2012

2012

Said to be the year of Apocalypse
Foreboding collective death.
Because technology is not there yet.
We need atleast 100 more years till it can save us
And now a slight shift in the sun will kill us all.
Except the select few
Capitalism’s love-children.

Once again Lady Gaga thanks all of her gay fans for helping her to her place
Regretfully she says she can’t bring them with her up into outerspace
The continued existence of Mother Monster is a fullfillment of deserved destiny
It is ”Great Art”.
Bill Gates shows what a good man he is when he pays for a starving south african girl to come with
Joining the select few
Who could afford a seat and a sufficient ammount of GMO-pills and artificial air.
To sustain a full life earned from a life-time of superficiality.
Hard-elbows
And exploitation.
She will never fit in.
He was so used to it being the best PR-trick
So he forgot there was nothing left to sell.
What will he do now
Up there in that pale white space shuttle?
Suddenly life and it’s meaning is feeling quite empty.

What is advertisement
But commercialized art
Valerie oversees the apocalypse and laughs out loud that
”Great art” too is commercialized
And advertisements on the television make you cry
At the correct que
Your emotions played like a marionette
No. Not in gods hands.
Money is the global anthem.
If we want to sell god we must make him young and handsome
He is already white and male and masculine.
The slight alteration will make him complete.

And when you get married all they have to say to the bride is God you look so beautiful
Smile
Take it in
Because it’s all we’ve learned
And we think it makes us worth more – The beauty.
And we want to be worth more
More beautiful.
It is all we ever dreamed of.
Enjoy it while it lasts.
And grab it while it’s hot!
In older age other things will support our self-worth
You can always find solace in you wallet.
Money supports everything.
But it can not tackle fear.
As it stands there in the way of life.

If you’ve been so alive as to have already died and come back to life inside 100 times.
There is nothing left to fear.
No, not death
That old grey threat
For most rock-solid and heavy
It is empty!
She does not "feel too much".
She just knows.
She who feared her wedding
More than her death
It would have tied her down to a much larger extent
Death is something everyone must do alone
And if you've already dared to walk alone
You will not be scared when "it" comes.

2012.
It can be both an end and a beginning.
The foreboding is not for death
But Egypt, Occupy the fall of several media empires.
A revolution that undoes the knots that separate us.
Because it is not the earth that is the world.
It is just the sacred piece of land and water that sustains us.
It is nothing without
The world that lives inside our soul.
There are 7 billion of them.
Worlds.
All inter-linked, yet distinct,
Autonomously together.
This is what beauty is.
And there is nothing we can do to make them worth more worth less.
We can not stuff them with money or diets or tanning salons or whitening creams.
They are already everything.
One day that is exactly how we will start treating them.
The absence of power and economic divides are nothing to mourn.
And as ashes we all look the same.



PS When it comes to form this isn’t really a poem, but oh well I’ve always prioritized the message before form – I hate form-obsessed poetry.
PS 2 This is the closest to being a hippie I will ever come. Happy New Year <3
PS 3 ”Money is the reason we exist, everyone know’s it, it’s a fact. KISS KISS”
PS 4 Once again one of the main themes is beauty. It’s because I’m tired of being constantly frustrated at having to decipher between what is objectification and what is somebody taking all of you in. Sometimes I feel like saying to hell with it and just smiling and being happy and taking it all is compliments, but that would be depoliticizing a subject that as a femme is very fucking political. I can give a 70 minute spoken word/performance art-show where I pour my whole heart out and than in the end somebody just tells me how great my legs look…

I'm you national anthem - money is the anthem 2012 is the revolution.

♥ "Money is the anthem of success So before we go out what's your adress?... Money is the reason We exist Everybody knows it, it's a fact Kiss, kiss... I'm your National Anthem Money is the anthem God, you're so handsome Money is the anthem Of success"...

"I sing the national anthem while I am standing over your body, hold you like a python and you can't keep your hands off me or your pants on. See what you've done to me, give me Chevron! You said to be cool, but I'm already coolest, you said to get real, don't you know who you're dealing with? Umm, do you think you'll buy me lots of diamonds? Yes, also a gun!"

Alltså den här låten sätter tonen för 2012 för mig. Jag lyssnar på den på repeat. Det är det apokalyptiska förebudet som påminner mig om The Pixies "Where Is My Mind" - fast med en ännu bättre text och teman som jag kan känna igen mig i. Och det är det som jag har fastnat för hos Lana del Rey - att hon skriver om många teman som jag också har skrivit om de senaste månaderna. Att vara överemotionell och känslosam. Att vara en empowered femme och strippa. Att blanda maskulina och feminina stereotyper med varandra - diamonds and guns. Liksom, när jag hörde Kinda Outta Luck för första gången så hade jag precis skrivit en performance dikt som inleddes med "I was born baaaaad" och så inleds Lana del Rey's låt på exakt samma sätt.

2.5 minuter av kvinnor som skjuter män ;-):


PS Jag tror att 2012 blir slutet för många saker, men framförallt början till något nytt och bättre. Revolution - Occupy-rörelsen, Egypten, kollapsen av flera medie-imperier - Jag längtar. Ser framemot. Är optimistisk inför framtiden.

GOTT NYTT 2012!

Lite grejer som jag skrivit och länkat till på facebook, umm

At times self-love is a very good alternative to bitterness - just make sure it never turns malignant and all-absorbing.

Feeling humility. Ready to ease myself into a hot steaming bath to the apocalyptic yet also life-affirming words and voices of PJ Harvey, Lana del Rey, Sylvia Plath, Ani Difranco, Alice Walker and Fiona Apple. Tonight I want no one to insert themself between myself and myself ♥

‎"Here is a hand to fill it and willing to bring tea cups and roll away head-aches and do whatever you tell it. Will you marry it?" "In 25 years she'll be silver, in 50 gold, a living doll everywhere you look, it can sew, it can cook, it can talk talk talk, it works, there is nothing wrong with it"


Länk till artikel som diskuterar varför melankoli kan vara viktigt. Enligt mig är melankoli är en av många delar av livet och om den aldrig är närvarande så har personen i fråga förmodligen inte reflekterat särskilt mycket över världen och dess position i det..

Citat från Jelinek's Älskarinnorna. Elfriede Jelinek vs. Heteropatriarchal & Capitalist power dynamics 1000-0 ♥ ♥

PS: INSPIRERANDE!!! REVOLUTION NÄRA!!

A stripper can be a professor and vice versa.

Det här borde vara helt självklart för alla, men många är så pass dumma så att de tror att alla sexarbetare måste vara dumma. För de som är så pass dumma finns den här listan "The 13 smartest porn stats of All time". I'm also a stripper with a college degree! Vi är alla mångfacetterade människor, vi måste bara tillåta oss själva att vara det mer. Jag vill tillåta mig själv att vara det på så många sätt som möjligt och sedan skriva om mina erfarenheter.

Och så säger Jenna Jameson många bra saker i det här klippet. Visst, hon är en del av mainstream-porrvärlden som absolut återproducerar många problematiska patriarkala strukturer, men Jameson argumenterar mot ytterligare problematiska patriarkala strukturer som återproduceras av människor som dumförklarar och/eller viktimiserar kvinnliga porrskådisar:


PS Fiona Apple can get you through even the darkest winter of the soul - and what happens between 3.40-4.00 in this clip just shows you why. Screaming out the heaviest stones in the stomach that weigh worlds!:


Hela albumet "Extraordinary Machine" är bland de mest deprimerande och upplyftande och life-affirming-albumen jag någonsin hört. Det är inte många som lyckas vara allt på samma gång. Fiona Apple lyckas verkligen. Och lämnar en med "If you don't have a date, celebrate, go out and sit on the lawn and do nothing - cuz it's just what you must do and nobody does it anymore... I'm better than fine"

The top of the mountain

This may seem to be about suicide, but it's about capitalism, egos that enclose themselves over others, people becoming conservative and jaded w/ age, people who elbow there way to the top not caring if anyone gets hurt on the way'n'last but not least Norms (Every word I write is 4 my fellow freaks)!

The top of the mountain

Heavy as gold and Giant tall.
On one side the cities people little like ants mean nothing to me
If I jump I am confident my fall will kill three
When a large stone falls it takes several small stones with it
On the opposite end the lights blink red and blue over the open sea
This was not how it looked when I grew up
The storm which brews hides the moon
And the stars
This doesn't disconcern me
Like the fright of eternity
Or what Catholics told me
Is the terrible journey towards god.
At the moment all the light I can see is man-made
So where is this god?
Way up high in that empty sky
If you get too close to the sun it will always burn you
Which is why people always keep there distance
From those who shine the brightest
Intensity is for freaks!
The road to success is the middle-way that just manages to stand out a little.
Enough to catch your eye.
But you don't have to go and blind everyone!

This can not be sustained for very long
I hurtle my teacup
And it shatters to meet the ground
As always the wind will not carry it
It's bits and pieces will soon be stepped on by a rabbit or a deer
Who's sores surely must get infected
And cause pain
And death
And my trip to the top of the mountain
Which once served to solidify life's meaning
Has made the world a worse place.

Att ge polisen handen!

Ha! Jag har gett polisen fingret förut, men ikväll markerade första gången som jag polisen HANDEN det vill säga "talk to the hand cuz the face ain't listenin"-handen. Polismannen var upptagen med att utnyttja sin makt och skälla ut någon och jag gick emellan och polisen hotade mig och jag gav honom HANDEN. Nästa gång kommer jag också att ge honom W:et för Whatever.

Fröjdefulla julbilder och fröjdefull juldikt.

Sorry for being such a negative crazy bitch, but my barbies taught me good =)




The perfectionist

Again I purr and stir off the scream from the familiar place
Where existential agony meets uncontainable physical desire
Why do you insist on governing my life?
When my pleas are for total self-sufficiency
Off with the head of all obsessive inclinations
Listen and let in the sin

Everyone who meets me agrees they have never seen anyone so alive
They are mistaken
For I am kicking just to stay alive
I do everything I want but I never allow myself to relax and enjoy it.
The moment.
It is not necessary for another breath to pass through
Do not waist it!
Only vodka and valium manage to silence it.
Too much of a perfectionist to live
Too much of a control freak to suicide
The tide reaches out
What will it bring
What will it take
Prophetically pathetic I know all too well what doesn't belong inside of me
Over-exposed like a negative of a person.
The morbid x-ray forbids me to hide
Spills out my guts for the students to examine

I can not fake sweet honey instead of bitter vinegar
It was you who taught me
Off Off
I did not call you at all.
I love you no more than a whale loves it's barnacles
I have wallowed in fear too long
I am fire
And you are ice.
I will not miss you when you are a puddle.

You wanted me to marry it
But instead I bury it.
Stomp it down 7, 8, 9 feet underground
Ghastly Ghost
You have no unfinished business here!
Poisoning everything inside
Fearing everything outside

And crazy they all say I'm as fun as a full amusement park
As I take my place in the circus of freaks
I always belonged there
But you frown at my failure.
All that talent put to waist.
The perfectionist does not know how to smile.
It can not learn.
It can not breath so it suffocates me.
It must be killed.
You can have so much fun with a gun.
Oh, dangerous girl!
You know exactly what you're doing!
Now that you've learned that climbing a tree and trying to reach every single branch at the same time leads to the fall, the fall.
Lucky you did not die learning.

No blood is shed.
But a self is recovered and rising.
Glowing.
Basking in the light for the first time.
Relaxing without bursting out in tears.
The heart - a home that no longer weighs worlds.
The pool a clear view mirror that shimmers and shines.
The reflection smiles back at me
I as I as I.

Yes we know it's Christmas Time...

Så jävla bra grej! Ned med postkolonialt patroniserande välgörenhetsarbete!!!

"Gundane said he hoped that his involvement with the song would turn him into an expert on British politics and economics in the same way ‘Do they know it’s Christmas’ had turned Geldof and Bono into the world’s leading experts on Africa."

Läs artikeln här.

Bilder, berättelser, Bieber.

"I must fight with all my strength to turn what little positive energy my poor health has left me toward aiding the revolution. The only real reason for living." - Frida Kahlo

In general I don't like Christmas - it's capitalism, it's christianity, it's the nuclear family - So I forbid Christmas-music. However this is so morbid so I gotta love it - the overt product placements all over the place and Justin Bieber acting like the alpha male to little school girl Mariah Carey (although he's 17 and she's over 40 they are still MAN AND WOMAN and gotta act their roles ya know).... Ahh, it's just too much ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥


Och så bläddrade jag igenom Ebba Witt-Brattströms "Å alla kära systrar" - säkert 200 bilder och alla som förekommer på bild är vita, förutom en liten bild på en frige Angela Davis-demonstration i Holland där en ser en bild på Angela Davis på ett plakat. Klart det är lätt att tycka att det där med intersektionalitet är tjafs när hela ens feminism består av vita (och heterosexuella?)...

Avslutningsvis. Amy - I love you I miss you.

Att kritisera misogyna hipstersnubbar som dissar Lana del Rey och sen börja mailväxla med - just det - Lana del Rey.

Jaja. Idag skrev jag följande statusuppdatering på facebook:

Annoying misogynist heterosexual hipster guys who hate on Lana Del Rey because she's "not really indie" (and they feel tricked by the indie estethics of her music video) and because she's had plastic surgery which they say means "she can't be focused on her music". Fuck off. You want your little innocent indie pixie dream girl and you never could take Marilyn Monroe or Sylvia Plath - so someone that combines the two of them makes you so scared. Overt sexuality has always frightened you and when she outsmarts you AND has ambition it sends you running and your only retaliation is "she's had plastic surgery so uhhh she must be a fake bimbo". #HATEMISOGYNISTHIPSTERDUDES

Och ja, artisten själv läste det, diggade det, lade till mig som vän på facebook och just nu diskuterar vi hur det är att vara high femme på punkställen. Vackert.

Dr. Freud thinks he knows why I am a femme-inist

Lashing out like a harrowing hourd of hounds
I never welcomed you
At 7 I outsmarted you
And you tried your luck at the traditional way to display dominance
But I never allowed any man to be in command
At 14 also you were outsped by my ferverous intensity
I did not learn the common decency of just shutting up

You repeatedly prefer to speak to me with your fists
Bow down kitty time to meet another one that packs a punch
It is the only language I understand
The only thing that gives you the fascists control that you so long for
Do you blaim daddy when your dark voice fails to frighten and instill the respect you've earned from absolutely nothing
I do not adore a fascist
The muscular prescense
The violent anti-mind
The habitual arrogance
It fails to bite on me
You always thought this was your trumph card
But for 18 years I have denied you power
Your stranglehold always managed to get untangled
The first time I was 7
But even than an anaconda can not catch a black widow
The stilettos may appear to immobolize me
Yet I live everyday using them as stakes in your hearts of shades of gray
You will never win.

So go back to daddy
Daddy's boy
Because I never was daddies girl
Little girl with the biggest mouth that will not be used to suck you off
It can bite
It can scream
It can tell you off off off
It always did
And you always feared my mouth.
It's erotic sensuality lured you in.
But you, you are not like me
And you try to hide your hard dick behind your hard fist
As my mouth chews you up and spits you out.


Bruising you brutally was just my warning
Enclosed the kill-energy
Exposed it will fuck you up
Without apologies
My adverse allergy to daddy bore me to this fierce femme
Now none of your toxins can penetrate me
Futile fools!
Drones, drones
Daring to challenge the Queen!
Stung, run
And dr. Freud is next
With his verdict
- That ressurect I am more devilish than I ever was before -
Red
Hovering overhead
Stinging his rotting corpse
And battering all the men that tried to behead me black blue
With the moon on my side
The whip
The burning light from your blazing stick
The gerilla militia hiding behind a shawl
There shall be absolutely no regrets

Imorgon kör jag "In burning - In bashing back - In blooming" i Göteborg!

Hoppas på att se många av er där: DECEMBER 20 kl. 19 - Kulturhuset Blå Stället, Angereds Torg 13 - Entré: 60 SEK for de med mer, 80 SEK for de med mindre. Biljetter går att köpa på plats, men om ni vill boka i förväg gör ni det här.

I övrigt så finns mitt femme-firande sexnovell från Ligga med P3 nu uppe på spotify för alla att njuta av i alla bemärkelser.
Sexnovell på spotify! Här är länken. "Femme faggot whores from hell, with politics on our sleeves, we fuck eachother like Thelma & Louise" INDEPENDENCE!

Och slutligen. När jag var 8 hörde jag låten "When a man loves a woman" för första gången. Jag ändrade texten till "When a man loves a woman, Baby he's gotta be gay maybe it's better that way". Already at 8 I was queering things up.

PUSS-KRAM!

Forced suicide 1994

When I was 8 I remember reading in the paper about a woman who had just been diagnosed with brain cancer and given one month left to live, who committed suicide with out telling anyone about her diagnosis. This image has stuck with me ever since and now I'm finally writing about her.

Forced suicide 1994

It was the brain that betrayed me in the first place
And proceeded to lock the door and swallow the key
I will not sustain this trecherous judas inside me any longer!
The extentions leading to the heart to the lungs cut off
By cancer, by drowning, by boiling, by force, by intention
And the final taste
The vomit pouring out of every orifice
And the final feeling
The fear rising up into panic paced by the hearts slowing
Mellowing down to none allowing the feelings to pass
While the lungs decide between deflation and explosion
And settle for the less dramatic alternative
Arms, legs waiting to be eaten
They have no choice in the matter of whom will do it.
But than again they were never in control.
The bloodstream always was poetry
It can not keep the flow going on its own
And stop the body from turning stale as ancient bread
Her warmth was the only thing she had going for her
Nobody will ever be living in here again.
Only the words have survived
In the future also the facebook-account to which no one has the password.
The rest - soil and air
And the legacy
A tumoltuos never ending love story
Undone by an infectious poison
A slight shift in the sun.

Excuse me for writing another morbid poem... I'm not skilled at writing pretty prose.

Staying at home on weekends is FUUUUN!

Ahh. Got so angry at that anti-feminist festival booker Håkan so I had to thrash around to Bikini Kill "The Singles" just to get all the energy around.

Cuz music is a revolutionary fucking power that changes lives. The first time I listened to this CD I was 18 and I learned what real femme-inist power and anger was about. I learned to walk tall and not accept any fucking bullshit and was enthralled by the raw real sexyness of "New Radio", the empowering Rebel Girl, the defiant "Demirep", the sex-positivity of "I Like Fucking", the telling off of the misogynist group-dynamic of straight dudes in "I hate danger". Fuck Off Håkan Karlsson "Did you win that race, did you score that point, are you so fucking cool fucking cool now, did you tell your fucking friends HOW PUNK FUCKING ROCK MY PUSSY SMELLS?"


Last night I went from thrashing to Bikini Kill to drinking tea and reading Anne Sexton and reworking one of my own performance pieces and than later umm Jude Law in Cruel Intentions on tv (sorry for being a dumb lookist, but GAAAH! And someone told me it was Ryan Phillipe, but I can't remember the names of all the people I've slept with so why would I remember the names of everyone that I've fantasized about?). I love staying in on weekends. And Malmö's nightlife doesn't inspire me - I'm moving soon...

Biggest literary inspirations of 2011: Sylvia Plath, Anne Sexton, Arundhati Roy, Elfriede Jelinek, Jamaica Kincaid.

Biggest musical inspirations of 2011: Diamanda Galas, PJ Harvey, Lana del Rey, Amy Winehouse, Antony & The Johnsons

Biggest political (and of course politics also influence my literary and musical inspirations! Yes it's fucking political, everything's political) inspirations of 2011: Angela Davis, Occupy Oakland, stripping, sex workers rights, bell hooks, Valerie Solanas, Karen Finley, deconstructing the societal view of rape being something that ruins your life, not doing activism or creating art in a homogenous bubble - not living your whole life in a homogenous bubble (it's when shifting outside of comfort zones that society can change), utilizing art in all its forms as a political tool and as always Femme and Riot Grrrl and Kathleen Hanna and Courtney Love (I WANT THEM TO MAKE FRIIIIIENDS!)

And I can't wait for 2012 and the revolution that it brings.

Emmaboda och jämställdheten.

Alltså. Det här uttalandet gör mig så förbannad på så många nivåer. Jag vill sparka honom med 15 cm klackar rakt in i rövhålet. Jag blir så arg. Så jävla jävla arg. He made my SHITLIST!

(Bild hämtad från min vän Tove Jonsson)

Mer Lana del Rey

Alltså: Tar en Courtney Love's bad grrrl-het, Sylvia Plath's besatthet av döden, Marilyn Monroe's femme fatale, Amy Winehouse's självdestruktiva kärleksliv så får en Lana del Rey. Jag älskar det. Och "Kinda Outta Luck" är den underbaraste låten jag hört på länge:


‎"Come take a walk on the wild-side, let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain, you like your girls insane"


"I heard that you love the bad girls honey, is it true?"


"They say I'm wasting time, they said that I'm no good. Cause I'ma love my life, not doing what I should. Call me poison ivy cause I'm far from good, Pretty from afar like a dark star."

"In burning - In bashing back - In blooming" - GÖTEBORG

After touring around Stockholm, Manchester, London, Amsterdam and Berlin for the past few weeks now "In burning - In bashing back - In blooming" is bringing its riot grrrl and queerfemme-energy to Gothenburg in Sweden - the last stop on the European Tour.

DECEMBER 20 7 PM - GÖTEBORG - Kulturhuset Blå Stället,
Angereds Torg 13 - Entrance Fee: 60 SEK for those with less, 80 SEK for those with more.

Lana del rey, Angela Davis och Occupy.

Jag älskar Lana del rey. Kinda outta luck - fierce femme theme-song. Om jag börjar jobba som strippa igen kan ni räkna med att det är denna jag ska göra entré till:

"I was born bad, But then I met you. You made me nice for a while, but my dark side's true. Femme fatale, always on the run Diamonds on my wrist, whiskey on my tongue Before I give back, I gotta get drunk So get over here, pour me a cold one. Babe you can see that I'm danger, The moment of heat I'm deranged yeah Teetering off of the stage, yeah Is it wro-ong that I think it's kinda fun when I hit you in the back of the head with a gun, my daddy's in the trunk of his brand new truck, I really want him back but I'm kinda outta luck. I was a dangerous girl You were too nice for this world And now I'm back on the prowl Who wants to give it a whirl?"

"T-R-O-U-B-L-E, trouble is what feels good to me, crazy ass since I was 3, now Im out to get ya" "Gramma said that somewhere out there there's a good man waiting for meI wanna be the whole worlds girl gramma, tell me do you think that's wrong?"


Och så Occupy-rörelserna på västkusten i USA och Kanada, som stängde ned nästan alla västkust-hamnar under en period i förrgår. Störst var Occupy Oakland och där höll Angela Davis ytterligare ett fantastiskt tal. Först om makt, förtryck, ilska, revolution och avslutar allt med att tala om kärlek, community och kreativitet. Angela Davis I ♥ u. And peace without justice is just an excuse for continuing oppression is my message to all the hippies out there.

Poe Liberado

Om 3 dagar får jag krama den här människan. En av mina bästa vänner i hela världen. De sista 5 minutrarna är mind-boggling i sin intensitet och politiska skärpa. Och jag har aldrig känt igen mig så mycket i en text som någon annan skrivit. Poe... Jag älskar dig! TACK FÖR DIG och dina ord och allt som du är!!!

"In burning - In bashing back - In blooming" goes AMSTERDAM

After touring around Stockholm, Manchester, London and Berlin for the past few weeks now "In burning - In bashing back - In blooming" is bringing its riot grrrl and queerfemme-energy to Amsterdam.

DECEMBER 10 9 PM - AMSTERDAM - De Peper @ OT301 Overtoom 301, 1054 HW Amsterdam Entrance Fee: Sliding scale 4-6 Euros depending on how much you can afford.

IN BURNING - IN BASHING BACK - IN BLOOMING - A SPOKEN WORD AND PERFORMANCE ART-MUSICAL BY ALEXANDER ALVINA CHAMBERLAND

”Those who have suffered understand suffering and thereby extend their hand, the storm which brings harm also makes the grass grow fertile” – Patti Smith

”Sometimes all reflective human beings struggle with feelings of emptiness and everything being meaningless. Does the realization of deep oppression and all the darkness in the world require suicide? No, it requires revolt!” – Quote from the play

A personal account on processing and surviving being raped in a society that says it will ruin your life and regaining – and gaining new – strength. Through yourself, through support, through solidarity, through SCREAMING, through activism. Riot Grrrl meets queerfemme-inist performance art meets dark musical. Featuring music by Bikini Kill, PJ Harvey, Le Tigre, Hole, Christina Aguilera, TLC, Nina Simone, Diamanda Galas, L7, Amy Winehouse and CocoRosie. The production is in English. Co-director Angie Negin Rad. Photo: Idios. Length: 70 minutes

* trigger warning since the play features the reenactment of a sexual assault

The following is a clip from a scene in the production in its raw, unfinished beginning stages "This little limp wrist turns into a fucking fist": http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7HYfRAqMcw8
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ABOUT THE PERFORMER:

Alexander Alvina Chamberland is 25 years old and lives in Sweden, but is born and raised in San Francisco, California. Alexander is an anarchist and queerfeminist leftist-activist, poet, performance artist and writer. They completed their bachelor in gender studies at Lunds University in the spring of 2011.

Alexander is co-founder of The Queertopia Festival and has had article’s publicized in many of Sweden’s largets newspapers (DN, Aftonbladet, Svenska Dagbladet, Göteborgs Posten and Sydsvenska Dagbladet etc) and has taken part in tv- and radio-programs like Lantz i P1, the sex show Ligga med P3, Studio Ett, Generation Z, SVT Debatt, Aktuellt and SVT:s morning program, where they once arrived dressed as a Black Swan. They have performed in Berlin, San Francisco, Malmö, Toronto, Copenhagen, Stockholm, London and Amsterdam.

Occupy all of the west coat ports 12th of december!!!

WOW!!!! This makes me happy in such a real and pure way. And they end the clip with X-Ray Spex. Revolution is truly coming and there has never been more hope.

Mikael Wiehe...

Alltså hans låt om Valerie Solanas är så dålig på alla sätt. Eller som Valerie Solanas-facebookkonto skriver:

"Some Swedish dude "singer/song-writer" wrote a really bad song about me. Or wait I mean created "GREAT ART" about me. I google-translated the lyrics "When you look into the mirror and hate what you see, am I the one you want to kill Valerie?" OK. MR. MAN I'll answer your question: When I look into the mirror I LOVE WHAT I SEE, but yes you're just the type that I wanna kill off!!! Valerie Solanas You AND the pope! It's fucked that you made a song with lyrics that basically are just you pouring out patronizing sympathy and victimization from your priviledged white straight cis-man-position - and I want none of it, I want none of you MICHAEL!!!!! Fuck off. WE WON'T GIVE UP, WE WILL FUCK THINGS UP - SCUM!!!!!"

Island erkänner palestina, England generalstrejkar, queerfemme-revolution - It won't be long!

Är i Berlin - vilket alltid är inspirerande. Ikväll 21.30 kör jag min föreställning på Theater Spiel Raum Space på Bethanien. Igår var jag på femme-träff på Silver Future och det var förstås som alltid fantastiskt.

I tisdags och onsdags var jag i London och uppträdde. Det gick jättebra. Men mest fyllde London mig med tankar - kring nutid, kring historia, kring kolonialism, kring kapitalism. Jag vill inte bo i London, men jag älskar att hälsa på. Framförallt nu. Det händer grejer. Den offentliga sektorn hade en historisk generalstrejk i onsdags - två miljoner demonstrerade på gatorna!!! Jag säger då det - The Revolution - It won't be long!!!

Jag besökte även både Amy's och Sylvia Plath's hus och upprördes över att det stod "This is where the poet W.B. Yeats lived" på huset där Sylvia dog. Fucking jävla patriarkat. Kunde de inte skrivit med Sylvia också liksom?!

I Delhi är det Queerfestival och Pride-tider och jag vill vara där!!!

Och Island blir första stat i Västeuropa att tillerkänna Palestina's status. Äntligen. Och självklart är det Island som leder vägen - precis som deras antikapitalistiska agenda i kölvattnet av finanskrisen kom långt innan Occupy-rörelsen svepte över hela världen och nu jävlar händer det grejer överallt!!! Som sagt: It won't be long!