs. Penis. Vagina. Head. Lips. Heart. Ears. Hair. 

It's just my body. It makes up who I am. 

Disconnecting from what my body is and only seeing it as something seen by others is straining. It hurts the relationship between myself and my body.

And we set our young to see bodies are stigmatized sexualized objects rather than what they really are.

Chest. Arm. Hand. Neck.

"I thought she was going to tell us to stop yelling & cussing." Hannah says.

I wish she should've said
"I don't like to see your boobs"


Friday, July 20, 2012

Joel's Voicemail


He-ey, Rachel. *ahem* It's Joel. I'm just sweeping and talkin' on the phone. I just had an idea ... of a ... I needed to tell somebody about it. And it was mixing the word hello and howdy. Um. and then it would just be. Hell-Owdy. *snicker* I just thought that was kind of funny. Anyways, um... Hey-Lowdy! Um... so, yeah, anyways, if you're working, I'll give you a call later, bye bye.