Still winter here. Snow falling. Roads bad. People complaining that their usual 15-minute drive home took two hours.
So I am staying indoors and putting up my third blog post of the day.
This one is easy. All I have to do is link you to Fernham‘s post on “Pearls and Power,” which aptly summarizes the sometimes edgy discussion that took place on the VWoolf Listserv during the last few days.
See if you agree with list mistress Anne that the dispute was between the “‘No sex, please, we’re British’ camp versus the acolytes of the clitoris.”
To illustrate the topic, I decided to play it safe. I snapped a photo of my piled-up pearls — genuine, imitation, new and hand-me-down. You may think of them however you wish.
i don’t think anybody who signs on as a lupine is anti-sex or anti-queer. the queer ukase that all literary pearls must be clitorises is false, and the response that challenging this libel might be akin to silencing generation of hard-fought queer scholarship is also false. it’s not anti-sex, it’s anti-bullshit.
They are lovely.