Audio By Carbonatix
Two things stand out in my memory about my freshman year in college. Three things, if you count the short stint on academic probation, which I don’t. One was the 40-minute lecture I got after I stood up in Mass Comm and gamely shouted, “Well, I don’t consider newspaper writing to be creative writing.” The second was an exercise in a creative writing class wherein an enthusiastic teaching assistant (must’ve been early in the year) made us write clever euphemisms for sex acts and their required body parts. “Throbbing manhood” was too trite, I remember, but “quivering sliver of love” was OK. “Spanking the monkey” was overused, but “taking Herman to the circus” got a ringing endorsement. So did “velvet crevice,” “when Harry meets Phally,” and “bunning the bratwurst.”
You could argue that having sex is much more fun than writing about it, but the brazen hussies of Gynomite will tell you that’s an argument you can’t win. These women have made it their life’s work to write and recite pornographic poetry, and they claim they can titillate your brains out–and sex is, after all, mostly in your head if you believe the sexperts–without even touching your naughty bits. Gynomite’s world tour of Fearless, Feminist Porn performance art and spoken word, according to fearless leader Liz Belile, seeks to “help put the clit on the map.” She promises an original approach (hopefully better than that goofy quote) to so-called “pornerotic text,” including “lesbians writing gay male sex; straight women writing as lusty men; girly girls getting macha; and older women getting buck wild.” Glad they weren’t sitting next to us at North Texas.
