Life

"Lesbians caught on video" is eurOut’s new vlog about Dutch lesbian life and culture.

The Netherlands were the first country to allow same-sex marriage but what is it like to be lesBian there today? Saskia, finalist of the Femme 2009 Award, will take you behind the borders of Holland and try to find all the answers to our questions.

In this first episode she went to a gay event called 'Roze Maandag' (Pink Monday) in Tilburg. She also interviewed the woman who "beat" her in the Femme 2009 Finale, the new face and representative of Dutch lesbian and bisexual emancipation; Giullitta.

Lesbians caught on video! Episode 1: Pink Monday from Saskia Joreen on Vimeo.

I would like to apologize to all of my readers for my long and sudden absence. I had thought that I might need to take some time off for the whole business of getting married, but the intensity of the bridal-to-do list and an injury sneaked up on me quite suddenly, and left me without any backlog to post during this stressful summer.

But now that I am so close to being legally married and starting to get my life back (i.e. writing again), I would like to address the great archetype of Bridezilla. Because for the over-a-year that I've been engaged, people have loved to tell me Bridezilla stories, or ask me whether I've "yet" become Bridezilla. Bridezillas are on reality TV all day and all night, seven days a week. And yes, obviously, the ubiquitous TV brides sobbing and shrieking at their closest loved are easy to despise, which makes them great for reality-TV. But what the producers of those shows don't often admit is that most of these women have spent the last year of their lives listening to sexist, heterosexist stories about Bridezilla, repeating again and again that all women really want to be is a princess-bride, and all princess-brides are crazy. Self-fulfilled prophecy, anyone?

I have suffered with acute depression with a many number of years. I am not saying this because I assume that you give a shit, I don't... But trust me this is in context to what I am writing. Anyway after a long duration suffering post my rape ordeal I decided to give in and take some drugs to stop that burning felling in my soul.

I am not sure of the dose they put me on. But there was one thing I noticed when the drug hit my system. I couldn't orgasm. Now I had a boyfriend at this time, he was a piss poor lover in all honesty and you'd have thought my clitoris was the lost city of Atlantis for all the good he did at trying to find it. (I once pushed his head into my pussy, opened my lips up wide pointed at my little friend and told him where it was, not even that worked.)

From Bad Cripple, an excellent example of how self-definition differs and succeeds where group definition fails.

Disability is bad. No one wants to be blind, deaf or paralyzed. Common sense dictates this normative belief. The limitations associated with a physical deficit are bad. Sure we can compensate, adapt, and we humans are very good at adapting, but no one wants to acquire a disability. Is this not why we humans dread old age? Disability, the lack of ability, is associated with old age. Old people are slow, feeble, and too many experience dementia. Wheelchairs? A fate worse than death. I would rather be dead than paralyzed. Blind? Oh no, I could never see a sunset and movies would be pointless. Deaf? I would be unable to connect and communicate with others. What does disability on the broadest of the term create in the minds of others? Negative connotations, limits, the need to "overcome", and for some dread. In extreme cases people even commit suicide rather than learn how to live life with a disability. Think Daniel James and his "loving" parents.