Sunday, July 24, 2011

Porn Instead of Sex?

Maybe because I grew up with the idea of sex as an act of love, some ways of expressing  sexualities shock me very much.

Moving away from the idealization of perfect love and perfect sex, what I find more often in current media and culture is a strange mix of sex and show business that seems to invade people´s private lives.

I know we learn all we know from media these days, but where did the instinct go? Where are the movies about love making? sexualities of the world or expressing love trough sex? It all seems to be set, made up and decorated to be broadcasted and uploaded.

Either it has become more marketable when became more public or either we do everything the way movies tell.

Running away from staged sex in tv and movies I started exploring sexual social networks, where people and also companies upload all kind of visuals around sex, from intimate, personal videos to fake amateur movies. I guess diversity in content is one big plus for the internet.

After the show I guess real sexuality is almost never seen in media and I guess it is because it won´t sell. May be perceived as boring, may seem too long and uninteresting to audience makers.

Real sexuality (or the sexuality people practice at home) may be a mix of our instinct and the mandate of media we have learned for years. Sometimes fitting Hollywood standards and sometimes just connecting people´s feelings and emotions.

I still personally find much more, moving, interesting, eye catching and arousing those pictures and videos people do in the privacy of their homes with their couples  (both legal or illegal) that express love, passion and connection, than all the porn industry paraphernalia that tries to fill stereotypical fantasies, that are supposed to be collective and desirable. (big cocks, big boops, hard fucker, multiple orgasms, etc.)

What do you feel when you go to bed?
Hollywood standard of personal connection?
Is porn really sex?
is our sexuality just conservative porn?

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Anders Behring Breivik · A souvenir from the Jungle

Sneaking about the Oslo murderer Anders Behring Breivik, I am amazed on how his popularity grows as media tell his name. A new media strategy for the right winged christian extremists? A rare Phenomenon from "perfect societies"? A sign of the times? A truth revealed from the Norwegian society?

Friday, July 22, 2011

Hunting the Vulnerable

Recently , local newspapers have been publishing ¨news¨ about fighting street vendors, that sell ¨illegal¨ copies of designer bags, fake sunglasses, ¨illegal¨ cds and dvds and that kind of good, getting to the point to make them look like very dangerous and aggressive criminals society must be afraid of and in consequence exterminate.

But, if you look at them closely, you can discover most of them are just teenager that ran away from their our countries, many of them risking their life in a deadly trip to get the the promised land of the first world, where they are treated worse that we treat our street dogs or cats.  When I make them visible to my eyes I see young men trying to make a living from whatever they can to be able to earn some euros they have to send back to their homes or pay a big percent to someone else.

Usually under terrible human conditions, they are hunted, questioned, captured, beaten, humiliated by everyone around them. It is ok to donate for Africa from our savings accounts but none cares a bit about the when they are around the corner,They will have to run every time the police is around and be afraid of being around everyday, while we pretend they do not exist.

Why can they get some opportunities, education or jobs or social assistance when they are already here? because they are black? foreign?, speak other languages and believe in other gods?

In the meantime, European companies and governments exploit their natural resources back in their countries, to provide the first world market with nice jewelery, mobile phones, gadgets and fuel.

Hunting the vulnerable and making the population hate them seems to be the rule number one, to  be part of the first world and a welfare state.

Welcome to the real jungle.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

A water and Pony Tale

this story happened every summer. When my mother reached certain age, every summer she would trnasform in a different animal if touched deep currrent water.

Our job was to help return home safely without her getting lost, hunt or stolen by anyone in the region.

it happened several times. In the first tiem she became a dog and wonderdered in the streets, not being able to tell us what happened and who was trying to make her dissapear. as soon as she turned vack, we not everyone wanted to help get back home safe.

In the second year, we were walking by the river when she received a call. my sister who was 7 months pregnant was about to have her baby. She run son fast to help her that fell deep in the river.

One of our employees and me had to dive into his river full of  fish to find her. she had become a pony this time, with same color she was wearing black an white, a strong beautiful pony would run so much to be safe.

But this year I suddenly knew some of our employees trying to make her disappear the year before. she never told us but I could know by the way this guy run into her. he wasn´t helping. He was hunting her.

As soon as I stepped out of the water saw the fear in this pony´s eyes. I called her several times, asking her to be visible to me while she ran into the woods protecting herself from us.
Suddenly she appeared to me and stared asking me to run with her, but this time instead of jumping into the river again we followed the river path.

When we arrived to our home, people from the town admired the pony, tried to buy it and steal it, tried to tie it and seduce it, but it keep walking beside me all day, non stop, til it fell exhausted when entering a shopping mall. there in the middle of the crown the transformation began from horse to woman again.

A big celebration took place in my family that day. we know knew we would all become animals for a day, every year in the summer. We had to take care of each other, because we were different and everyone knew.