
A warning: Let's just assume that all of the links in this post are gloriously NSFW.
We're told that the upcoming Berkeley-area show Sins Invalid is "hot activism," which sounds awesome, except that it's what, exactly? Is it "hot" like sexy, or "hot" like capri pants in 2000? We're guessing that it's a stab at sexiness, since the subtitle is "an unshamed claim to beauty in the face of invisibility" and the description is "a re/view of embodiment, with performers and video artists stripping taboos off of sexuality and disability."
Whew, that's a mouthful, even without the made-up words.
So, your sex life involves a wheelchair. That's just dandy. Some folks' sex lives involve muscle hunks, some folks grind around with BBWs, some folks like inflatable bosoms or giraffe-newt things or soap operas or food or gibberish. And still other folks like nullo -- Google it if you don't know what it is, but for God's sake don't use the image search. So if you think that there's something Earth-shatteringly different about invalids having sex, then you've probably don't know how to use the Internet. Now that's a disability.
And all of those sexual interests -- each one, a tiny petal in the big, beautiful, revolting bouquet that is human sexuality -- are perfectly fine and lovely and fascinating ... UNTIL YOU INVOLVE A POETRY READING. Then it is a crime against humanity; it has outraged public decency; it is a condition injurious to persons and property and it must be avoided at all costs.
Okay, that is all. Enjoy the links, kids!



I object to your objection on technical, (but not aesthetic) grounds.
A poetry reading in the course of public sex is clearly S&M. Nipple clamps, poetry readings, scrotal torture play ... same ball of wax in my book.
The only twist is that, in this instance, the exhibitionist takes pleasure in the agony of the voyeur.
See? Another tiny petal.