Who
is... Donna Barr? Donna
Barr has been drawing since 1954, writing since 1962, published since 1986,
and publishing since 1996.
She has a Bachelors' Degree in German, and
is a veteran of the United States Army (1970-1973).
Readers worldwide
follower her THE DESERT PEACH, STINZ, BOSOM ENEMIES, HADER
AND THE COLONEL, among others.
She is recognized by her peers as
a pioneer in the field of drawn books and their use in new technologies of distribution
and reproduction. She is a contributor to the world's largest webcomics site,
moderntales.com, and its affiliate
sites.
She achieved her lifetime career goal in 2004 when her life's
work -- past, present and future -- has been accepted as part of the San Diego
State University's Library's Special Collection, and will be available to students
and professors for research, and to the public for exhibits.
She can
be emailed at barr at stinz dot com (remove spam barriers). She answers. Keep
the sentences short.
But We LOOOOOOVE You! Or: JunkFlesh III By Donna Barr
Yes! I’m back! I’ve been in Boston getting my teeth fixed (Health Tourist, that’s me). So now I have enough gold in my jaws to pay Charon. Which, considering what I get up to, I may need any day now.
Good news: We’ve found extra copies of Desert Peach #2: see here. It should be available very soon.
Now I don’t have to pay attention to my choppers, I can get back to chewing on the people who so deserve it. And throw all the stuff I’ve been saving into one long column (the next one will be about publishing geekery, so get your jollies NOW).
I’ve already said this, but you can’t say it too many times: what is WITH the Decent Christians who stand around whining that THEY're not Right-wing fundamentalists while the Fundies go for blood after gay people and women and any other group they think they can gut? Where were the decent Christians facing down the Fundies -- and I mean GETTING IN THEIR FACES -- in San Francisco during the gay marriages? HUH? I was there. A guy with a “Love the sinner, not the sin” sign was SO easy to goad:
“You wanna kill me, don’t you?” With the sparkly deely-bobbers on our heads, everybody just assumed Roberta and I were a couple. We even got roses, which we couldn’t really turn down gracefully, but once we had roses nobody else bothered us with them. Not that I’m bothered when I get roses or anything. I’ll take anything I can get. Anyway --
This guy looked shocked and said, “No, no, we love you – .”
“No you don’t. NO you Don’t. You hate how we make love. You hate our having sex together. You want to see us dead.”
“No! I love you!” By this time he’s going red in the face.
“I can see the hate in your face. You’re going red as a beet! You would just love to reach out and take me by the throat, wouldn’t you? You hate me hate me hate me!”
I was praying he would – just drop that hypocritical sign and snatch me by the gullet -- those cameras would have swung around from those ranting Christians in split second (they’re fun to stand behind and make talky movements with your hands).
Christian Demonstrator Tries To Strangle Lesbian At Gay Weddings. There are worse causes to die for.
Anyway, Roberta thought it was funny – she sat there on the steps with her hands over her mouth and just cackled.
I'll side with decent Christians when they remember their founder: somebody willing to get nailed to a TREE for shooting off his big mouth.
Anybody else who claims to be a "Christian" and isn't in jail for facing the kind of people who bomb women's health-care clinics is forgetting the BIGGEST sin in his or her own bible --
HYPOCRISY.
Recovering Catholic. Been there, done that, reason I LEFT.
Movie Review:
You wanna see a sick piece of shit: A. I. What is WRONG with Spielberg? We already know that Kubrick's idea of a woman was to have her as the nice flower arrangement on the side. Combining that with Spielberg's mommi fixation and you get the throw-away one-day womanette. Blagh. Vomit. Sick sick sick. Woman as condom. Woman as light-switch mother unit. GAG.
Oh, I just realized, and I should tell you that the reason women ask for huge favors is cuz huge favors get asked of US. And often we fill in. So what a guy calls a huge favor is what is everyday in a woman's life. We're ALWAYS taking on a billion cares and troubles for people around us, especially the guys and the kids. Fact.
It's the same reason that we don't pay people a lot -- we don't understand the higher pay levels because we don't usually get them. One guy I asked for a favor just went squirmy, until I realized what I did was treat him like a woman. So when's the pajama party? And are you bringing the lipstick?
Leanne Franson sent me some of her killer minis.
First of all, I've been laughing my butt off at the books. And the childhood trauma of softball made my throat catch. I still hate that game. Me and my geeky friends purposely threw a game in 6th-grade camp so we wouldn’t have to take part in the stupid softball tournament. Teacher later tromped up to me:
“Well, you lost again!”
Me to myself as she stomped away (I was a little child and they hit us): “Made you lose, too.”
This is the secret. If you don’t care about losing something, and everybody else does, you have them by the balls. You would not believe the number of things you care about that I do not give a whip about. Your country, your flag, your kids. Most of you don’t give a damn about what I consider sacred – so tit for tat. You want me to worry about your starry or barry rags – you get your hands off my cedar trees.
Sex Roles:
I'm straight only because I met and married Dan early on. We've both agreed that our sexes don't matter -- we're like the Peach and Rosen. We'd have hooked up if one of us were a MULE (well, in some ways Dan is a mule, and so ha ha on YOU).
Passing:
Animals mistake me for male, and are horribly embarrassed when they see the mistake. Prostitutes have mistaken me for male, and if you think the animals are embarrassed. Why? You know what I look like. I think it's pheramones. I SMELL boy. The "wrong" smell blurs the sight centers. Bet Patrick Sueskind's "Perfume" for a juicy version (and the BEST translation from the German I've ever seen!).
Maybe now I’m a crone I will dump this extra testosterone. I’ve been awfully calm lately over stuff that would normally make me shriek my brains out. And I don’t hate my tits any more.
Free speech:
Those people claim you’re infringing on their free speech when you come right back at them. I'm all for free speech. But what do so many of these people do? They use their right of free speech to prevent somebody else from having their rights.
Let's take this to the logical extreme (it's the little German in me, and I’m snapping to attention.):
If you have a right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness (I'm going with the US model here):
If you take someone's life, you lose your life.
If you take someone's liberty, you lose your liberty.
IF -- you take someone else's pursuit of happiness, do you lose your right to pursue your own happiness -- including free speech? If you don’t let other people have sex the way they want, with whom they want – you get a chastity belt?
Think of this as lawyer-mind working. If the first two are used -- what about the third?
In other words, don't do this shit if you don't want it to backfire. And we can talk all we want about how WE (and why us?) have to look reasonable. I'm talking about what happens. Why do WE have to look reasonable all the time?
We're fighting for our lives. Screw reasonable.
From Engineer (reader of Submission Engine) Ann Nichols:
“Regarding men and violence against women: I've noticed that men can become extremely upset when violence of any kind happens to women or girls whom they love even when they don't care about violence being done to the women they don't love.
“Guess what, guys? The women and girls you love are NOT loved by almost ALL of the OTHER men in the world. Every time you laugh or applaud some other guy putting over something on a “cunt” or using her or discarding her, YOU are helping to perpetuate the attitude that will make your beloved wives, mothers, grandmothers, aunts, great-aunts, sisters, daughters, nieces, female cousins and female friends seem like LAWFUL PREY to all those other men in the world!”
And me on kindness to my fellow monkeys:
Every time I hear Red Staters (Raters? Sed?) decrying science I just think: "Well, there are more kids out of the competative pool, and more cheap serfs."
Ya know, America NEEDs its cheap serfs. It’s how we built this country, and the system still can’t work without it. Slaves. Who don't think, who want daddy to take care of them, who don't want to know.
Why don't we just LET them be the cheap serfs? They seem to be happy that way. And since we're subsidizing them and their farms and industries, we get to tell them how to live, and what to do with their farms and industries.
It's a lot easier being a domestic animal -- why are we worrying about them or their kids?
I do NOT care that some government schill outted one of the state's own little Gestapo. They're all in it together -- and secrets are dangerous. This woman was a CIA agent, and NOT our friend. The more spies and government agents of all countries all over the world who get their cover blown, the better. Screw those sneaky secret-mongering clowns.
We have REAL things to worry about. Theft of our forests. Murdered Iraqi children. Minorities being shot in the head. Toxic water and air. A crumbling environment and infrastructure. The rights of women -- which means the rights of all of us.
Get off this stupid Rove thing -- which is a damn red herring and we all know it -- and get into some MEAT. This is a waste of our time, our attention, and our resources.
A waste of our LIVES.”
(However, we need to get Rove on all the shit he’s been doing, so if, as one friend pointed out, we can get this version of John Dillinger for tax evasion, then more power to MoveOn).
Fun things to do at Airport Security (all of which I’ve done and they’re very satisfying):
As you remove your jacket or shoes, hum The Stripper
Don’t take your shoes off ‘till the last minute – and if anybody asks you why, snap, “Only prisoners sluff along in line in their socks.” Wear very high-laced shoes or boots and sit on their tables to undo them (slowly) and take them off.
Baa like a sheep in line. Or moo like a cow.
Drop your ID and say, “Oops! Dropped my plasteek!”
Reply to snapped orders with a very loud and pointed “You’re welcome” until snapper begins to mumble “please” and “thank you.”
Admittedly this will get your baggage damaged and things stolen – been there, done that – but pack the good stuff with you and just accept it as part of the good fight. It’s SOOOOO worth it.
And a very neat lady, Amy Schneider: http://www.amyschneiderart.blogspot.com. We went mushrooming together. Amy is a hoot, and her dogs are a tiny hairy comedy team.
