Christina Aguilera recently did an interview with Company magazine to promote her new album, Bionic, and she had some interesting things to say about women and sexuality.
Christina Aguilera's risqué outfits, skin-tight costumes and provocative photo shoots aren't just for show. The singer says her sexy image is her way of getting out what she believes is an important message.
"I feel sexuality to be very empowering," the singer, 29, tells U.K. magazine Company in its July issue. "I think men love to believe that they own our sexuality, so if a woman represents herself in a sexual way, people think, 'Oh it must be for a man.'"
"But men don't have the right to own our sexuality," she says. "If I want to be sexual, it's for my own appreciation and enjoyment! That's why I like to talk about the fact that sometimes I am attracted to women. I appreciate their femininity and beauty."
Before calling her a feminist, be warned, Aguilera says she doesn't like to get into labels. Instead, she's simply fighting "for women's rights in the sense that we shouldn't be ashamed of ourselves or our bodies." [People.com]
Most of the comments that I saw about this just focused on 'OMG she's not a feminist!' and ignored the rest. I did the opposite for a couple of reasons. I haven't read the full Company interview, but the line about feminism in the People summary is a little vague and doesn't really give us the context, so we don't know if she was explicitly asked if she was a feminist and said no or if she just made a more general statement about not liking labels. And even if she didn't want to drop the f-bomb in this interview for whatever reason, I don't think it means that the comments that she did make aren't worth discussing and taking seriously.
Ok, so I’ve never peed on anyone nor has anyone ever peed on me. I have however peed on myself, but I was young so it might not count. I do however remember what it felt like. Wetting the bed was always a strange experience, I thought anyways. First there’s the urgent need to pee that somehow weaves itself into your dream. You’re frantically looking for a bathroom and when you finally find one you release only to wake up to the odd sensation of warmth and wetness spreading across your legs.
The thing is, and this is the odd part (at least to write about openly), that it wasn’t exactly unpleasant. You’re a kid, you’re half asleep and you suddenly feel warm. Sure, you’re lying in a puddle of your own piss, but it never bothered me until the wet spot became cold. Meaning, that I would go back to sleep until I had laid there long enough for my own piss to turn cold. At which point I would drag myself out of bed change my pyjamas and take the sheets of my bed so I could go back to sleep.
Now, I’m not sure if that says more about my love of sleep or my acceptance of my own bodily fluids. I think the scale is leaning towards love of sleep, but when thinking of people using pee in their sex play I invariably think about what it was like to piss the bed when I was a kid. Not only that, but back when I was a budding alcoholic there were a few times where I was so drunk I considered just taking a piss right where I was instead of dragging my poor soul to the bathroom. Thankfully, I never succumbed to my own persuasive arguments and social etiquette always won.
I began this essay by asking two of my colleagues, leaders in the disability movement in India, about their views on sexuality and disability. One response was, “You know better about the issues being faced by disabled persons here than to waste your time on sex obsessed Western thinking.” The other wondered, “(Disability) still remains a kicked off affair in the triangle of charity/welfare, medical rehabilitation and vocational training … when and how do we talk about sexuality?” I also (not so) vaguely remembered a comment which I heard some months back at a rehabilitation centre in Cuttack, India about a pregnant young woman with cognitive disability: “She just can’t control … they take their eyes off her for a minute and she has done it with someone … Men! I tell you … Third pregnancy … can’t even get hysterectomy … and abortion at this stage is risky.”
I wondered if my colleagues actually thought it is an irrelevant issue or, perhaps, saw it as a divisive issue for the disability community. Or, being women, did they feel constrained to acknowledge the relevance and risk being perceived as sexual beings in a society which gives respect to women only as long as they remain passive sex objects? Was the person at the rehabilitation centre attempting to control the sexuality of the pregnant woman in a way different from how she would control her own or an ‘able-bodied’ woman’s sexuality?
REAL PEOPLE, REAL LIFE, REAL SEX…Have you heard of Comstock Films? No, me neither. That is, until a friend of mine recently brought them to my attention. As their tag line clearly implies, Comstock Films provides the world (yes, the world) with movies featuring real people, real life and real sex.
It’s amateur porn with an actual production budget. Even better, it’s actual couples who are in love getting all down and dirty to show us what it looks like when “real” people have sex. If you’re wondering why I put “real” in quotation marks just then, it’s because porn stars are real people to, ya know. If I were a porn star, I think it would annoy me if people referred to alt porn as real thereby implying that I was not, but you get the difference, right?
The difference being that porn is scripted (albeit minimally) and is more like watching someone else’s fantasy as opposed to Comstock’s own brand of intimate porn that feels a lot more like hiding in a closet and watching your friends getting it on, only they’ve given you permission and instead of viewing their orgasmic pleasure from the confines of a closet you get to do it from the comforts of your living room.