Bert Horner: The Pussy Club

The door on the side of the building into Bitch Media’s headquarters is always locked. For those who would like to go inside, the little haphazardly-taped sign on the door instructs “FEDEX, UPS, USPS + ANYBODY ELSE PLEASE RING THE DOORBELL.” The only way to tell that a powerful feminist publication resides on the second floor of the building is from the small metal sign with “bitch” inscribed. Before Gamergate, a series of personal attacks on female game developers, and the vandalism of the Bitch offices, Bitch’s door would have remained open and unlocked for anyone wanting to use Bitch’s lending library. Now, the staff at Bitch Media cannot take their personal safety for granted. They make sure that there are no obvious markings that might lead to unwanted attention; I parked in front of what Siri told me was the headquarters and walked around the whole building twice before spotting the entrance.

The NYC Radical Cheerleaders describe their activity as, “[A]ctivism with pomp poms and middle fingers extended. It’s screaming F*CK CAPITALISM while doing the splits” (qtd. in Adams and Bettis 36). Since their inception in the mid-1990s, the feminist Radical Cheerleaders have given women a stronger voice in the activist sphere while they scream, shout, and protest against a myriad of social issues. These range from the patriarchy, LBGTQ discrimination, and beauty standards, to police brutality, sexual assault, and capitalism, but they are all linked to the fight for human rights. In their protest, they subvert the stereotypical image of the white, blonde, thin cheerleader, looking to incite public interest and engagement. Ultimately, radical cheerleaders channel the theatricality and obscenity of the women’s liberation movement to reclaim their rights in the public sphere with curses, vulgarity, and action.

The crowd erupted in cheers. Natalie Maines of the Dixie Chicks band had just excited two thousand fans in a small London club with her anti-Bush statement, only one week before American forces entered Iraq. The Dixie Chicks finished their concert riding the high of their audience’s support. Little did they know the trouble these fifteen words would cause. When Maines and the other Dixie Chicks, Martie Maguire and Emily Robison, returned to their hotel in London later that week, their manager received a call informing them that the Associated Press found out what they had

“Man, all the photographers, TV cameras. This shit is big news, has everybody over here to see it. Otherwise, Sunday, what you have mostly are rich ladies come out with their little doggies to make wee-wee. I mean the doggies, not the ladies.” A girl in front of them smiled over her shoulder and Ordell said, “How you doing, baby? You making it all right?” He looked past her now, glanced at Louis to say, “I think I see him,” and pushed through the crowd to get closer to the street. “Yeah, there he is. Black shirt and tie? A grown-up skinhead Nazi. I call him Big Guy. He likes that.”

The camera had panned back up to the schoolgirls face. As arousing as the sight of her tight, young body, with it's dripping pink cunt, and perky breasts with erect nipples exposed under what remained of her uniform, to the pornographer, her expressions and actions were just as much Adam laughed aloud, and behind him, in the wings, a chuckle, and a hand-clap of applause emanated from Blair Huntington. The man who'd forked out fifty-thousand dollars simply to watch the unsuspecting teenager be gang-banged by his loyal employees. Not that they'd minded when Karl had advised them of his plan, and from what he could gather, considering the manner in which Sophie Scott writhed and moaned in pleasure, neither did she.

The police had thought

The story of Diana Whipple a coach and lacrosse payer, she lived in San Francisco. The article talks about how Diane’s same sex partner Sharon Smith wasn’t able to sue the owner of the two large dogs that brutally attacked and mauled Mrs. Whipple to death just outside of their apartment building. Along with telling the story about these two women it details the importance of tort law for same sex couples with our changing times; although with the new legislation that has taken place over the last year this would not be an issue

“NO TALKING!” McCarter barked, his demeanor changing from friendly to furious in the space of a few seconds. With his shoulders squared, he walked over to where the two undercover officers stood and glared into Booker’s face before yelling, “IS THAT

“To explore the possibility of ‘cruising spots’ as a space for cultural assimilation of the queer community, specifically male assigned at birth spectrums of gender and sexual orientation and also to assess their inclusivity in the larger queer spaces and the movement as a whole. The fact that these spaces are under continuous attack from state sponsored institutions, and also that such crackdown has not gathered any impactful response from the queer community which seeks to represent these people”

Masha Gessen, in her book “Words will break cement: the passion of Pussy Riot,” follows the women of the band, Pussy Riot during their prison sentence. Their crime? Protesting the disapproval of LGBT exposure, freedom of speech and feminist culture through the punk-rock voice. Their backlash depicted the inevitable protest of the Russian oppressive rule and brought forth the divide between artistic expression and the Putin administration.

“STOP!!!” the cops yelled at Ron. “BOOM, BOOM, BOOM.” The sound of the bullets when they shot their guns back and forth. Then as Ron was running up the hill he saw the chopper that the cops has sent!

They are discussing the messy state of the office when one of the cops makes a statement which triggers a dramatic turn of events. "It all makes sense when you look at it, you

Stuart Thomson was beginning to understand why this Dom/sub thing thing was beginning to become so popular. First he'd thought, that it was only because of that stupid Shades of Grey book - not that he'd ever read it - and the sheep who'd pretend to be interested in anything that became popular, but now he was beginning to really understand it. It was more than just the sex portrayed in the movies he viewed, and the power was intoxicating. Sofia appeared to love it, too, really love it, and to revel in his control of the situation and commanding tone of voice. You could see it in her eyes, and demeanour. The way she didn't dare speak back, or deny him when he told her what to do. He was the man.

They are a quiet group, you hear a young white woman softly chanting “Don’t kill me momma… Why don’t you love me momma?” The chanting goes on for several more minutes and once there are no longer signs of the woman they settle back into their seats, and being to start their fans again to use provide a small breeze to their flushed faces. You can hear the soft crinkle of water bottles opening to relieve their parched mouths. Then, just as is seems that the commotion is over, the owner of the clinic arrives. As she steps out of her white Hummer she is walking in no hurry. The protesters move more quickly than when they saw the young women, and their former peaceful protest turn into angry chants. In the distance phrases like “baby killer” and “murder” are being yelled. The owner walks in unphased, as if she has heard it all before. After her entrance into the building the protesters continue to loudly chant, but soon after their a short burst of loud chanting, their voice fade as they settle back into their seats, starting their fans again, some opening bibles, preparing for their next opportunity to preach their

There were lots of people of different ages and almost everyone was dressed in pink, and some of them were holding posters with different messages about feminism and equality. Then, I remembered seeing something about it earlier in social media, and it was the Women’s March, they were marching for women’s rights and equality. At that moment, I thought it was important and brave that they were defending their beliefs, and that they were trying to make a change or even just to educate people regarding their cause. Shortly after, the lady with the sports clothes started to become aggressive and mad towards the protestors, she went outside the coffee shop and yell to the people, telling them “get a life” or “go back to your country”. The other ladies stayed inside the shop cheering at the lady to keep arguing and screaming to the protestors. Some of the protestors responded back to the lady, but I could not hear what they said, but it seemed to make the lady