I spy with my little eye... A Vagina!

In Chocolate Shops...

I found this fabulous vagina chocolate today and bought a whole box for Aunt Lilly! They are delicious!

You can purchase the beauties at Sweet Rage, or moulds to make your own at Confectionary House!

Not a 'snatch' on my trademark vagina cupcakes though!

Fucking a Mango

Here it is: the next one in the trilogy!

This is the second part of my 'Forbidden Fruit' art short triology. After 'Bloodsoaked Tampon et al.' comes 'Fucking a Mango' watch as this poor fruit, like woman, is visciously exploited by this 'man/pig'.

I want you to draw your own conclusions- what does it mean? What does the white cream symbolize?

Art, like love, never ends. Let us explore ourselves!

Dangerous dates and leaping vaginas!

So....you're all wondering how my DATE went with Martin last night? Well it was..magical!

Martin told me all about himself: he's a music producer and has just finished producing Nelly Futaro's latest album 'I'm a Hoe Bag: Come Over Here', which is set to be released in June. He lives in Chalk Farm and drives an Audi TT. Overall he's a bit of catch. Not that I'm really into all that kind of stuff you realise, I mean I'm generally highly non-materialistic. When I grow up I want to live on a farm.

We went to this adorable Chinese in China Town and I was really enjoying my dim sum, reminiscing about the old times at Downing College, CAMBRIDGE, when all of a sudden there was a bad smell and I looked up to see Gerald (my ex) entering the room with some pubescent blond (wearing a backpack) on his arm. You can imagine my…ANGER!

I immediately feigned a headache and Martin and I left. But Gerald did not get away that easily- oh no.

I pretended I had left my scarf inside and when I returned I walked right up to Gerald’s table and tipped an entire bowl of prawn crackers all over his head, squishing some into his eyes. I then screamed:

“I hate you Gerald you wanker! The fact that you have the gall to show your measly, squirming face in a nice Chinese like this where people come to eat really does seal your fate as one of the cheapest people I have ever met! Just die you repulsive piece of shit!”

The blonde started to cry and a waiter grabbed my arm, I think someone called 999, but I just had to get it off my...my...chest.

So you can imagine my embarrassment when I turned round to see Martin standing right behind me, jaw dropped.

I explained, we had a DMC (deep meaningful conversation) and he really understands what I’m going through. It turns out Martin is actually divorced: he found his wife cheating on him. I didn’t want to pry, because I'm so sensitive, but it turns out that she was sleeping with her gynecologist: I KNOW.

So yes lady readers love might finally be blossoming for Posie... At the end of the night he walked me home and we kissed! But after only a couple of seconds of mouth to mouth Martin felt something wet on his left and I looked down to see Emmeline Pankhurst (my cat) pissing on his trousers. When I asked her what she was doing she told me to "piss off" and then proceeded to laugh at her own joke for about five minutes. I think she was drunk. She really is acting very strangely these days and I have a sneaky feeling that she doesn't like Martin, which is strange, because Martin is literally the nicest guy ever…

But on a more negative note check out this abysmal article (click below) in The Times by Zoe Lewis who wants to live in her kitchen and has abandoned her feminist roots (silly b***h). I am scheduled to go and see her awful play 'For the Very First Time' starring Sadie (yuk) Frost in a few weeks. I shall pack some mouldy tampons to throw at the rotten bunch.

http://women.timesonline.co.uk/tol/life_and_style/women/article5662099.ece?Submitted=true

Plus check out this incredible (new, for once, I know, I am traditionally a traditionalist) book Wetlands by Charlotte Roche:

http://entertainment.timesonline.co.uk/tol/arts_and_entertainment/books/fiction/article5614066.ece
Of course I have not been shaving my armpits long before her. I also think my art-short 'blood soaked tampon et al' (please see the subject headings >) goes much further to probe the underbelly of female vaginality, puberty and eventual corporeal determinationism.

Melody's pregnant and I'm going on a Suffragette tour of East London!

What up Girlies?

I just wanted you all to know that Melody is pregnant! I know it's kind of personal but I'm sure she won't mind my telling you. She doesn't know what to do: to keep it, or not to keep it, what is the question?

You can VOTE at the tool bar on the RIGHT!

Now Melody was a highly successful journalist before she took a 'sabbatical' to fulfill her childhood dream - being a landscape gardener. She's only been doing it for 3 months, which has mostly entailed filming pretty flowers. (Melody is an incredible camera WOman- she filmed my art short debut film: 'bloodsoaked tampon' and my up-and-cumming 'fucking a mango').

S0 anyway- having a baby would change everything! I have made an executive decision- I know what to do! I've have booked us tickets to go on a Suffragette tour of East London on February 8th. It's run by the Women's Library and I know it will provide us with answers! It follows the life of Sylvia Pankhurst and where the Suffragettes are near, truth is not far!

I am waiting for a sign! Something to help Melody! It IS a Woman's right to choose and she is such a successful landscape gardener! But then Susan Sontag was a single mum and so was Joanna Lumley... Maybe it's quite cool... Oh what is she going to do!

Here's the link to the tour! Come join! Toodles xxx

http://www.londonmet.ac.uk/thewomenslibrary/whats-on/events/guidedwalks/battlingbelles.cfm

Blood soaked tampon et al - the movie

SOMEhow, Melody, Lara and I managed to find time in our hectic editorial schedule to produce this arthouse short - a filmic extension to my series blood soaked tampon et al.

It's got everything a film needs - action, tits and a LOT of blood, if you're interested.

xxx

Poesy Rider!

I've started writing poems too! Just like my heroine, Adrienne Rich (see Phantasia for Elvira Shatayev - mind blowing) Here's my first!

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GULF SCREAM

the neglected education of my difference between man
flowers that are are only anxious to inspire this subject soil, and when they ought to cherish a nobler strength, leaves.
sorrowful indignation has depressed my spirits,

barren books by men written on the subject of love, women,
the civilized grand source of the misery of woman
bloodsoaked tampon did hitherto take place in the stalk,
long before the season

"do you trust me?"

to worry about minds that are not in a healthy state;
about my thighs; about dawn’s rising. leaves.
you want to work
blooming I am obliged to confess that nature (considering the historic page)
has been so bubbled by

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