| EastWesterly
Review
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The Mainly Annual
EastWesterly Review/Postmodern Village
12th Annual Conference
Papers on Gender and Sexuality
|  Bitch-So-Soft:
From Inner-City Crack-Whore to Pretty Woman, the Amelioration
of Harlotry in the Golden Age of “Ho”mance
by Mary Chino Cherry
Our femynyst sensibilities are all with empowering the oppressed
sex workers, but Cherry’s “early-meat-market”
presentation left us gasping. Can kitsch and schlock save a
movement that Cixous and Kristeva couldn’t? Have we traded
Holy-womb theory for the Hollywoo(ed) diva-eyed and conquer?
If this is progress, we’ll take shrill.
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 TrashBot
Horny: Paranoia as Prophecy
by 2-Ring Shaku-Ring and Bob R. Buck
Now we know why we always thought those role-playing guys were
weird: they are weird. It may have been a good paper, too, if
not for the fact that it degenerated into die rolling to determine
if various characters could “make it” with the “Sexbot.”
Oh, no, sorry: that was the paper. |
 From
The Fairie Queene to Dairy Queen: Spenser and the Retailing
of the Gay Agenda
by Libby R. Achay
With the advent of Out and The Advocate and,
less interestingly, the blinding success of Will and Grace,
Bravo, and Tom Cruise, gay has never been so much a synonym
for “happy” - at least if you’re in advertising.
The homosexual subtext of the Peanut Buster Parfait™ was
lost on me, but the Redcrosse Knight as a purveyor of a “rough
trade” form of justice makes me wonder if maybe Judas
was just another spurned lover. |
 Helen
Gurley Keller: Sex and the Single Blind Girl: Lessons I Learned
at the Water Pump
by Homer Ray Miltone and Stevie Ray Charles
Liberation has never felt so wet and love never so lost and
insensate. What’s the sign for “you go, girl”
in ASL?
|
 Bunny
had a Bad Day: Playboy, Profits, and the Proliferation
of Plastic Tits, or The Girl Next Door Meets Modern CosMedicine
by Barbara Millicent Roberts
As the Cult of the Gynuine continues to deteriorate, our idea
of what a “real” womyn may be disintegrates into
a miasma of stitches and silicone. But Roberts doesn’t
go far enough: the Beauty Myth is no more a locked box: it’s
now po-mo torture chamber bent on fem dis-member-men-t. This
is male fantasy as in-human-ity. The Botox shot demonstration
must have been pricey: next time, she should save her cash for
a new pink Corvette–or better yet, donate it to a battered
womyn’s dream shelter.
|
 The
Fellatio Ratio: Male Measurement as Projection in Moby Dick
by William Stamen
A “hump like a snowhill”? A “peg leg”?
Fiction is wish-fulfillment, and for these beggars, that’s
all they’ve got to ride. Stamen gives new meaning to “bibliophile”
- though we question his units, but then meters are not our
métier. |
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