tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75756393170185357782024-02-07T08:35:56.854+02:00Fallopian Falafel - אשת חיל ZineJerusalem-based feminist zine for the Israeli publicHadasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950383267131278694noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575639317018535778.post-74465405981189454302014-09-14T11:58:00.001+03:002014-09-14T11:59:32.692+03:00Redirect to PMSThis blog is no longer active because the zine is no longer active.<br />
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The new zine I produce is a perzine called Purple Myrtle Squeegy - A PMS Perzine. Here are a few links that you can go to in order to find out more about me and about the zine. All requests for trades or purchases or snail mail or art exchange may be made via those links:</div>
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<a href="http://http//hadass420.wordpress.com/">Hadass420 Blog</a></div>
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Hadasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950383267131278694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575639317018535778.post-10660819606821982692011-05-31T15:48:00.003+03:002014-09-14T12:35:11.182+03:00This blog is no longer active because the zine is no longer active.<br />
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The new zine I produce is a perzine called Purple Myrtle Squeegy - A PMS Perzine. Here are a few links that you can go to in order to find out more about me and about the zine. All requests for trades or purchases or snail mail or art exchange may be made via those links:</div>
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<strong>About the Zine</strong><br /><em>Fallopian Falafel – אשת חיל</em> is a non-profit, Jerusalem-based feminist zine established in May, 2007. It deals with feminism in Israel, in all its forms of expression (third-wave, riot grrrl, religious movements, etc.), and it aims to spread awareness about the ongoing need for feminism to the Israeli public. It is worth noting that despite its secular leftist nature, the zine is neither anti-religious nor anti-Zionist.<br />Editor-in-chief: Hadass Ben-Ari</div>
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<em>May 31, 2011</em>The last issue of Fallopian Falafel is now published. And now that I'm listening to a sad classical guitar melody, this does not warrant an exclamation mark. However, the good news is that it is an absolutely explosive issue, so don't be alarmed if your processor has trouble processing the awesomeness of it. You can download the full version of it on PDF or order it from me.<br />It's been a great ride. I had an awesome time with all the contributors and the Riot Grrrls I've met throughout my zine-production and thank you so much to each and every one of you. Keep up with me on my blog <a href="http://hadass420.wordpress.com/">here</a>. Or send me some love here: <a href="mailto:fallopian.falafel@gmail.com">fallopian.falafel@gmail.com</a>.<br />With pink skull kisses,<br />Hadass.</div>
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<em>February 28, 2011</em>It is with great regret that I inform you that I will be taking an indefinite hiatus from Fallopian Falafel – the zine that has been my rock, my shield and my sword for the past four years. It was a hard but eventual decision to make as I plan to focus all my spare time and energy on a much bigger writing project – my book. The decision is also based on my plan for self-publishing, and for that end, I need to save up as much money as I can and zine-publishing is not within my budget.<br />So, to the ISSUE at hand – the last issue of Fallopian Falafel must be an explosive one in order to go out in a BANG! The topic is therefore grrrlVIRUS. It will include articles on absolutely anything you want to get out of your system. GrrrlVIRUS submissions, Riot Grrrl and all things grrrl. Issues that have been covered, or those that have not, things that need to be said, drawn, photographed, painted, designed, composed… This is YOUR issue, YOUR say, YOUR territory. Invade it, own it, infect it. Kill the disobedient, enslave the weak.<br />- Religion<br />- Homosexuality<br />- Music<br />- International Woman’s Day<br />- Beauty/self-image<br />- Eating disorders<br />- Natural beauty products/recipes for home-made cosmetics<br />- Pop culture<br />- Female body<br />- The period<br />- Love/relationships/marriage<br />- Pregnancy and abortion<br />- Sexual violence<br />- Breasts/ bras/plastic surgery/cancer<br />- Virginity<br />- DIY<br />- Career women and homemakers<br />- Recipes<br />- Feminist men<br />- Riot Grrrl/grrrlVIRUS<br />- Feminist activism<br />The topics are unlimited, uncut and uncensored. So take control and smash the patriarchy with your pen. I want all your contributions for this finale.<br /><strong>Deadline:</strong> April 15, 2011<br />To end on a positive note, this is not a goodbye forever. The spirit lives on and the virus is spreading and evolving. I will still be calling on you awesome people for reinforcement for the revolution. And Fallopian Falafel may still be resurrected, because A True Riot Grrrl Never Dies.<br />With pink skull kisses,<br />Your badass editor.</div>
<img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilo-FO6uXkWCQTGkCMQpOicoVDGo4neWiPRqt1bPiRuULLZu8kqChG_hDMaaVN5sgU9SGUelerCkZhgItMzDbYdDLMy6de1UbV9o_20OLMWssEscSdK5HAvErt2zGNuhV2I5Ge9ukCeew/s320/antibiotic.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578647830879604306" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 256px;" /><em>January 21, 2011</em>Fallopian Falafel Issue 15 is finally out, dude! This special issue on feminist men includes submissions by both men and women, interviews with two self-proclaimed feminist men, some Judaism-oriented pieces on the topic, some pieces exploring the reality or the myth of feminist men, poems and more. The Riot Grrrl Corner is also dedicated to an Israeli male singer who likes to bluntly express his feminist stance onstage - Aviv Geffen! Check out samples of the paper copy <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2011/01/paper-copy-of-issue-15.html">here</a>, and the respective articles <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2011/01/articles-from-issue-15.html">here</a>. To order this non-macho yet still muscle-pumping issue, go <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">here</a>. Or download a free PDF copy <a href="http://www.mediafire.com/file/9k7d9lj7gkq511d/ZineLayout-Issue15.pdf">here</a>.<br />
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<em>September 19, 2010</em>Issue 14 on Kitchen Women and Career Women is now published! It features articles about juggling between having a career and family life, and how can we as women manage both while keeping ourselves somewhat sane! It also features a fun little cookbook with recipes provided by the contributors of the zine. Feel free to try them out as they all look awesome. Check out some sample <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2010/09/paper-copy-of-issue-14.html">scans</a> and <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2010/09/articles-from-issue-14.html">words</a> of wisdom.</div>
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<em>August 27, 2010</em>I was interviewed for the blog Zine Weekly! Check it out <a href="http://zineweekly.blogspot.com/2010/08/zinester-interview-07.html">here</a>.</div>
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<em>June 30, 2010</em>Issue 14 of FF Zine is now open for submissions. The topic is Kitchen Women and Career Women.<br />Basically I am looking for articles about modern feminist views on "women in the kitchen". Whereas early feminists set out to prove that a woman can and should have a career, and said that women should get out of the kitchen and take to the streets, the modern view is that being a homemaker (which I find is a much nicer word than housewife) is already a full-time job. So as women today do have careers, some choose to be a wife and mother, and that there is no shame in either choices.<br />Here are some ideas for brainstorming:<br />- How is being a wife and mother a full-time job?<br />- What would you prefer, running a company or running a family?<br />- How can a woman balance between her professional life and family life?<br />- What benefits does having a career offer that having a family doesn't, and vice versa?<br />- Is being a Kitchen Woman really limiting? How can being a Career Woman be limiting?<br />- Culinary delights: I want RECIPES, people! I suggest that anyone contributing anything should include a recipe along with the submission, even if it's just some funky way of making an omelet. I want this issue to be a semi-cookbook! (Please keep it kosher - and if you're unsure about whether or not a recipe you have in mind is kosher, get in touch with me)<br />- Any ideas you may have, you are limited solely by your imagination!<br />As always, you may send in art, poems, articles, personal stories, fiction stories, cartoons, photography or any print material you wish to express yourself with.<br />Please remember that contributions are entirely voluntary, and every contributor receives a free copy of the zine.<br />Deadline: August 20, 2010<br />Send to: <a href="mailto:fallopian.falafel@gmail.com">fallopian.falafel@gmail.com</a> </div>
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<em>June 22, 2010</em>Issue 13 on DIY is published! Or rather, photocopied, collated, folded and stapled *phew*. It features CD reviews, zine reviews, Sue's model Sukkah, my mom's Lechemoach, random Intermax comix, the dress Courtney Love wore when Frances Bean was conceived, a crapload of stars... and much more!<br />There is also a piece about Hannah Greenberg's new book "Oblivious to the Obvious: Wishfully Mindful Parenting." You can order the book <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Oblivious-Obvious-Wishfully-Mindful-Parenting/dp/9655440036/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid-1272829254&sr=1-1">here</a>.<br />Excerpts of it can be seen <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2010/06/paper-copy-of-issue-13.html">here</a> and read <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2010/06/articles-from-issue-13.html">here</a>. Since this is a DIY issue, there is no PDF version available for download. But the hard copy is much better anyway and it's much cheaper than the other issues - $1.00 or 3.50 NIS! Contact me at <a href="mailto:fallopian.falafel@gmail.com">fallopian.falafel@gmail.com</a> to get your very own copy. </div>
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<em>May 13, 2010</em>Issue 12 is now published!!! The virginity issue is cherry-yummy, and contains mostly poems about virginity, and stories of cherry popping. It talks about how different women experience their virginity and their loss of it (or rather do not consider it a loss but a new way to experience their body and sexuality). This issue also focuses a little more on the "Falafel" part of the zine and includes a special segment on Yom Ha'atzmaut, the 62nd anniversary of the State of Israel.<br />View <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2010/05/paper-copy-of-issue-12.html">scans</a> or read sample <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2010/05/articles-from-issue-12.html">articles</a>, or download the full <a href="http://www.mediafire.com/file/y42noo5mdak/ZineLayout-Issue12.pdf">PDF version</a>. Or better yet, order your very own copy by contacting Yours Truly :-)</div>
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As an aside - do not forget to send your DIY submissions! Deadline: June 10. Contact me, or read below for more ideas/information. </div>
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<em>May 3, 2010</em>Issue 12 is not yet published but will be shortly.<br />Meanwhile, here is a call for submissions for Issue 13 of Fallopian Falafel which will be all DIY!<br />For this particular issue, I will try my best to use the computer as little as possible, which means that Adobe InDesign will be nowhere in sight, and the entire issue will be laid out by hand, the authentic way of laying out a zine, with scissors, glue and a typewriter.<br />As always, you may send in art, poems, articles, personal stories, fiction stories, cartoons, photography or any print material you wish to express yourself with. And if you wish to contribute to the DIY cause, you can send it all in hard copy by snail mail, hand-written or printed on a deluxe vintage pink typewriter (preferably in black and white, because that's how it will be printed).<br />Ideas for this topic may include:<br />- What does DIY mean to you<br />- What can you do with DIY, and what are the limitations, if any<br />- Reasons why DIY rocks<br />- All things that can be considered DIY: writing, publishing, drawing, sewing, knitting, art, music, cooking…<br />- How can DIY help the feminist/riot grrrl cause<br />- All your DIY creations<br />- Any ideas you may have, you are limited solely by your imagination!<br />Aside from all that, <strong>if you are an independent writer, poet, publisher, cartoonist or musician, you are strongly encouraged to send a sample of your art (demotape, zine, blog, comics, or any other DIY creations) for review in this issue. </strong></div>
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Contact me for more information if you would like to send me some DIY lovin'!<br />With pink skull kisses,<br />The Badass.</div>
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PS - I started a new perzine, called The Purple Myrtle Squeegy. It's a very different format, style and production method than Fallopian Falafel, in the sense that it's only me, and only DIY, no contributors, no comp, no printer and no Adobe. You may check it out <a href="http://hadassegol.blogspot.com/">here</a>.</div>
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<em>March 23, 2010</em>Fallopian Falafel is now accepting submissions for its 12th issue which will focus on virginity.<br />But before we get into that, check out the <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-from-adams-rib.html">translation</a> of the article on Fallopian Falafel and Hadass that appeared in Germany's Missy Magazine! Special thanks to Noa for the translation.<br />Back to the subject at hand. For issue 12 on Virginity, you may send in art, poems, articles, personal stories, fiction stories, cartoons, photography or any print material you wish to express yourself with.<br />Ideas for this topic may include:<br />- Sexual pressure women and girls are faced with<br />- Terminology (the effect of words such as prude, frigid, etc.)<br />- Chastity tools including rings, belts, contracts, etc.<br />- Religious views on virginity<br />- Reviews of books on virginity (I got a lot of suggestions for that one, so it's definitely acceptable)<br />- Where is the "loss" in "losing" your virginity?<br />- Medical facts on what is the hymen, what it looks like, etc.<br />- Cherry recipes for pies, cakes or whatever your culinary genius compells you to share.<br />- Any ideas you may have, you are limited solely by your imagination!<br />Please remember that contributions are entirely voluntary, and every contributor receives a free copy of the zine.<br />Send submissions to <a href="mailto:fallopian.falafel@gmail.com">fallopian.falafel@gmail.com</a><br />Deadline: April 10, 2010 (I apologize for the relatively late notice) </div>
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<em>February 17, 2010</em>Fallopian Falafel Issue 11 on Breasts is now published and is packed with super articles on all topics related to our bust - stories, poems and artwork about breast cancer, breastfeeding, bras, nipple piercings and more. The Riot Grrrl Corner features a band I strongly urge all you Riot Grrrl fans to check out - The Cathy Santonies. It also features an exclusive interview with Radio Santoni, lead vocalist and bassist of the band. Check out some <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2010/02/articles-from-issue-11.html">excerpts</a> or <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2010/02/paper-copy-of-issue-11.html">scans</a>, or click <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">here</a> to order the issue. </div>
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<em>August 29, 2009</em><br />Germany's <em>Missy Magazine</em> published a full-length article on Fallopian Falafel and the Riot Grrrl scene in Jerusalem (I think... it's in German, so I could only understand the pictures, hehe)<br />Check it out <a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?cty0eg2jnmm">here</a>.<br />Special thanks to Chris Kover, Sebastian Ingenhoff and Roland Wilhelm for the awesome job and promotion!<br />Missy Magazine <a href="http://www.missy-magazine.de/">official site</a>. </div>Hadasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950383267131278694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575639317018535778.post-45905735882135815772011-05-31T15:28:00.005+03:002011-05-31T15:39:33.161+03:00Paper Copy of Issue 16Below are some samples of the paper copy of Issue 16. To see these articles in text format for easy reading, click <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2011/05/articles-from-issue-16.html">here</a>. Click <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">here</a> or contact <a href="mailto:fallopian.falafel@gmail.com">fallopian.falafel@gmail.com</a> to order the full zine in hard copy or PDF format.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHIOHrw64xfJUmMmekXjspcxdH4JA8kpZT5JYT96v2Rvmgw1ouZ_tQ5Cmzhyphenhyphent4KdMIRiydj-btkoM8IkvYXhEAcuAG3ei724qFbZCgxDp0eo8TDpSmP-urvLbE64ltGAgEYFpqrOJtzzM/s1600/Issue16-grrrlvirus.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612857698699290258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHIOHrw64xfJUmMmekXjspcxdH4JA8kpZT5JYT96v2Rvmgw1ouZ_tQ5Cmzhyphenhyphent4KdMIRiydj-btkoM8IkvYXhEAcuAG3ei724qFbZCgxDp0eo8TDpSmP-urvLbE64ltGAgEYFpqrOJtzzM/s400/Issue16-grrrlvirus.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPz8k1dl-R085w6yZuzIHMdC2rqelgdk4X8dOvYs5vlQVu-zcjZjdbmVxsTR6Z1DrvbEqsk9vNe5iRTZ1MUlsFVT7cTBne3MLihXrumhMso50MI1y8dpK0N4fyXspPav5FvkW8IFjxjdY/s1600/Intro16.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 255px; 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HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612857532334117218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglDfVvIr09Ycwp7jg5qbFybsIA8mPePQf3heSqQowgoxJrsqczNYVNCsX1QsdM_suXibGr4Pp-gS24cXs1D-x2C2aj0pq80JynyTa_BGJhX2Uw9JaVkty2_LEPM2Zjbxb62bFvXJo42hU/s400/RiotGrrrl-5-1.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRo3-lhKfs8lVjfix43YLahwY_si9TLRJPi2kYjjarpXoaeTAM9-Kp0n7i5wRkJRJEEaeCxsGZLGzjvDZpYVQ4iHRnF8870tu-1Do7fwQuGur-NaVG8yM5Fs8IqkeIHxcbrN4XozBeRXY/s1600/RiotGrrrl-5-2.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 260px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612857526733304498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRo3-lhKfs8lVjfix43YLahwY_si9TLRJPi2kYjjarpXoaeTAM9-Kp0n7i5wRkJRJEEaeCxsGZLGzjvDZpYVQ4iHRnF8870tu-1Do7fwQuGur-NaVG8yM5Fs8IqkeIHxcbrN4XozBeRXY/s400/RiotGrrrl-5-2.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpI9ACwTHI1vy5MonVRscLWdAlgaZ2YHbhpGv1GOHGRqPWl1q6S1geFJ8XCk14EWmW5jh1tFlAM5wtWqeMqla-bEo4EAJqV5HmJrPEGPp1JCUn_o8kvXkLmaI6-qxs2dHWWam5z6AldA8/s1600/ForBeauty-6.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 260px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612857524912891922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpI9ACwTHI1vy5MonVRscLWdAlgaZ2YHbhpGv1GOHGRqPWl1q6S1geFJ8XCk14EWmW5jh1tFlAM5wtWqeMqla-bEo4EAJqV5HmJrPEGPp1JCUn_o8kvXkLmaI6-qxs2dHWWam5z6AldA8/s400/ForBeauty-6.JPG" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div>Hadasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950383267131278694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575639317018535778.post-70562034523963415912011-05-29T20:44:00.004+03:002011-05-31T15:46:57.103+03:00Articles From Issue 16The following are sample articles from Issue 16. Click <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">here</a> or contact <a href="mailto:fallopian.falafel@gmail.com">fallopian.falafel@gmail.com</a> to order the full zine.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Fight Quarantine!</span></strong> (By Hadass S. Ben-Ari)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPz8k1dl-R085w6yZuzIHMdC2rqelgdk4X8dOvYs5vlQVu-zcjZjdbmVxsTR6Z1DrvbEqsk9vNe5iRTZ1MUlsFVT7cTBne3MLihXrumhMso50MI1y8dpK0N4fyXspPav5FvkW8IFjxjdY/s1600/Intro16.JPG"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">View paper</span></em></a><br /><br />The rise of the infamous grunge scene in Seattle and Olympia in the early 90s spawned a lesser known scene of powerful, outspoken feminists who decided to ditch their role as the girls on the sideline at punk shows, who will sleep with the band members once they are done smashing their instruments – and instead decided to take the center stage with their own band, and voice their feminist views along with their own distorted guitars and angry drumbeats. This was the Riot Grrrl movement.<br />In 2010, a Canadian grrrl with red hair and piercings named Clementine Cannibal decided to take the Riot Grrrl movement a step further by appealing to those who may not identify with punk music, and who may want to express their feminist views with other forms of art. This initiative spread like a virus and reached grrrls from all over the world – US, UK, Europe, Australia, Scandinavia and yes, Israel too.<br />GrrrlVIRUS has no leaders or followers. Every member who identifies with the movement defines it according to what it means to her. We are grrrls who do not believe in the patriarchic capitalist order that strives to pit us against each other. We are not competitive, we do not believe in grrrl-hate, we do not believe in jealousy. We may not agree with each other all the time, but the grrrlVIRUS infection allows us to respect, encourage, and love our fellow sisters, regardless of who they are and what they choose to do.<br />We also refuse to hate ourselves and buy into the consumerist notion that we are never good enough. What society views as our imperfections, we view as our power. The Mother Goddess blessed us with the ability to survive despite all the harassment, the violence, the humiliation, the abuse and the hate that we endure. The grrrlVIRUS is the gift of empowerment and beauty, and we invite every grrrl to partake in the viral love that we spread.<br />This issue includes words of wisdom from some of the infected army of grrrls and womyn I’ve come to know and admire, some flyers for spreading the virus, links to some virus-worthy sites, and a special Riot Grrrl Corner about Cochlea, who took part in the recent Slutwalk event in Ontario, and who also contributed the cover art for this issue!<br />Sprinkling much grrrlVIRUS-infected confetti and pink skull kisses to all of you!<br />Enjoy!<br /><br /><em>Regretfully, this is the last issue of Fallopian Falafel Zine, at least for a while. I am taking a break from it so I can continue writing my book. But the grrrlVIRUS keeps spreading and the Riot Grrrl spirit lives on. So this is not the last you’ve heard of me.<br />Cheesy as it may be, I would like to extend my sincere and heartfelt thanks to all the grrrls who contributed/supported this zine since its inception, and all the readers who inspired me to keep it up even if sometimes it felt impossible, either emotionally or financially. Thank you for sharing with me in this incredible ride. I look forward to seeing you all in Berlin for the International grrrlVIRUS event this October.<br />Auf Wiedersehen!<br />The Badass.</em><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A Slut Is Born </span></strong>- Interview with Clementine Cannibal<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Hopeless Romantic</span></strong> (art by <a href="http://www.laurawady.co.uk/">Laura Wady</a>)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Lust Lost</span></strong> (By Phyllis K. Becker)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">My Mother's Thumb</span></strong> (By Sue Tourkin-Komet)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Gray</span></strong> (By Ariel Pamela Blacher)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbts3XHwp5GHDvgjKc6Jh-UCKYBCigpzSFiUlBJrryeX1_Le4CgFDQCWa7no-pwminShUys_g0GSnaK0vMZIFqCSLsez0wnCvB80bGbAr4L5wwcylLS2S4wtSYI7wuXIwsqLcM1UPwkh0/s1600/Gray-2.JPG"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">View paper</span></em></a><br /><br />As I contemplated life,<br />one Friday eve<br />I began to sift my hands<br />through my dark curls--<br />the curls that have darkened<br />as time passed<br />while covered by hats<br />by scarves,<br />by snoods,<br />and wigs.<br />To my surprise<br />a wiry curl<br />landed in my grasp<br />“What is that?”<br />I asked myself....<br />its strange texture---<br />harsh and stiff<br />scared me slightly--<br />Oh, but I knew then and there,<br />it was a simple gray strand.<br />Gray, wiry, and thick,<br />the curl’s pure white gravity<br />seemed strange in my palm<br />as I held it in awe--<br />a simple strand,<br />a ticket to my adulthood...<br />Nor children<br />Nor husband<br />could prepare me for the change<br />of a simple gray curl--<br />my right of passage<br />to a world of knowledge<br />of reflection<br />of awe--<br />all in a simple wisp<br />clasped in my hand<br />I relished the power of the strand<br />and welcomed many more.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">PMS Spree</span></strong> (By Hadass S. Ben-Ari - orginially written on my <a href="http://hadass420.wordpress.com/">blog</a> a couple of month before my Aliyah to Israel)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEins8hBsL3MWhwGItKXD_02WyVrnndjAAbQbLGHR5_kK72IWlBSF6u9hcaQ5k7uqgMkD1ZUkZCJsi5EEq8kfkfCQvoJbQlk4RZf8JYLaKbsjfAlZYzL4jhFP6Wp7Y1QLOgcCNwKgSq4BZE/s1600/PMS-3.JPG"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">View paper</span></em></a><br /><br />The heart is a tyrant. A dictator. A fascist absolute monarch. It will never cede its place to logic or good judgment. My heart will be the one to take over my entire body and make of it whatever it wants. Every desperate attempt my brain makes to try and control me is futile. It is my heart that will keep me from eating and sleeping every time I get nervous or excited or scared shitless. I will continue feeling like shit, looking like shit and experiencing excruciating pain in my whole body for lack of nutrients and my heart will take pleasure in seeing me under those circumstances. And if I do eat, my heart brings it all back up again just to teach me a lesson. “Don’t ever do that again.”<br />If two weeks ago, I was going through an intense gluttony spree, now I’m going through an intense anorexia spree that is quickly becoming a binging and purging one. I’m fucking sick of having my head in the fucking toilet every two fucking hours.<br />So basically the two kilos that I managed to gain in the past six months, I lost within a week. And my weight will most certainly continue to decrease unless my heart stops beating or by some miracle my brain finally manages to overpower that spasmodic wad of muscle and blood.<br />I think the fact that my aliyah began sinking in now is better than if it would have hit me like a ton of bricks on the plane or once I’m actually in Israel. But again, this is my brain speaking, and in my psycho-biological hierarchy, the brain is but a mere peasant. And my heart is saying, you feel like shit, then start acting like it and looking like it.<br />Whatever, fuck, maybe it’s just caused by the swelling of my tits and ovaries.<br />Hmmm, the tits and ovaries are tyrants.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Forbidden</span></strong> (byline withheld)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Locked</span></strong> (By Alejandra Gorino)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Flyers!</span></strong> (By Hadass S. Ben-Ari and Deborah Kadishelby)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">things i have wanted to say lately but haven’t b/c i didn’t feel like i wanted to school some fool</span></strong> (By Raedy)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>School Norms: Innocent Enough to Be Eaten Alive </strong>(By Hannah Greenberg)</span><br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">It's Fore-Timed</span></strong> (By Sue Tourkin-Komet)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDgiPVhgB15ezc47vTK1Yjvi69vnaIBaxA-OCuOMTvvAFMXcDISmULAGvskL9giT8PAb0r30A-ABf0rXiRzYBlEbUDyf6NES_Xm_Gx80nuFdjWTFYq-Ag2jtWAG2cgZY7vu4vgvm7yYIM/s1600/Foretimed-4.JPG"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">View paper</span></em></a><br /><br />It’s fore-timed that my fore-bearers<br />Fore-ordained my fore-name, and now<br />My eye-glasses and frames<br />Are not to be found–on my<br />Fore-head.<br />It’s fore-timed that now I<br />Fore-think with heavy forethought<br />Fore-warning you and myself that maybe we cannot go<br />Forward anymore?<br />Let’s meet in my foreyard<br />Standing guard, with our fore-sweat and fore-shows<br />Forereaching and foreshadowing the foreshocks<br />Of your handsome forelocks...all still<br />You’ve never preferred to be the<br />Foreman<br />And I’m too old now, to produce<br />Fore-waters and foremilk and all its’ ilk<br />Let’s forestall the bittersweet<br />Fore-scent, with less<br />Fore-speech, and wonder if more or less<br />Foreplay, is what is called for?<br />I’m neither forewoman nor fore-mistress<br />But stress is what I guess<br />Is happening in the geology of<br />Our fractures and our fissures<br />Is your foreskin to be found – in the ground –<br />Where you buried it here in Jerusalem?<br />And is our fore-world—for now—to be–<br />Never...forever?<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Delivering a Baby Without Giving Birth</span></strong> (By Darryl Egnal)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">House Sitting</span></strong> (By Phyllis K. Becker)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I Could Have Been a Riot Grrrl</span></strong> (By Luna Wrangler)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglDfVvIr09Ycwp7jg5qbFybsIA8mPePQf3heSqQowgoxJrsqczNYVNCsX1QsdM_suXibGr4Pp-gS24cXs1D-x2C2aj0pq80JynyTa_BGJhX2Uw9JaVkty2_LEPM2Zjbxb62bFvXJo42hU/s1600/RiotGrrrl-5-1.JPG"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">View paper 1</span></em></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRo3-lhKfs8lVjfix43YLahwY_si9TLRJPi2kYjjarpXoaeTAM9-Kp0n7i5wRkJRJEEaeCxsGZLGzjvDZpYVQ4iHRnF8870tu-1Do7fwQuGur-NaVG8yM5Fs8IqkeIHxcbrN4XozBeRXY/s1600/RiotGrrrl-5-2.JPG"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">View paper 2</span></em></a><br /><br />Sixth, seventh, eighth grade.<br />Summers spent in swimming pools, backyard golf courses, dressing like nerds.<br />We ate taffy and played Atari, read Tiger Beat and made tattoos with Sharpie markers.<br />She tried to teach me to play the drums and bass, played tricks on me with disappearing ink.<br />She fell in love with a boy named Alejandro. And a girl named Jennifer.<br />We played soccer and smoked candy cigarettes, tie-dyed t-shirts, drew comics and told stories on car lot typewriters.<br />We wrote letters to The Dead Milkmen. We listened to Depeche Mode, The Cure, Siouxsie and the Banshees. Then later, Bob Dylan and The Grateful Dead. We fell in love with Ani DiFranco.<br />Our toes wore holes in our Keds. Then Converse, Doc Martens, Birkenstocks. Then back to Doc Martens. And finally back to Converse.<br />My step-sister saw her holding hands with a girl at the candy kiosk in the mall. She passed me a note in English but I already knew. It didn’t matter. I didn’t understand why it would matter to anyone. I told her it shouldn’t matter.<br />I buried my head in paper and ink, hands sticky with rubber cement, while she wrote songs and learned new chords.<br />I drew pictures and told stories. I made zines in my bedroom, composed poems and wrote a 200 page novel.<br />She graduated early.<br />I watched her on stage. New fans mouthing the words to songs I had known for years.<br />Corndog fights in the mosh pit at the Wow Hall, angry punk teens at the McKenzie Theater, sweating walls at the Armory.<br />I stood in the back. I left early and didn’t say hi. I became shy.<br />L7, The Breeders, Shonen Knife, Bikini Kill. Adickdid and Team Dresch. She opened for Courtney Love. Kurt Cobain gave her his pajamas.<br />Twenty years later and she circles the globe, makes guest appearances on Portlandia, plays ping pong in Brazil and sings with an Indigo Girl.<br />She is still a riot grrrl.<br />And I am still a writer.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Devorah's Legacy</span></strong> (by <a href="http://starofdavida.blogspot.com/">Talia Bat Pessi</a>)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Before There Was a Book</span></strong> (By Mindy Aber Barad)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The Things We Do for Beauty</span></strong> (By Hadass S. Ben-Ari - taken from <a href="http://hadass420.wordpress.com/">blog</a>)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpI9ACwTHI1vy5MonVRscLWdAlgaZ2YHbhpGv1GOHGRqPWl1q6S1geFJ8XCk14EWmW5jh1tFlAM5wtWqeMqla-bEo4EAJqV5HmJrPEGPp1JCUn_o8kvXkLmaI6-qxs2dHWWam5z6AldA8/s1600/ForBeauty-6.JPG"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">View paper</span></em></a><br /><br />“I guarantee you that by the end of the first half of this lecture, all the guys will leave, and by the end of the second half all the girls will leave.”<br />This is how our Chinese History teacher started off one of the lectures a few semesters ago. In the first half, he spoke about eunuchs, which sure enough made all the guys cringe because of the graphic description of how they were castrated. In the second half he spoke about foot binding, which all the girls thought of as being oppressive, and even more absurd while considering the fact that the women themselves bound their daughters’ feet, willingly. Chinese women in the past believed no man would want to marry their daughters if their feet were not bound. Somehow, although the women were all limping when they walked, the men found it seductive (note that this is an ancient Chinese practice which was abolished in the early 20th century. It is no longer practiced).<br />I feel the same about such oppressive practices as foot binding and female genital mutilation and whipping women for adultery and all the bullshit we hear about in Third World countries and such. I think it’s absolutely inhuman that women are treated this way, and I find it even more absurd that the women themselves (who are a majority in this world – is everybody missing that fact??) are letting themselves be victimized. I understand that most do not have the means to retaliate, but when women take part in their own oppression (such as the foot binding example above) they make retaliation that much more difficult.<br />Aside from that, I find it interesting to ponder on the following: How can we consider such practices as being barbaric when people from these countries can just as easily look at us and judge our practices just as harshly? For example, why is female genital mutilation wrong when a substantial part of the developed world’s population circumcise their boys (Jews are not the only ones)? I don’t mean to say that female genital mutilation is right, because I believe it’s utter cruelty. But who’s to say that male circumcision isn’t? And what about waxing? Women who wax their legs, arms, underarms, upper-lip, bikini line, and areas I didn’t even know existed, don’t see anything wrong with it. But it’s painful and women do it just as willingly as Chinese women bound their daughters’ feet, to make them fit into the status quo of what beauty is and to be seductive for men. The longneck women in parts of Africa destroy their back, shoulders and neck for beauty from early childhood. We view that as oppressive and barbaric, but we don’t see anything wrong with 10, 11, 12 year old girls wearing high heels which can just as easily damage their back on the long run.<br />We should probably look at the state of our society and the negative effects the status quo has on our population before dealing with other people’s business.<br />Peace, love and hairy armpits.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Whatever Doesn't Kill You</span></strong> (By Dr. Lea-Ora Leeder)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Chain Email: Three Men on a Hike</span></strong> (Author unknown)<br /><br />Three men were hiking through a forest when they came upon a large raging, violent river. Needing to get to the other side, the first man prayed: “God, please give me the strength to cross the river.”<br />Poof! God gave him big arms and strong legs and he was able to swim across in about 2 hours, having almost drowned twice.<br />After witnessing that, the second man prayed: “God, please give me strength and the tools to cross the river.”<br />Poof! God gave him a rowboat and strong arms and strong legs and he was able to row across in about an hour after almost capsizing once.<br />Seeing what happened to the first two men, the third man prayed: “God, please give me the strength, the tools and the intelligence to cross the river”<br />Poof! He was turned into a woman. She checked the map, hiked one hundred yards up stream and walked across the bridge.<br />Go ahead and share this with a woman who needs a good laugh and any man who can handle it!<br />“If at first you don’t succeed, do it the way your wife told you!”<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sluts Are Cool. Rape Is Not</span></strong> (By Hadass S. Ben-Ari - taken from <a href="http://www.blogger.com/hadass420.wordpress.com">blog</a>)<br />Available only on hard copy... or on the blog. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I Can't Keep On Breathing If I Don't Keepsake This</span></strong> (By Sue Tourkin-Komet)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Trumpeters, Drummers, Dancers, Plus Elephants: Princes' Promises</span></strong> (By Hannah Greenberg)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Riot Grrrl Corner</span></strong> - Interview with Cochlea<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.Hadasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950383267131278694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575639317018535778.post-41230544760199108022011-01-21T22:24:00.003+02:002011-01-21T22:47:33.772+02:00Articles from Issue 15The following are sample articles from Issue 15. Click <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">here</a> or contact <a href="mailto:fallopian.falafel@gmail.com">fallopian.falafel@gmail.com</a> to order the full zine.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Fe-MAN-ist</span></strong> (By Hadass S. Ben-Ari)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTAMdWhAtmk-Gg5jW8Ds2mBe3Ha7XeQz84CuNO_7N7ieZjqSyXEKFHRH7hmzVCZBVmxiLDYenwDfACpSVDvyTk4-mb90dSOWDInHJJD2VhiM4o4MdblEix7cBTlG4fSl2myYKwZNyRhGU/s1600/Intro15.JPG"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">View paper</span></em></a><br /><br />I make fun of men. It’s true. Sometimes I like to stir the shit and bitch about their insecurity-hiding-behind-macho attitudes, about how they’re clearly scared of our power but completely deny it when confronted head-on, and pull jokes about them.<br />But in reality, sometimes it’s because of those things that I love them. Knowing that they’re also human, they have their weaknesses, and knowing that yes, there are the feminist ones who know how to treat a woman with respect, without assuming that she can’t stand on her own two feet without holding on to a man.<br />The reason why I still make fun of them, I admit, is due to my own repressed feelings of anger, fear and insecurity. These feelings come up mostly after suffering a devastating heartbreak, or see my girlfriends suffer a similar episode, or experiencing any form of sexual harassment, or simply coming into contact with a man who wants to get between my legs and ignoring what’s between my ears. And another truth is that these incidents happen way more often than meeting a feminist man. A real feminist man, who doesn’t even need to proclaim it to prove his stance.<br />So at first, I wasn’t going to write an issue on that topic because I figured it may be too hard to find these feminist men and weed out the real from the fake. But then I came across zines that included some very clever rants by feminist men, and some other stories by women expressing their opinion on the topic. That’s aside from walking around Jerusalem and sometimes running into a guy wearing a t-shirt that reads “This is what a feminist looks like,” or being at the Jerusalem Rape Crisis Center fundraiser and coming across other such men…<br />It is necessary to recognize the men fighting for equality, because they’re the ones who will make the most significant, most radical change. Men are the oppressors, and only men can stop the oppression. So the more feminist men, the better, and we need to allow them in.<br />Sure women need their own space and this is what Riot Grrrl is all about – mutual support and love among women – but the real feminist men would understand and appreciate that. They would participate in the collective struggle against violence, rape and sexual harassment, by first making a change within themselves, and then serve as an example for others.<br />But they cannot do that if we alienate them. Being in touch with feminist women is what can make a man understand and respect us.<br />This issue includes submissions by men on the topic of feminism, an interview with two self-proclaimed male feminists, as well as some rants/monologues by women on the topic.<br />And this issue’s Riot Grrrl Corner is also dedicated to an Israeli artist who never misses a show without proudly announcing his radical feminist stance – Aviv Geffen!<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Of Chauvenist Beasts and Radical Dykes</span></strong> (By Hadass S. Ben-Ari)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Step Away from the Cave, Boys and Girls</span></strong> (By Dr. Lea-Ora Leeder)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Short Note from a Feminist Toughguy</span></strong> (By Jesski)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOCBo2Hk_VPU5ODffm2T1zqjd2c0G4fSz97mSu4KrcAyuS7ih3dpeRNWpSIWytL2tl5o7_4FYEj_8nAdasG7NuYfZZo-MCQ_gfaj9QwxNH6r65tindTlf57yiUfahBDyCtgGJfNzpihrk/s1600/Toughguy.JPG"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">View paper</span></em></a><br /><br />I was born with a learning disability; the medical term is “Y-Chromosomes”.<br />Luckily for me, my ancestors spent several thousand years doing things like writing the Talmud, describing relativity and kicking ass on various bad guys. So though I am slow, I am observant. One of the first things I noticed in life was that my father could lift a car. The second thing I noticed was that when my mother needed a car lifted she smiled and my Dad did it. “Ah-Chaa!!!” as uncle Phil used to say.<br />Yes, I have always been in awe of women. Mom was brilliant and eclectic. Grandma was brilliant and neurotic. It was always obvious to me that women were better. Not just because men suck (I’m a man, I can say it). But because they seemed to have that “Not a bull in a china shop” quality. Don’t get me wrong, many of my friends are men. They are loyal, strong, like to play and are basically happy....all the qualities you would want in a dog. I also like dogs very much but I wouldn’t date either. Dad pointed out that if you were really a tough guy you didn’t have to act like one. What percentage of women start the wars, bar fights and street gangs on this planet? Women just seem to bypass all that silly mucking about. They have natural abilities which they use with much more finesse than men. Sure there are exceptions on both sides but they are also brilliant in ways men can’t be. I respect women...OK love...OK adore them for their subtlety and power. What is more interesting than a female artist or rocket scientist? I don’t know either, probably nothing. So, why feminism?<br />Because feminism isn’t just an expression of female power. It is also an expression of male power. When we can unblinkingly accept women as equals, we free ourselves, too, because equality empowers both sides. We acknowledge a team up that G-d Himself created and we open the door to amazing possibilities. Ever wonder why Sarah laughed? Ever wish she had written a book? Or that Miriam or Esther had kept a diary? I do. We have allowed too much of the wisdom, love and strength of our women to slip away. Someday we will be the history of the Jews. How do we want to be remembered? More important, how do we want to live now?<br /><em>Jesski is single, Jewish and a freelance writer, sculptor and snaplink worker in Tel Aviv. He enjoys physics and baking. (comments: <a href="mailto:nofatestudio@yahoo.com">nofatestudio@yahoo.com</a>) </em><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Feminism from a Male/Gender Queer/Trans/Whatever-the-Fuck-I-Am Perspective</span></strong> (By Royce Icon)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Linked in Synch - Post Feministic Stance on Holy Union</span></strong> (By Joy Sherri)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Blessing: Repossessing Sexuality as Holiness - Torah Portion Vayechi</span></strong> (By Shaya Kelter)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivCPM5qW_cSvJXxx4joKwbRtohPeqFMCyX2BDBB9CoG9cIgIPTa22GeGOWSnWvR4XlhZO6wUgRmDGD1-6nuX5kXZZn62tzbUqZLnl0hSRuL5hariHc5iJEwaobXeRGw5o2MtgyZktmeZs/s1600/HolySex1.JPG"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">View paper 1</span></em></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI1LuW4J1WQICFMF5qhq7ZMY7kHblZVpemtwalDh5aMACJxARV7ubLwD09VbgAw3xe7Vvhyphenhyphendi9tjNvdi43QsJgOjxIioCwwgHO4tKzfMoHlRInuEvArLfxZdTMnVVBJ6IJ72YOP_USR3c/s1600/HolySex2.JPG"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">View paper 2</span></em></a><br /><br />As a child and adolescent in largely Christian America, I grew up in a culture in which sexuality is dirty, something to be ashamed of. “Dirty thoughts”, “dirty books” and “dirty pictures” were those that contained some connection with sexuality. The attitude linking dirty and shameful with sexuality has also seeped into Jewish thought among those Jews who for nearly two millenia have been living among the Christians. Christianity began in Israel as a Jewish sect but after Paul became a religion of primarily Gentiles and other philosophic influences, especially Greek, entered.Among them was the concept that the body and the soul are two separate entities and that the body is dirty and the soul is pure. An ideal in Christianity developed in which chastity, even for all of life became the ideal. To this day, Roman Catholic priests and nuns take oaths of lifelong celibacy.<br />The attitude towards sexuality in the Bible was very different. This Torah portion provides examples. “When Yisrael’s days drew near to death, he called his son Yosef and said to him: “Pray if I have found favor in your eyes, pray put your hand under my thigh – deal with me kindly and in truth: pray do not bury me in Egypt.” Genesis 47:29 Before Yisrael a.k.a. Yaakov (Jacob) dies, he makes his burial arrangements making his son Yosef swear that he will be buried with his fathers and then bequeaths his heritage to his sons in blessings. Just as Avraham, before sending his servant on a holy mission, had made him swear by placing his hand under his thigh, Yisrael in asking to be buried in holy ground, has his son Yosef swear while placing his hand under his thigh. The holiest organ in the Jewish male’s body is his circumcised penis. The “brit milah” (covenant of the circumcision) or in Yiddish “bris” marks the covenant between God and His people. The sexual organ is the instrument of progeneration, of new life, the very first “mitzvah” or commandment God gave to the human being, from the time of Creation.<br />Yisrael gives his blessing to each of his 12 sons and reserves his most tender blessing for his beloved Yosef including: “By your father’s God – may he help you and Shaddai, may he give-you-blessing: Blessings of the heavens, from above, blessings of the depths crouching below, blessings of breasts and womb!” Genesis 49:25 Two of God’s names are invoked by Yisrael in this verse. El Avicha – Your father’s God and Shaddai. El is masculine and Shaddai is feminine. The word Shaddai, one of the names of God, means “My breasts”. The breasts are a wonderful image for God because the breasts provide the suckling infant with all that he needs, just what he needs, but not too much. The word Shaddai can also be understood to mean She-Dai (that is sufficient). This is from the same word that we have in the song from the Passover Seder “Dayyenu” (It would sufficient). Shaddai is saying that God gives us what we need, just what we need, sufficient and not too much. It is a loving way of relating to God. Womb in Hebrew is “Rechem” which is the basis of another two of God’s names Harachaman (the Merciful One) and El Rachum (Compassionate God).<br />In this versus Yisrael is providing blessings of breasts and womb, the blessings of sexuality, which are also the regeneration of life and its loving sustenance.<br />Blessing is here giving of love. Blessing was very much part of Biblical life. Our times could also use blessing.<br />May we all be blessed with lives blessed with loving.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The Balls Behind the Pussy</span></strong> (By Jme Hash)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">This Is What a Feminist Man Looks Like</span></strong> - Interview with Shaya Kelter and Steve Goeke<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">How to Be a Feminist Man</span></strong> (By Royce Icon)<br />(Photo by Shira Richter)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6CZA53cokvUvAc_cz8wzRqTaW37WoXxJXAvx6qc0zwT64PdVEHz9MwpnWjO1tbMLwDcnR6ow-uiY7aKu7DNQSZL8aARO3djmtbTVTJpx-3WxCyVNJy9sv51Dj8xP_ZGaaRUCzdm2bQ-c/s1600/Royce.JPG"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">View paper</span></em></a><br /><br />To me, the easiest way to define Feminism is the belief in total and complete equality between the sexes. So to be a Feminist male you should believe in equality, and exercise that belief in your day to day life. That last bit is important, as simply stating you believe in equality doesn’t mean shit if you don’t practice it in real life.<br />And how do you go about practicing equality? Well, that’s simple; Don’t be an asshole! Treat women - and all people for that matter - with the same general courtesy and respect that you would want them to treat you with. Don’t make stupid generalizations about gender roles, don’t think of women merely as body parts, don’t act like a creepy stalker. Just don’t be a douche!<br />It really is that simple. It’s easier for some and harder for others, but it’s important. Not everyone is born with an egalitarian mindset, some have to work on it. If equality is a foreign concept for you, think about what you say and do around women, and try to see things from their perspective. Talk to women, make some female friends if you don’t have any, and generally try and gauge their reactions to your behavior, and seriously consider their input. And if you see people saying some sexist or misogynistic bullshit, call them out on it if you can!<br />The key to being a Feminist male is practicing and advocating equality between the sexes. If you can honestly say you do that, then you’re a Feminist in my book.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Me and the Minyan</span></strong> (By Leah Moses)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Feminist MEN?!</span></strong> (By Dorit Shirim)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Three Pillows</span></strong> (By Hannah Greenberg)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>מונולוג בוקר של אב לא אטום</strong> <span style="font-size:100%;">- שירה ריכטר</span></span><br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Riot Grrrl Corner</span></strong> (By Hadass S. Ben-Ari)</div><div align="left">Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>. </div>Hadasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950383267131278694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575639317018535778.post-5567753338537001962011-01-21T21:58:00.005+02:002011-01-21T23:07:07.887+02:00Paper Copy of Issue 15Below are some samples of the paper copy of Issue 15. To see these articles in text format for easy reading, click <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2011/01/articles-from-issue-15.html">here</a>. Click <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">here</a> or contact <a href="mailto:fallopian.falafel@gmail.com">fallopian.falafel@gmail.com</a> to order the full zine in hard copy or PDF format.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD_JNoBzv8ctZ_ba0rQ-R-8tR9-prs4crzK9Sz9sAKuojhhBeGs5EWscB2ePzDIPM8_jgHafOXI1VtoaS9aEASFqtQlFvShq8KeWTcvy4nZAOJghKBThoG4TLABuW-u16xNaeBIc3f-qc/s1600/Cover15.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564735842084030802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD_JNoBzv8ctZ_ba0rQ-R-8tR9-prs4crzK9Sz9sAKuojhhBeGs5EWscB2ePzDIPM8_jgHafOXI1VtoaS9aEASFqtQlFvShq8KeWTcvy4nZAOJghKBThoG4TLABuW-u16xNaeBIc3f-qc/s400/Cover15.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTAMdWhAtmk-Gg5jW8Ds2mBe3Ha7XeQz84CuNO_7N7ieZjqSyXEKFHRH7hmzVCZBVmxiLDYenwDfACpSVDvyTk4-mb90dSOWDInHJJD2VhiM4o4MdblEix7cBTlG4fSl2myYKwZNyRhGU/s1600/Intro15.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564735747074565090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTAMdWhAtmk-Gg5jW8Ds2mBe3Ha7XeQz84CuNO_7N7ieZjqSyXEKFHRH7hmzVCZBVmxiLDYenwDfACpSVDvyTk4-mb90dSOWDInHJJD2VhiM4o4MdblEix7cBTlG4fSl2myYKwZNyRhGU/s400/Intro15.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOCBo2Hk_VPU5ODffm2T1zqjd2c0G4fSz97mSu4KrcAyuS7ih3dpeRNWpSIWytL2tl5o7_4FYEj_8nAdasG7NuYfZZo-MCQ_gfaj9QwxNH6r65tindTlf57yiUfahBDyCtgGJfNzpihrk/s1600/Toughguy.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564735734064910018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOCBo2Hk_VPU5ODffm2T1zqjd2c0G4fSz97mSu4KrcAyuS7ih3dpeRNWpSIWytL2tl5o7_4FYEj_8nAdasG7NuYfZZo-MCQ_gfaj9QwxNH6r65tindTlf57yiUfahBDyCtgGJfNzpihrk/s400/Toughguy.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivCPM5qW_cSvJXxx4joKwbRtohPeqFMCyX2BDBB9CoG9cIgIPTa22GeGOWSnWvR4XlhZO6wUgRmDGD1-6nuX5kXZZn62tzbUqZLnl0hSRuL5hariHc5iJEwaobXeRGw5o2MtgyZktmeZs/s1600/HolySex1.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564735732167650498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivCPM5qW_cSvJXxx4joKwbRtohPeqFMCyX2BDBB9CoG9cIgIPTa22GeGOWSnWvR4XlhZO6wUgRmDGD1-6nuX5kXZZn62tzbUqZLnl0hSRuL5hariHc5iJEwaobXeRGw5o2MtgyZktmeZs/s400/HolySex1.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI1LuW4J1WQICFMF5qhq7ZMY7kHblZVpemtwalDh5aMACJxARV7ubLwD09VbgAw3xe7Vvhyphenhyphendi9tjNvdi43QsJgOjxIioCwwgHO4tKzfMoHlRInuEvArLfxZdTMnVVBJ6IJ72YOP_USR3c/s1600/HolySex2.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564735730573684626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI1LuW4J1WQICFMF5qhq7ZMY7kHblZVpemtwalDh5aMACJxARV7ubLwD09VbgAw3xe7Vvhyphenhyphendi9tjNvdi43QsJgOjxIioCwwgHO4tKzfMoHlRInuEvArLfxZdTMnVVBJ6IJ72YOP_USR3c/s400/HolySex2.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6CZA53cokvUvAc_cz8wzRqTaW37WoXxJXAvx6qc0zwT64PdVEHz9MwpnWjO1tbMLwDcnR6ow-uiY7aKu7DNQSZL8aARO3djmtbTVTJpx-3WxCyVNJy9sv51Dj8xP_ZGaaRUCzdm2bQ-c/s1600/Royce.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 258px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564735718342866994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6CZA53cokvUvAc_cz8wzRqTaW37WoXxJXAvx6qc0zwT64PdVEHz9MwpnWjO1tbMLwDcnR6ow-uiY7aKu7DNQSZL8aARO3djmtbTVTJpx-3WxCyVNJy9sv51Dj8xP_ZGaaRUCzdm2bQ-c/s400/Royce.JPG" /></a> </div></div>Hadasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950383267131278694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575639317018535778.post-17599230944229753292010-09-21T21:02:00.004+02:002010-09-21T21:17:23.423+02:00Paper Copy of Issue 14Below are some samples of the paper copy of Issue 14. To see these articles in text format for easy reading, click <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2010/09/articles-from-issue-14.html">here</a>. Click <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">here</a> or contact <a href="mailto:fallopian.falafel@gmail.com">fallopian.falafel@gmail.com</a> to order the full zine in hard copy or PDF format. <div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKVQE0iWWB8L9-D2sy7skoIUIfiwfwL1p7yU6A1V5sXQFPjqQdMAv5cxYN8kwiYl-78BKTYurM-5O9zNIWO69ECh0tEqOnuepL7z8LJWSQ4KHtG_zMK4ccy2o8mB5FXSCYfZZbuAjxNiE/s1600/Cover14.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519447829572160386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKVQE0iWWB8L9-D2sy7skoIUIfiwfwL1p7yU6A1V5sXQFPjqQdMAv5cxYN8kwiYl-78BKTYurM-5O9zNIWO69ECh0tEqOnuepL7z8LJWSQ4KHtG_zMK4ccy2o8mB5FXSCYfZZbuAjxNiE/s400/Cover14.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuF8AB2hDK04B7e7lvcrOy8nvjeF6VMz3li9UBMXB8R0M5YBuwMXi_k-jyV154LoWVM9c5Oy-JSel2345ORdEocR_5qf1f2Bd3kOg7tph0fYo6ojbcdtXG3PqqNnOXdlXP6WAWPXwvs8w/s1600/Intro14.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519444906797307474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuF8AB2hDK04B7e7lvcrOy8nvjeF6VMz3li9UBMXB8R0M5YBuwMXi_k-jyV154LoWVM9c5Oy-JSel2345ORdEocR_5qf1f2Bd3kOg7tph0fYo6ojbcdtXG3PqqNnOXdlXP6WAWPXwvs8w/s400/Intro14.JPG" /></a><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy6qvwGK4NOEU0pooZWhi44_4LBacCIs3ftrUFYcXoOaDuqc3ZZ7ZtNt7NU972U0PQoQJ0KnD_oGqL04nK1EWe0ix6gnwXfrK7U0yQwWqKd9sp-D_olY6I46XzJ5KzObXXsZGKAXTDN-I/s1600/WellRounded.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519444894039412834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy6qvwGK4NOEU0pooZWhi44_4LBacCIs3ftrUFYcXoOaDuqc3ZZ7ZtNt7NU972U0PQoQJ0KnD_oGqL04nK1EWe0ix6gnwXfrK7U0yQwWqKd9sp-D_olY6I46XzJ5KzObXXsZGKAXTDN-I/s400/WellRounded.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPjarhC53zReZ5gexfElQ-gOuXOH9Sr47MvcHoK5JTx7MOJx66NgpM5jSj3R-wfttElvLiGY4nAvr_wDtukAtsXfF3-z91E39_fybynUsVabb38D2ToHXB3hGjEoehAvuYHD418DZKg0c/s1600/Kitchen.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519444889907368834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPjarhC53zReZ5gexfElQ-gOuXOH9Sr47MvcHoK5JTx7MOJx66NgpM5jSj3R-wfttElvLiGY4nAvr_wDtukAtsXfF3-z91E39_fybynUsVabb38D2ToHXB3hGjEoehAvuYHD418DZKg0c/s400/Kitchen.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKbMbk7c7enQVKBuSVa0Ox3XOU_BkfQKFo4QhW66I3atH5Kcu27CoiaPVjPW5zzIyKiiCvgrV-BsydYjn6UwgkKxhTxPAmvsvI3ebimvdKmmWhmyJy2hkpry8f93P_kXGRDxdWRbWqs1I/s1600/Matbucha.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519444883132185122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKbMbk7c7enQVKBuSVa0Ox3XOU_BkfQKFo4QhW66I3atH5Kcu27CoiaPVjPW5zzIyKiiCvgrV-BsydYjn6UwgkKxhTxPAmvsvI3ebimvdKmmWhmyJy2hkpry8f93P_kXGRDxdWRbWqs1I/s400/Matbucha.JPG" /></a><br /><div> </div></div></div></div>Hadasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950383267131278694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575639317018535778.post-26773650225820553462010-09-21T20:32:00.003+02:002010-09-21T21:15:38.886+02:00Articles From Issue 14The following are sample articles from Issue 14. Click <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">here</a> or contact <a href="mailto:fallopian.falafel@gmail.com">fallopian.falafel@gmail.com</a> to order the full zine.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Cooking Pot of Gold</span></strong> (by Hadass S. Ben-Ari)<br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuF8AB2hDK04B7e7lvcrOy8nvjeF6VMz3li9UBMXB8R0M5YBuwMXi_k-jyV154LoWVM9c5Oy-JSel2345ORdEocR_5qf1f2Bd3kOg7tph0fYo6ojbcdtXG3PqqNnOXdlXP6WAWPXwvs8w/s1600/Intro14.JPG">View paper</a></span></em><br /><br />Up until recently, I was unemployed. I spent endless hours in the social insurance office, cursing under my breath while applying for anything that could keep me from starving to death.<br />It wasn’t always so. I used to work in a place where I felt like a doormat at best, and a two-dollar whore at worse. I was being yelled at for other people’s mistakes, ridiculed for any kind of creative initiative, ignored for any kind of protest, and taken advantage of due to my lack of beard and testicles.<br />So when I finally broke and quit that place, I traded in my empty spirit for an empty belly, and literally became a starving artist. Instead, I fed my many hopeless addictions – mainly writing and zine producing. But having no money, I was constantly anxious and depressed because I kept taking my parents’ money, so writing was not always enough to make me feel better.<br />So I went back to the doormat/whore place (ironically, a soup kitchen), which is where I’m at right now. I am also a part-time dog walker and an unpaid freelance writer for the Jerusalem Post… and an indie zinester on top of all that, which is not a job but not any less of an occupation than the others.<br />While I was out of a job, I couldn’t go grocery shopping as much but this gave me a chance to use the food items I already had to practice my cooking skills. I banged out some pretty funky dishes and made some rad baked goods for the first time ever. But now that I can afford to buy food, the fast kind comes in very handy when you work 50 hours a week. I have no time for cooking and settle for a couple of cookies for breakfast, a sloppily improvised sandwich for lunch and Minute Rice for dinner.<br />This got me thinking about this topic of career women and homemakers. How can a woman manage to work one full-time job, one part-time job, one freelancing gig, as well as make three decent meals a day, raise her kids and tend to all the household chores? And how exactly can anyone view that as anything besides miraculous that such women not only survive this lifestyle, but are actually happy with it, due to the accomplished feeling that it creates?<br />Although I still hate this fascist capitalist society with a passion, using money to keep people chained to their jobs like rabid dogs, there is something empowering about making your own cash and actually using it for your benefit. And ironically, it’s this very cash that, if used properly, can bring down the capitalist regime. Use it to print more copies of your zine and photocopy more anti-establishment flyers, and throw it in everybody’s faces.<br />And if you can make matbucha for Shabbat and serve home-baked carrot-cake cupcakes for dessert while you’re at it, that’s even better.<br />Find recipes for these dishes among many others in the mini cookbook included in this issue, alongside many other submissions by women and their take on work, kitchen and family life.<br />Plus, the Riot Grrrl Corner featuring an R&B song with a powerful indie twist – “Independent Woman.”<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Meymers </strong></span>(by Hadass S. Ben-Ari)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A Well-Rounded Woman</span></strong> (by Riotgrrrlaz - author of Little Girl Lost & Found)<br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy6qvwGK4NOEU0pooZWhi44_4LBacCIs3ftrUFYcXoOaDuqc3ZZ7ZtNt7NU972U0PQoQJ0KnD_oGqL04nK1EWe0ix6gnwXfrK7U0yQwWqKd9sp-D_olY6I46XzJ5KzObXXsZGKAXTDN-I/s1600/WellRounded.JPG">View paper</a></span></em><br /><br />Working woman, mother, friend, and sexy goddess – these are all titles a woman today may have the honor of holding. Juggling all of these titles can seem to be an impossible feat at times and is certainly exhausting! But perhaps the most difficult feat is continuing playing the part without little or any recognition or appreciation. So why do we do it? Easy. Other people are depending on us and if we were to throw in the towel everything would fall apart...we are born nurturers.<br />The ability to even be a woman and have options other than being a homemaker is remarkable and therefore coveted. Women today are proud of their accomplishments, which can often result in a reluctance to ask for help for fear of being viewed as weak. To feel needed and desired can empower a woman; however, she also requires respect and support from the people in her life, especially her spouse/partner/lover.<br />In my own experience, a lack of respect and support has lead to burnout, extreme stress, and even resentment. Independence runs through my veins like blood, so asking for help from others is not in my nature…I would much rather suffer in silence than admit defeat. The lesson I have learned, though, time and time again is that if I fail to take care of myself I will be of no use to anyone else and I ultimately end up sending out a message of insecurity to others.<br />As women, and more importantly, as human beings, we must first love ourselves (inside and out) and learn to ask for help when we need it so that we can maintain and juggle all of our titles and remain sane (somewhat). With most families today having two working parents, some even working more than one job just to keep the family afloat, it is important to recognize that the raising of a family can no longer be a torch carried only by women. More and more, men are stepping up to the plate and taking on roles that were once predominately associated with women; child rearing, cooking, household chores like dishes, laundry, and regular household cleaning.<br />If there is one thing that feminism and the history of women has taught me is that there are no limits as to what we can do except for those that we create within our own minds. We can be super women that hold down jobs, continue our education, raise families, heal the wounds of friends, pleasure our lovers, and embrace our own needs, desires, and goals all with ease and grace.<br />I am a woman who works full time, has two children, a husband, and holds an AAS and BAS, which were obtained within the last five years. I enjoy and take pride in tending to and raising my family, but still manage to make time for myself and my love for writing and crafting. If I did not lean on my husband from time to time and make time for my own interests and needs, I fear that I would lose touch with myself, thus creating road blocks in reaching my own personal goals. At times I may have too much on my plate and I may be pushed beyond my limits, but in my opinion this makes me a well-rounded and strong individual.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm Always Happy to Slice Dry</span></strong> (by Sue Tourkin-Komet)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Of Kitchens, Conventions and Other "Cookery"</span></strong> (by Hannah Greenberg)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The Hierarchy of Love</span></strong> (by Tinamarie Bernard)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Not Yet Washed Up and Not Yet Washed Out </span></strong>(by Sue Tourkin-Komet)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Kitchen Woman?</span></strong> (by Mindy Aber Barad)<br />*featuring a flyer by Jenn Reid<br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPjarhC53zReZ5gexfElQ-gOuXOH9Sr47MvcHoK5JTx7MOJx66NgpM5jSj3R-wfttElvLiGY4nAvr_wDtukAtsXfF3-z91E39_fybynUsVabb38D2ToHXB3hGjEoehAvuYHD418DZKg0c/s1600/Kitchen.JPG">View paper</a></span></em><br /><br />In 2006 I wrote that life as I had known it was redefined many years earlier by law school. “Good” became “out-did”; “win” became “show-off”; “smart” was telling the professor what he wanted to hear. “Brilliant” was only challenging the professor’s opinion on a case when you were a blood relative of the sitting judge.<br />Into such a world I had my renaissance as a loud voice with an aggressive manner that could push any otherwise reasonable person into oncoming traffic. I was the monster created in the ivory tower laboratories. And I broke out into a legal world where I could have an impact, 12 hours a day. I admitted even then that it was a negative impact, but better negative than none at all. My new definition of “good” was fierce, a bulldog.<br />It was at this time of my life that “they” decided it was time I started going out on shidduch dates. One guy was actually very nice, except that he said women didn’t need to work outside the home, yada yada. That was the end of my shidduch dates for a long time.<br />A year later I had met and married my husband, and we were expecting our first child. The question circling throughout the legal world was just how short, if any, a maternity leave I would be taking. Several colleagues even had the nerve to ask me straight out.<br />“I don’t know,” I responded. “It’ll depend on how I feel.”<br />Well, this answer puzzled everyone. It implied that I was open to the possibility of an extended leave, which further implied that I might actually be taking care of my own child full time.<br />And I did. And then we had another and another and another. I’ve worked part-time on and off.<br />Today, while I would not say that my heart is in the kitchen, I’ve come to appreciate that particular need in my family, and, gulp, in me too. Raise your hand if you can tell I’m ambivalent!<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Occupation: Mother</span></strong> (a Hebrew piece; author unknown)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm Hearin' in My Kitchen</span></strong> (by Sue Tourkin-Komet)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Blessed Are the Foodies</span></strong> (by Dr. Lea-Ora Leeder)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Chained to the Kitchen</span></strong> (by Dorit Shirim)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">At, On and Under This Table</span></strong> (by Sue Tourkin-Komet)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Recipes! - An FF Cookbook, c/o the Zine Contributors</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Matbucha - Moroccan Tomato Salad</span></strong> (by Hadass S. Ben-Ari)<br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKbMbk7c7enQVKBuSVa0Ox3XOU_BkfQKFo4QhW66I3atH5Kcu27CoiaPVjPW5zzIyKiiCvgrV-BsydYjn6UwgkKxhTxPAmvsvI3ebimvdKmmWhmyJy2hkpry8f93P_kXGRDxdWRbWqs1I/s1600/Matbucha.JPG">View paper</a></span></em><br /><br />Every person in my extended family has a different way of making this salad, but it always comes out rad. My version is based on my mother’s recipe but somehow it still comes out different, yet yummy as anything.<br /><br />Ingredients:<br /><br />1) A big can of diced tomatoes<br />2) Olive or vegetable oil<br />3) Salt<br />4) Sweet paprika<br />5) One green pepper<br />6) One red pepper<br />7) Tumeric<br />8) Four cloves of garlic<br /><br />Instructions:<br />Chop the garlic, green pepper and the red pepper. Spill the diced tomatoes along with the juice into a big enough pan, so that it doesn’t overflow, and mash the tomatoes as much as possible. Do not drain the tomato juice.<br />Add the garlic and the peppers, mix it, and then put it on the stove. As it’s cooking, add the oil, salt, and paprika. I don’t have specific quantities, but for a real Moroccan taste, use a lot of each. Use your own culinary intuition.<br />As for the tumeric, put just a tiny, tiny fraction of a teaspoon. Seriously cheap out on it. If you put too much of it, it will turn your salad yellow, which would be lame. The paprika should make it dark red.<br />Leave the pan uncovered and let it cook on a medium fire forever, or until all the tomato juice has evaporated, whichever one comes first. Stir it once every three to five minutes, and once the juice has evaporated, I would suggest you taste it and add more paprika or salt as needed.<br />An optional trick for an extra kick:<br />When my mom makes this salad, it always comes out great. But once, she left it on the stove for a little too long and it burned a little. When she served whatever was left of it at the dinner table, I was like “Holy shit! That salad ROCKS! What did you add to it?”<br />And she said: “Um, nothing. Actually, I burnt it.”<br />So I said: “YES! Keep burning it!”<br />So if you choose to burn it a little, it will add that extra kick and will really make the flavors come out. I let it burn for a couple of minutes then I turn off the stove, scrape the bottom of the pan and mix it with the rest of the salad.<br />Don’t freak out if little drops of your tomato salad jump from the pan onto your stove. It’s perfectly normal. You can always clean it after :-)<br />Serve it with bread, or use it for shakshooka with a fully cooked sunny side up.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Other recipes</span></strong> (Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>)<br />Including:<br />- Chocolate Coulant (by Judit Alonso)<br />- Gazpacho Recipe (by Dr. Lea-Ora Leeder)<br />- Channie's Vegetable Soup (by Hannah Greenberg)<br />- Dave z"l's Friend Steve's Stir Fried Tuna (by Mindy Aber Barad)<br />- No-Bake Cookies (by Riotgrrrlaz)<br />- Falafel (online recipe)<br />- Assorted Goodies Froom the Home of Annika Weimbs<br />- The 6-C's Recipe From the PMS Perzine (by Hadass S. Ben-Ari)<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Riot Grrrl Corner</span></strong> (by Hadass S. Ben-Ari)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.Hadasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950383267131278694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575639317018535778.post-4181717678462754032010-06-23T13:03:00.005+03:002010-06-23T14:53:55.434+03:00Articles from Issue 13<div align="left">The following are sample articles from Issue 13. Click <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">here</a> or contact <a href="mailto:fallopian.falafel@gmail.com">fallopian.falafel@gmail.com</a> to order the full zine (available only in hard copy).<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">DIY-licious</span></strong> (Hadass S. Ben-Ari, feat. "Badass & Buxy" illustration by Anna Gopin)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRN6IIUAfLidyQoLI3Arsd5736_VLBz8CcRQYBbAc758uB82tyJ_IHYDrojvbZPwxMhXVnT5t_uYbbxLlkpAR1hONxTnTgw57iCEb5rGoLEk_Tp2gzEukw9U80cNxGZ49EA6JrPMj4Ec4/s1600/DIY+intro.JPG"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">View paper</span></em></a><br /><br />For those of you who have never come across an authentic DIY fanzine, this is essentially what it's supposed to look like - amateurish, ghetto, busted, cut-off, faded, and often times, colorless.<br />Originally, this is what Fallopian Falafel would have looked like from the very beginning had my ex-boyfriend not intervened and given me a crash course in Adobe InDesign. I quickly realized just how much easier it was to use InDesign than scissors and glue. I was therefore unable (or rather unwilling/too freakin lazy) to create anything more raw, with a greater DIY feel and look. But for this issue, I said a professional static look will not work. FF Zine deserves an extravagent twist even if some of my readers/contributors may feel a little thrown off at first. I have every confidence that they may quickly learn to love it for the very fact that it is very authentic, raw, intimate and every bit as poignant as the other issues.<br />I apologize in advance for the eye-sore, and please note that this layout is not a permanent deal :-)<br />About the topic itself:<br />DIY - Do it Yourself, for those who aren't sure - is anything we create. In the DIY culture of Punk Rock, it is anything we create without letting conventional guidelines limit us - Big Man Corporations, publication companies, commercial record labels, all of those who restrict us, our freedom of expression, and limit our ability to create.<br />Riot Grrrl culture is pure freedom, without limits, without guidelines, without a dress code. The rules of capitalism and popularity do not apply. Even talent is optional. Some say "I can't do it because I don't know how." That's absurd. If you are one of the priviledged few with the gift of literacy, you can write. If you have hands, you can play guitar. If you have a needle and a string or a sewing machine, you can sew. Hell, if you have the right tools, you can chop down a tree, fashion a pencil and make paper... and put out a zine!<br />As I said before - you don't have to be Proust to write, or Dali to paint, or the Mother Goddess to create. Your mind and your hands are powerful.<br />USE THEM!<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Kurdt </span></strong>(article by Hadass S. Ben-Ari; art by Eli Dadon)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">My DIY Mama</span></strong> (Hadass S. Ben-Ari)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Original Handmade Duckt Tape Wallets</span></strong> (Jane Danger)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Stark Naked</span></strong> (Sue Tourkin-Komet)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">DIY Feminism</span></strong> (Debbie Snyder-Eliraz)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Genesis</span></strong> - excerpt (Hadass S. Ben-Ari)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw6PlfYPZ9_BRs8dFZd0-uonpCFXqw1YgzE2zLK-ho46Zaea0WKX-_-Rad7Lx6VsYGLpTcipOR3cRmHOlgNCbeeKLmpBvXMcm7rlm_n-kNCBi8FGr5912yuhS3xKnZska4iqx990mE_bY/s1600/DIY+excerpt.JPG"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">View paper</span></em></a><br /><br />With every passing day, I love DIY more and more. If I could be 100 percent DIY, my life would be perfect. I wanna be able to do everything, to make everything, to create everything… like the Mother Goddess creates the tools to create things, and uses these tools to create more things.<br />I wanna build my own house, sew my own clothes, use my own hair as stuffing for my embroidered pillows, keep using my typewriter and my pen and paper with ink that spills and messes up a page of a torn notebook, bake the best cupcakes ever in an old small vintage pink oven with rusty edges, use a worn-down walkman and a decrepit tape deck, endlessly play guitar until I activate my myotonia and make my fingers bleed, write so much that my hand twists up and freezes for a good 10 minutes and a blue or black stain forms on the side of my hand where my pinky meets its respective knuckle down the side of my palm to the side of my wrist…<br />But we live in a material, consumerist, capitalist shithole world, with a bunch of greedy assholes who are too stupid to notice that they're just a pathetic worthless product of a material, consumerist, capitalist shithole society, and that they're tools of the corporate government machine that propagates this lust for materialism, consumerism, capitalism and uselessness. They're the antithesis of DIY.<br />(The rest of the article is available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order</a>).<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">An Algebra-Geometry of a Dead Love</span></strong> (Sue Tourkin-Komet)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The End of the Links in the Chains</span></strong> (Sue Tourkin-Komet)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Book Publishing as a Seemingly Random Creative Act</span></strong> (Hannah Greenberg)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">DIY Grrrls</span></strong> (Alejandra Gorino)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Back in the DIY</span></strong> (Shira Pruce)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I'd Felt Like a Garden</span></strong> (Sue Tourkin-Komet)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">CD Reviews</span></strong> - sample article (Hadass S. Ben Ari<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQRNWYmW40fOR4V7qsTWnLywKZzKV7yOM7ywzsTTwxH62RHtilfBEY2CMbVtSZNx5OYmdeFustLK5072cpLug751zTA-rAA6w8YEyUAvS_p6gwoR1y6HSecDhXLKbxe73ee7w9pxcKsuY/s1600/Hashlooliyot+review.JPG"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">View paper</span></em></a><br /><br />Francis's Cemetary - HaShlooliyot (Hebrew Record)<br />For most bands that I see live, I usually say that you never get the full scope of what the band is about if you only buy their studio album. This goes for HaShlooliyot as well. The only difference is that their first record, Francis's Cemetary, is, in my opinion, the best representation of a live band in a studio album. That is, this record has as much character and attitude as the girls have onstage. Yet, they are still worth seeing live, because they're just too much fun.<br />1) Yoseftal Hospital: This tune has "single" written all over it. Very radio-friendly, yet still very HaShlooliyot-y considering the random simplicity of the lyrics that is the band's trademark.<br />2) Shoko-Shoko: Chocolate milk and cheesecake. Enough said!<br />3) Abarjil: Again, the lyrics can't get any simpler. Great rock n' roll tune.<br />4) Tzvika: This is a 40 second track in which the girls joke around while one of the members, Neta, is tuning her guit. Pretty funny even if you don't know your Hebrew.<br />5) Amsterdam: A slower tune where you certainly wouldn't expect to hear any profanity. But with HaShlooliyot, expect the unexpected. Still, quite a moving song; goes great with a relaxing smoke.<br />6) Andy: As much as I can gather, tjis is a song about alcoholism and eating disorders, but sounds too happy to be depressing, rather ironic.<br />7) The Couch: One of their better known songs. The lyrics sound like a story about a prostitute, but since I failed miserably at interpreting the previous tune, I'll just say: Great riffs, great beat, super harmony.<br />8) Digger: A friendly song to their cat. Beautiful and amusing. Makes you warm and fuzzy inside.<br />9) Ramona: Funniest song in the world, such a Shlooliyot song, super rad. Motherfucker!<br />10) Silence: Great acoustic riff, pretty melody and harmony. Beautiful.<br />11) Russian Post-Punk: The only English song on the album and my favorite ever!! It includes the hilarious randomness of the lyrics, fast beat shifting to slow and back to fast, and the best part - GRRRROWLS!!!<br />Score: 4/5<br />(Other CD reviews available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order</a>.)<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Zines!</span></strong> (Hadass S. Ben-Ari)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Viva La Menstruacion!</span></strong> (Hadass S. Ben-Ari)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Punk Cunts</span></strong> (Hadass S. Ben-Ari)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">My Model Sukkah - Sukkat HaAliyot</span></strong> (Sue Tourkin-Komet)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order</a>.<br />Click <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/rivkabz/200909Sep?authkey=Gv1sRgCKLSiO2rqr6KfA&feat=email#">here</a> to view Sue's sukkah in full color!</div><div align="left"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSWuF1je_jxlQQcdcIUtmSECdB5kettFwdFNbCHKUocYyneZYPpRsD_tlA1ZUUg9Gdq5pSR6NdXCzFJc1wwmaK-ZVD5Vz4e9NsNqbIiC5e1DJt_lr36qmm3aOaMDwaoDEjJ2cUdXM4ym4/s1600/SukkahOri.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485922149932703698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSWuF1je_jxlQQcdcIUtmSECdB5kettFwdFNbCHKUocYyneZYPpRsD_tlA1ZUUg9Gdq5pSR6NdXCzFJc1wwmaK-ZVD5Vz4e9NsNqbIiC5e1DJt_lr36qmm3aOaMDwaoDEjJ2cUdXM4ym4/s400/SukkahOri.JPG" /></a></div><div align="left"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">סוכת העליות - סוזן - סו - טורקין-קומט</span></strong><br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Art Night</span></strong> (Hadass S. Ben-Ari)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Riot Grrrl Corner</span></strong> (Hadass S. Ben-Ari)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order</a>. </div>Hadasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950383267131278694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575639317018535778.post-44162418957467330702010-06-23T12:52:00.004+03:002010-06-23T13:58:09.996+03:00Paper Copy of Issue 13Below are some samples of the paper copy of Issue 13. To see these articles in text format for easy reading, click <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2010/06/articles-from-issue-13.html">here</a>. Click <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">here</a> or contact <a href="mailto:fallopian.falafel@gmail.com">fallopian.falafel@gmail.com</a> to order the full zine (available only in hard copy).<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSf16RzU08IAVB8h77i6SlVLe78cKMhzBeTN7eUQv1A8B7iPWzPQxnMAsvZqXDdnrgTl7sOqDkgHHvhfp9lkdchqGgEXGrV9nnPTsQmvEPNJ7s4bJRQhQ0it0O4xcJNxvwbhr6ew-eLpM/s1600/Cover+13.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485906394231384610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSf16RzU08IAVB8h77i6SlVLe78cKMhzBeTN7eUQv1A8B7iPWzPQxnMAsvZqXDdnrgTl7sOqDkgHHvhfp9lkdchqGgEXGrV9nnPTsQmvEPNJ7s4bJRQhQ0it0O4xcJNxvwbhr6ew-eLpM/s400/Cover+13.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRN6IIUAfLidyQoLI3Arsd5736_VLBz8CcRQYBbAc758uB82tyJ_IHYDrojvbZPwxMhXVnT5t_uYbbxLlkpAR1hONxTnTgw57iCEb5rGoLEk_Tp2gzEukw9U80cNxGZ49EA6JrPMj4Ec4/s1600/DIY+intro.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485906384843455890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRN6IIUAfLidyQoLI3Arsd5736_VLBz8CcRQYBbAc758uB82tyJ_IHYDrojvbZPwxMhXVnT5t_uYbbxLlkpAR1hONxTnTgw57iCEb5rGoLEk_Tp2gzEukw9U80cNxGZ49EA6JrPMj4Ec4/s400/DIY+intro.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw6PlfYPZ9_BRs8dFZd0-uonpCFXqw1YgzE2zLK-ho46Zaea0WKX-_-Rad7Lx6VsYGLpTcipOR3cRmHOlgNCbeeKLmpBvXMcm7rlm_n-kNCBi8FGr5912yuhS3xKnZska4iqx990mE_bY/s1600/DIY+excerpt.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485906365840425394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw6PlfYPZ9_BRs8dFZd0-uonpCFXqw1YgzE2zLK-ho46Zaea0WKX-_-Rad7Lx6VsYGLpTcipOR3cRmHOlgNCbeeKLmpBvXMcm7rlm_n-kNCBi8FGr5912yuhS3xKnZska4iqx990mE_bY/s400/DIY+excerpt.JPG" /></a> </div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQRNWYmW40fOR4V7qsTWnLywKZzKV7yOM7ywzsTTwxH62RHtilfBEY2CMbVtSZNx5OYmdeFustLK5072cpLug751zTA-rAA6w8YEyUAvS_p6gwoR1y6HSecDhXLKbxe73ee7w9pxcKsuY/s1600/Hashlooliyot+review.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485906376115680194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQRNWYmW40fOR4V7qsTWnLywKZzKV7yOM7ywzsTTwxH62RHtilfBEY2CMbVtSZNx5OYmdeFustLK5072cpLug751zTA-rAA6w8YEyUAvS_p6gwoR1y6HSecDhXLKbxe73ee7w9pxcKsuY/s400/Hashlooliyot+review.JPG" /></a></div></div>Hadasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950383267131278694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575639317018535778.post-90853730903871893962010-05-13T21:54:00.004+03:002010-05-13T22:03:17.171+03:00Paper Copy of Issue 12Below are some samples of the paper copy of Issue 12. To see these articles in text format for easy reading, click <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2010/05/articles-from-issue-12.html">here</a>. Click <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">here</a> or contact <a href="mailto:fallopian.falafel@gmail.com">fallopian.falafel@gmail.com</a> to order the full zine in hard copy or PDF format.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLRnAphkjF2jWRkmlqiipHdoA02u4Om50JQHRkY5yDfWwRmshhaRkxalyuRqfy1-F9d35U8r8Xw5mGj3n0PBzyXYbg_dJSDvEgRv-22ljrHuFQ1L-DfAgupjBzghgEaodqGbedqBfOKE4/s1600/Cover+12.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 260px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470831232518605282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLRnAphkjF2jWRkmlqiipHdoA02u4Om50JQHRkY5yDfWwRmshhaRkxalyuRqfy1-F9d35U8r8Xw5mGj3n0PBzyXYbg_dJSDvEgRv-22ljrHuFQ1L-DfAgupjBzghgEaodqGbedqBfOKE4/s400/Cover+12.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKbGctvCfEyXS5IXD8LZnNA8BvaAFmFLYKkC2AQSuLNthmHSvGRgg5eDDVfSgcRWToi3nhBYK4e3eYBlTAXsKqc5lsxUVF8twAUkRko6W1EhVrAb5dS3MPu2Kj6SvfWNIMRkAJCJzJmTE/s1600/Intro+12.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 260px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470831225480492386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKbGctvCfEyXS5IXD8LZnNA8BvaAFmFLYKkC2AQSuLNthmHSvGRgg5eDDVfSgcRWToi3nhBYK4e3eYBlTAXsKqc5lsxUVF8twAUkRko6W1EhVrAb5dS3MPu2Kj6SvfWNIMRkAJCJzJmTE/s400/Intro+12.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5B3slb2YxYKOrgeRGynx9hmuN-xt7X0IM1ZoIsLm8VioMWpSKf4sQGiwMRZv9slEsrRBJ2Frx3YPuIbrcDrO3H6ia-kxIjiZOwobkGxDnWxUN9XdE8Bfx7qLDn-g5xN0ExVaZx3WYD_w/s1600/The+Cycle.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 260px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470831071138830466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5B3slb2YxYKOrgeRGynx9hmuN-xt7X0IM1ZoIsLm8VioMWpSKf4sQGiwMRZv9slEsrRBJ2Frx3YPuIbrcDrO3H6ia-kxIjiZOwobkGxDnWxUN9XdE8Bfx7qLDn-g5xN0ExVaZx3WYD_w/s400/The+Cycle.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyJJPDh5A32s7RgHzb19kvuKtcq7kRBZWSYv6D0HXqqjsTzhLk0QxWB1XRbEwiF1pQ5Hc9mWopj_fqfyZcd1f4fOCM2vOVg2B9gZH7S0s6CKh4ZK1CvZ4ETbAQA_KKjFpVROKoaP_-28w/s1600/Serial+Virgin+Dater.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 260px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470831065043202306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyJJPDh5A32s7RgHzb19kvuKtcq7kRBZWSYv6D0HXqqjsTzhLk0QxWB1XRbEwiF1pQ5Hc9mWopj_fqfyZcd1f4fOCM2vOVg2B9gZH7S0s6CKh4ZK1CvZ4ETbAQA_KKjFpVROKoaP_-28w/s400/Serial+Virgin+Dater.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2bYN6pzEljFdOGoo_gv4HBxrkknKFisWR0DTxL3CdLC0R_IqH3xx0tZix9VNHQOPKTaxfCpyZSbLPfie1ixo1nM-kxFXqy4KleR5KOs_-evIXrIk3ACtWrQC4RmxwJBDtJDzK5ADkKsY/s1600/Virgin+Births.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 260px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470831062731824946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2bYN6pzEljFdOGoo_gv4HBxrkknKFisWR0DTxL3CdLC0R_IqH3xx0tZix9VNHQOPKTaxfCpyZSbLPfie1ixo1nM-kxFXqy4KleR5KOs_-evIXrIk3ACtWrQC4RmxwJBDtJDzK5ADkKsY/s400/Virgin+Births.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU8W-xGabXyOI9v0caM7wqqaqN85TZJ4Zx02CsKX1YOHsWhfyI2NNIQBJqdusJHPI3BLtuE-XURwyRJZcdtCLHxE-F98dEuHDDnRq_sX743YLVaP9mDPCotyBzy_bOBT2I63bSn-nwI5U/s1600/Unmade+Angel.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 260px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470831052956796370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU8W-xGabXyOI9v0caM7wqqaqN85TZJ4Zx02CsKX1YOHsWhfyI2NNIQBJqdusJHPI3BLtuE-XURwyRJZcdtCLHxE-F98dEuHDDnRq_sX743YLVaP9mDPCotyBzy_bOBT2I63bSn-nwI5U/s400/Unmade+Angel.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDvYR6L_YFC9gqSJ99VeZx4A5QY1FAKEciIcJVClE9WkkDNDXMJDymdTRsbQMWtQcNJ-7FeekPXAmm_QsSBnhW7lBq8j3e0T2IEg683eCkOEHG-Z3_tQ1oGs1cjzBx6GbHQIE12xRF0ZI/s1600/Rivers+of+Babylon.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 260px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470831046066804546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDvYR6L_YFC9gqSJ99VeZx4A5QY1FAKEciIcJVClE9WkkDNDXMJDymdTRsbQMWtQcNJ-7FeekPXAmm_QsSBnhW7lBq8j3e0T2IEg683eCkOEHG-Z3_tQ1oGs1cjzBx6GbHQIE12xRF0ZI/s400/Rivers+of+Babylon.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Hadasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950383267131278694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575639317018535778.post-16031338772818256182010-05-13T21:16:00.004+03:002010-05-13T22:27:32.399+03:00Articles from Issue 12The following are sample articles from Issue 12. Click <a href="http://www.mediafire.com/file/y42noo5mdak/ZineLayout-Issue12.pdf">here</a> to download the PDF version for free, or contact <a href="mailto:fallopian.falafel@gmail.com">fallopian.falafel@gmail.com</a> to order the full zine in hard copy or PDF format.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The Holy Hymen</span></strong> (by Hadass S. Ben-Ari)<br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKbGctvCfEyXS5IXD8LZnNA8BvaAFmFLYKkC2AQSuLNthmHSvGRgg5eDDVfSgcRWToi3nhBYK4e3eYBlTAXsKqc5lsxUVF8twAUkRko6W1EhVrAb5dS3MPu2Kj6SvfWNIMRkAJCJzJmTE/s1600/Intro+12.jpg">View paper</a></span></em><br /><br />Virginity is something to cherish, something to protect and something to save for a special someone…<br />Or virginity is something fathers have an obligation to protect.<br />Or virginity is something for men to steal.<br />Or virginity is something divine that ought to be worshipped by believers worldwide.<br />How about virginity belongs to the beholder and can be used as he or she wishes?<br />Since this is a feminist zine, the topic will be limited to women only. But like all other issues, it seems like virginity is yet another aspect of a woman’s life that belongs to everyone else but the woman herself.<br />Society, for example, creates a thick cloud of confusion around virginity. On one hand, you should save your virginity until you’re married (clearly ignoring the fact that not all women choose to get married). On the other, if you’re not a virgin up to a certain age, you’re a slut. Or if you are a virgin from a certain age, then you’re a prude.<br />At least, these are the societal standards that I felt dominated my life and my body. Shame was a big part of it, as it has been with any other aspect of my life – I was ashamed of my body, ashamed of my inexperience, ashamed of my innocence, ashamed of men, ashamed of love, ashamed of my experience with sexual harassment, ashamed of my voice, ashamed of the fact that I couldn’t scream, ashamed of taking up space in the world, ashamed of disappointing my parents and using their money for substance abuse…<br />When my mom found out that I’m not planning on staying as virgin as olive oil until I get married, she was livid, and did what any good Yiddishe Mama does – made me feel guilty and made me tell my dad about it. So I was beyond ashamed. But I went ahead with it anyways, because if there was one thing I hated more than feeling shame, it was feeling innocent.<br />I starved for corruption, and starved for more with every slap I got. When I lost my virginity, I felt reborn. And although technically I had given it up to my boyfriend of the time, I felt like I owned it more than ever, because I used it to shape my body as I wanted it to be – feminine and hymen-less.<br />This issue is an attempt to reclaim our bodies, yet again, and our virginity, not as a loss, but as something that we own and control. It mostly contains poems on virginity, and stories of first-time love, and also on societal views of virginity.<br />There is also a rather unrelated segment that I decided to add in this issue, as a tribute to the Land of Israel and its 62 years of independence, which took place around mid-April this year. This segment includes my account of March of the Living and a couple of poems.<br />And if you haven’t already guessed the Riot Grrrl Corner band featured in the cherry issue, here’s a hint:<br />CH-CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB!<br />Enjoy!<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Venus</span></strong> (by Hadass S. Ben-Ari)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Broken Cherry</span></strong> (by Naomi)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A Rebuttal</span></strong> (by Shoshana RK)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The Cycle</span></strong> (by Deborah Kadishelby)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5B3slb2YxYKOrgeRGynx9hmuN-xt7X0IM1ZoIsLm8VioMWpSKf4sQGiwMRZv9slEsrRBJ2Frx3YPuIbrcDrO3H6ia-kxIjiZOwobkGxDnWxUN9XdE8Bfx7qLDn-g5xN0ExVaZx3WYD_w/s1600/The+Cycle.jpg"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">View paper</span></em></a><br /><br />In many religious circles, the use of tampons are prohibited for single women on the basis that this invalidates a woman’s virginity, and that nothing is supposed to pass through a woman’s hymen before her husband’s penis on the wedding night. This strict adherence to the concept of virginity reduces a woman’s marriageable value to her sexual purity. In this way, certain religious insistence of virginity seeks to limit a woman’s actions on every aspect of her life, including one which men know almost nothing abut, and indeed, have often traditionally been seen as dirty or unnatural. This source of life, this monthly flow is so constricted, that many women begin to fear their periods, are ashamed of their flows, and hate that which makes them women.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Of Romance, Cherries, Clichés and Sex</span></strong> (by Darryl Egnal)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A Female Email Sent to a Male</span></strong> (by Sue Tourkin-Komet)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">First Time Awakening</span></strong> (by Debbie Snyder-Eliraz)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Bodies...of...Water</span></strong> (by Sue Tourkin-Komet)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Serial Virgin Dater</span></strong> (by Sandra Fragola)<br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyJJPDh5A32s7RgHzb19kvuKtcq7kRBZWSYv6D0HXqqjsTzhLk0QxWB1XRbEwiF1pQ5Hc9mWopj_fqfyZcd1f4fOCM2vOVg2B9gZH7S0s6CKh4ZK1CvZ4ETbAQA_KKjFpVROKoaP_-28w/s1600/Serial+Virgin+Dater.jpg">View paper</a></span></em><br /><br />Life seemed better when I was a virgin. Didn’t have to worry about the pill, condoms, vibrators, pregnancy, dental dams, STD’s... Life just seemed so much easier. Kinda like having a buzz cut – just get up and go with no complications.<br />There are men out there that seem to think that being with a virgin is better...for them. There are lesbians out there that prefer being with someone who has never been touched by a man. It’s fuckin’ annoying is what it is. Seems like a conquest – who can get to you first and which “team” are you rooting for the most. It’s disgusting.<br />My issue is with straight men. In particular: my ex-boyfriend who would say to me, “If we ever break-up, I’ll still be the one that popped your cherry.” Who fuckin’ cares if you popped my cherry when the sex wasn’t that good in the first place?! Give me a great fuckin’ orgasm and that will be something worth talking about and worth remembering. “Oh yeah, your small cock is so great. I love it. Your small cock feel so large in my tight hole?” *rolls eyes* Whatever. When I wasn’t enjoying the sex with him or wasn’t crawling all over him, I was called a “prude”. Really? A prude? I hardly think so... You just have a small cock and I couldn’t feel anything. After we broke up and I started going out with my current partner, I bumped into my ex and the loser said this to my partner:<br />“Hey, you might be with her now but I’m the one who popped her cherry.” *insert eye roll here* What the fuckin’ hell?!?!?!?! Of all the fuckin’ audacity!!!!<br />“We shared a special moment with one another, a moment you won’t be able to share with anyone else.” Yuck, wish I could share it with someone else! *barfs* He is now going out with a girl who, surprisingly enough, is a virgin. He was bragging about it so I called him a “Serial Virgin Dater... You manipulate and deceive girls into believing that you care about them when all you really want is their virginity.” That offended him A LOT and he got really angry. Must have hit a nerve! He said he wasn’t going to stand there and be insulted (HA!) and left with steam practically coming out of his ears. Good riddance!!!!<br />Is it just me or do guys who have small cocks like to go after virgins and call what they feel “love” and “connection”? (Yeah, there’s a connection alright between your small cock and a girl who’s never been penetrated before. What a tight fit!)<br />Alright, I might seem a bit jaded when it comes to guys with small cocks and their intentions with girls who have never had sex before but really, who wouldn’t? Seems fuckin’ suspicious.<br />Like they have some sort of hidden agenda. And that hidden agenda is between their legs.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Losing It</span></strong> (by Anonymous)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Fifteen & a-Half & Overly-Ripe</span></strong> (by Sue Tourkin-Komet)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Virgin Births</span></strong> (by Dr. Lea-Ora Leeder)<br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2bYN6pzEljFdOGoo_gv4HBxrkknKFisWR0DTxL3CdLC0R_IqH3xx0tZix9VNHQOPKTaxfCpyZSbLPfie1ixo1nM-kxFXqy4KleR5KOs_-evIXrIk3ACtWrQC4RmxwJBDtJDzK5ADkKsY/s1600/Virgin+Births.jpg">View paper</a></span></em><br /><br />I am a single mother by choice of a beautiful six month old girl, and my child was conceived not the “fun” way, but through IUI. Some perverse part of me wanted Raphaela to be born on Christmas Day, so I could say that the sperm donor was G-d. Technically speaking, I did not have sex in order to bring my daughter into the world.<br />Recently, I have thrown myself back into the arena of dating, and was confronted with the odd question, can I still marry a Cohen? While I believe that much of organized religion exists to bolster the power of insecure and money-conscious men, this issue takes religious snobbery to the next level: a Cohen may only marry a pure woman, a woman who has not been tainted by a previous marriage, thus implying that only a virgin would be acceptable to those who some day may serve in the Third Temple. Those of the priestly class boast that they even have a special genome, distinctive only to men; in fact this gene can be found in many African tribal leaders who claim Jewish descent.<br />The Ultra-Orthodox expend a lot of energy to prove that their daughter is worthy for match making, that her hymen is complete. Woe to a Chareidi girl who fell off a horse as a child, she will end up unmarried and an embarrassment to her family.<br />I am not a divorcee, but my hymen is most definitely punctured, child birth will do that. One Cohen gentleman became quite angry and felt that he had been tricked into dating me when he found out I had a child; not that he was such a catch in any case, I wouldn’t want him sacrificing my lamb.<br />Is virginity biology or a state of mind? And should men really be the ones to decide?<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Flashing & Flushing: First Love</span></strong> (by Sue Tourkin-Komet)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Losing My Innocence in a Hotel Room at 14</span></strong> (by Jessi Edwards)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to order or download.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Virginity Smirginity</span></strong> (by Tinamarie Bernard)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Unmade Angel</span></strong> (by Hannah Greenberg)<br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU8W-xGabXyOI9v0caM7wqqaqN85TZJ4Zx02CsKX1YOHsWhfyI2NNIQBJqdusJHPI3BLtuE-XURwyRJZcdtCLHxE-F98dEuHDDnRq_sX743YLVaP9mDPCotyBzy_bOBT2I63bSn-nwI5U/s1600/Unmade+Angel.jpg">View paper</a></span></em><br /><br />Juvenile anhinga, whose flesh-colored tights<br />Without vambrace or even simple pauldrons,<br />Never crenellated, but constructed from fashion,<br />A singular regolith, that smalltime hustler, cries.<br /><br />She’s not altered by inanition. Instead, receives<br />Immediate attention even when not readily, at the larche’s<br />Threshold, offering her breasts for public view,<br />Or otherwise, allegedly, sharing shelter with neighbors.<br /><br />Whereas space visitors attempt fornication, their forked tongues<br />Making passage over the wee girl’s dimensions, regularly tickling<br />Her toes with mud, slime, worse, she’s no biological entablature,<br />Not a fool, ever.<br /><br />Just a gal with a gist, an uncanny ability<br />To live between moments dirtied by cancer, poison,<br />Or portended escapes related to aliquot<br />Parts of power. Such women prevail.<br /><br />Hence, the unmade angel, not the racewalker,<br />Gets good results due to “marvels” of character<br />While another young thing requires “minor surgery,”<br />An abortion, for a doxy aged thirteen.<br /><br />Overstuffed chairs, chests, chattel make small waves<br />In compensation for virginity lost, refound, resold.<br />Street practices voluntarily adopted means little ones<br />Get left dreaming of nothing.<br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Here starts "We're All Blue & White" - Special Segment dedicated to Yom Ha'atzmaut</span></strong></em><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">By the Rivers of Babylon</span></strong> (by Sue Tourkin-Komet)<br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDvYR6L_YFC9gqSJ99VeZx4A5QY1FAKEciIcJVClE9WkkDNDXMJDymdTRsbQMWtQcNJ-7FeekPXAmm_QsSBnhW7lBq8j3e0T2IEg683eCkOEHG-Z3_tQ1oGs1cjzBx6GbHQIE12xRF0ZI/s1600/Rivers+of+Babylon.jpg">View paper</a></span></em><br /><br />By The Rivers of Babylon I learnt to swim to<br />p e r f e c t i o n<br /><br />By The Rivers of Babylon I learnt to type to<br />p e r f e c t i o n<br /><br />By The Rivers of Babylon I learnt to drive with<br />c a u t i o n<br /><br />By The Rivers of Babylon they advertise tablets<br />for eternal e r e c t i o n s.<br /><br /><br />But here in Zion–<br />I learnt to pray with e l a t i o n<br />I learnt to dance with holy a b a n d o n<br />I learnt to love to be a v e g e t a r i a n<br />I learnt to swim in perfect i m p e r f e c t i o n.<br /><br />And here near Zion–<br />Moses broke The Tablets for eternal g e n e r a t i o n s.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Marching On</span></strong> (by Hadass S. Ben-Ari)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Just Because</span></strong> (by Sue Tourkin-Komet)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Riot Grrrl Corner</span></strong> (by Hadass S. Ben-Ari)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><strong></strong>Hadasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950383267131278694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575639317018535778.post-36404680689618232072010-03-23T20:12:00.004+02:002010-03-23T20:28:42.730+02:00Not From Adam's Rib<span style="font-size:78%;"><em>Originally published in German in </em>Missy Magazine <em>(Germany), August 31, 2009, by Sebastian Ingenhoff, photos by Roland Wilhelm. Click </em></span><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?cty0eg2jnmm"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">here</span></em></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><em> to download the original article in German.</em> <em>(Visit Missy Magazine's </em></span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.missy-magazine.de"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">official site</span></em></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>).</em><br /><em>Translated by Noa Stemmer-Holtz</em></span><br /><br />A feminist scene in Jerusalem? This hardly exists. Apart from Hadass S. Ben-Ari and her Zionist Riot Grrrl Fanzine.<br />The Zion square is considered the center of events in modern Jerusalem. Situated here is Uganda, a record shop with an integrated cafe, where you can relax, spend the afternoon, eat the best Humus in town and listen to music. On a bookshelf, local fanzines are on display.<br />Hadass S. Ben-Ari has also brought a few journals that she wants to offer for sale. The diminutive twenty-six year old manages from Jerusalem the feminist fanzine <em>Fallopian Falafel</em>. You can rarely meet her at the Uganda, because this record shop specializes in experimental electronic music; not so much her cup of tea. Hadass sits next to the window, sipping some water. She has black curls, wears a Heavy Metal-shirt and talks so quietly that it is quite difficult to understand her over the music. “The feminist scene in Jerusalem is small,” she says, “so small that you could say: almost non-existent.” In Tel Aviv there are a few bands and fanzines, but in the Holy City she is exclusive with her <em>Fallopian Falafel</em>.<br />Hadass’ parents come from Morocco, but they are Jewish. She was born in Israel before she moved to Canada at the age of eight. Fifteen years later a coincidence brought her back to Jerusalem. She experienced a positive cultural shock, fell in love with the city and decided to stay. After having completed her journalism studies, she now works in a soup kitchen, distributing food for deserving poor and homeless people. She does not feel like working for one of those glossy magazines that are, at the moment, dropping like flies. She is however not earning any money with <em>Fallopian Falafel</em>, but “instead I can write about topics that are important to me and I do not have to curry favor with anyone. I would simply not have such freedom as an employee in a magazine or a daily newspaper.” <em>Fallopian Falafel</em> is a do-it-yourself magazine that is published every few months. The website praises it as the “first and only Jerusalem-based fanzine bringing Riot Grrrl culture to the Holy Land.” So far nine editions have been published. Readers can download it for free on the website or order it from Hadass by mail for a small fee. The topics range from pregnancy and abortion – the focus of the current issue – over homosexuality and religion to feminism and the mentioned Riot Grrrls.<br />The Riot Grrrl-movement developed at the beginning of the 90’s in the USA out of the ruins of Grunge. Female punk bands such as Bikini Kill, Team Dresch or Sleater Kinney roughed up the male dominated punk and hardcore scene back then with their own bands. Around them developed a lively, do-it-yourself based scene, whose body of thought was spread by fanzines, such as the legendary Riot Grrrl which brought the movement its name.<br />Back then Hadass was still young and listening to Michael Jackson. At a certain point however, she started to get into heavy metal and punk and on this way she also discovered the music of the Riot Grrrls. Hadass eats kosher, fasts on Yom Kippur and defines herself both as a Jewish Zionist as well as a left feminist. She believes in God, but primarily in herself. The fixed rules of the ultra-orthodox Jews are, for her, just as suspicious as the nihilist melee of many punk bands. She wears a pentagram around her neck, a pentagonal star as a symbol of connection with the mystic Jewish figure Lilith.<br />Lilith was actually the first Riot Grrrl, a kind of an antihero to the biblical Eve. According to the legend, Lilith was Adam’s first wife, but she was not just made out of his rib but she was rather put by God on the man’s side with equal value. When Lilith beyond that denied being a sexual slave to him, she was sent from paradise directly to the desert. From then on the rumor was spread that she would ally with demons, sneak around houses and steal people’s children from their cribs. In order to protect themselves from her, people hung up pentagrams on their doors. But it didn’t help. On the contrary, according to a witch saga Lilith felt rather attracted by this pentagonal star.<br />This then explains the pentagram around Hadass’ neck. And it’s of course also because she is a heavy metal fan. By the way, the pentagram is also a symbol of Islam (seen mostly in green) and can be found, for example, on the Moroccan flag. The Star of David, the symbol of Judaism, looks the same only at first sight. With a closer look you see that it has six points, the twelve corners symbolizing the twelve tribes of Israel.<br />Hadass fights vehemently against the habit of demonizing religions per se. “All religions have something magical about them in one way or another. It is absurd to believe in something that you cannot see. But it is simply part of human nature to be absurd,” she says very existentialistically. She stands for a progressive Judaism that fights against misogyny and homophobia in all its manifestations and that also accepts feminist readings. For those reasons it is essential to her that <em>Fallopian Falafel</em> reports from as many perspectives as possible. In the issue about reproduction, on which she is working at the moment, there will be both positive as well as critical articles about the right of abortion, for example.<br />Judaism is for Hadass a religion in which women had always played an important role and in many aspects are equal to men. Women in Judaism were already protected by a marriage contract before this custom became popular in other cultures as well. Being Jewish is primarily defined through the mother, not through the father. Women also play an important role in public life in Israel, even in the army. On the other hand, there are still no female rabbis and in general Hadass sees a need for improvement in many aspects.<br />“There are so many synagogues in which women and men sit peacefully next to each other. However, apart from that, traditional communities still exist, in which women and men are separated through a curtain or some kind of a wooden fence to pray. The other day I was driving to Tel Aviv in one of these little buses and a young girl, maybe ten or eleven years old, got in and sat down next to an ultraorthodox Jew. It was the only empty seat. He demanded that she stand up and sit somewhere else. An eleven year old girl!”<br />Precisely because of these contradictions Hadass wants to stay in the capital city and not move to the modern Tel Aviv. She shows me a coffee shop in her neighborhood in which two years ago a “very well-known terrorist attack took place.” When entering we are scanned by a security guard. Jewish humor is very black and it’s probably the only way to get along with this absurd situation. I had already experienced that the day before at an electro festival in Tel Aviv. When a loud air raid warning suddenly went off backstage, a techno producer commented on my irritated look simply with a bored: “Don’t worry. In two minutes you’ll find your foot over there, your arm dangling in the ventilator and if you’re lucky, you may even be able to release some last human sounds.” Hadass guides me further through Jerusalem’s new town, past a few record shops, coffee places and tattoo shops. The scene is very straightforward. Because of this, it is important to her to build a network with other young feminists and queer-activists around the world. Unlike Tel Aviv, where you always see homosexual couples holding hands, it is not easy in Jerusalem as a same-sex oriented person. Once a year the Jerusalem Open House organizes a Pride and Tolerance march, which regularly needs to be protected by the police because of the Arab and Jewish hardliners, in seldom unity, throwing taunts and stones. Both Arabs and Jews curse homosexuality as blasphemy. Hadass marches with them and distributes her fanzine, although she is not lesbian herself. The parades in Tel Aviv, however, with their carnival atmosphere, rainbow flags and solidly united politicians and celebrities, she finds almost ridiculous. “Jerusalem and Tel Aviv are completely different worlds.”<br />We finish the day in a small restaurant next to the famous Jaffa Street, where a concert of the Tel Aviv Riot Grrrl band HaShlooliyot is taking place. While people are still eating at the surrounding tables, the four girls burst in and arrange their instruments. The majority of the guests don’t seem to be here because of the band and during the concert they calmly continue enjoying the popular sandwiches for which they came, but the quartet doesn’t care. The singer’s name is Lisa, “like the vegetarian of the Simpsons.” She and Hadass know each other by sight. Hadass wrote about the band in <em>Fallopian Falafel</em>. Lisa is a little hyperactive, talks a lot, laughs all the time and finds everything “sweet,” the rooms, the crowd, vegetarianism. We stand in the smoking section and converse completely mundanely about food and about the fact that Israel is a paradise for vegetarians.<br />"For a vegetarian it’s paradise," Lisa throws in, "but for the Arab population, Israel is anything but." She completely disagrees with the safety policy of the current government, but this would be a futile discussion. “So let’s quickly smoke up the biggest tumor in the world before everything collapses,” she says and scrounges a cigarette.<br />I better not ask what else is supposed to collapse today. The fact that the band plays in a disdainful restaurant instead of a chic club is, by the way, not something that Lisa finds unusual for Jerusalem. The city would rather offer religious sights than a broad cultural choice. Therefore it happens that one plays in a sandwich place. In Tel Aviv the case is completely different.<br />Lisa sings in Hebrew, her lyrics and introductions are very humorous, the people in the audience and even the band members are laughing again and again. They talk about the small dicks of their ex-boyfriends, but sometimes also about the never-ending politics. In any case, everyone agrees that in the past politicians of both genders have failed.<br />The current issue of <em>Fallopian Falafel</em> on the topic of pregnancy and abortion can be downloaded for free on the website fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com. Older issues Hadass sends for a small fee, digital or by mail (email to fallopian.falafel@gmail.com).<br /><br /><br /><strong>Appendix</strong><br /><br />First quotation:<br />Hadass believes in God, but primarily, as she says, in herself. The fixed rules of the ultraorthodox Jews are, for her, just as suspicious as the nihilist melee of many punk bands.<br /><br />Second quotation:<br />Hadass does not feel like working for one of those glossy magazines. She is however not earning any money with <em>Fallopian Falafel</em>. “Instead I can write about topics that are important to me and I do not have to curry favor with anyone. Such freedom I would simply not have as an employee.”<br /><br />Caption of the first picture:<br />The Uganda coffee place at Kikar square [mistake in the original] has not only the best Humus in town in its collection, but also discs and fanzines.<br />Caption of the second picture:<br />Riot Grrrl concert in a Jerusalem coffee place. The fact that most of the guests did not come for them but for the sandwiches does not bother the band.<br />Caption of the third picture:<br />The last issue of <em>Fallopian Falafel</em> was dedicated to the topic of love. This stays always [relevant] also between feminists.Hadasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950383267131278694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575639317018535778.post-80035162173029567472010-02-17T20:32:00.007+02:002010-05-13T22:05:09.293+03:00Articles from Issue 11The following are sample articles from Issue 11. Click <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">here</a> or contact <a href="mailto:fallopian.falafel@gmail.com">fallopian.falafel@gmail.com</a> to order the full zine in hard copy or PDF format.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Ke-Tzitzim u'Frachim</span></strong> (by Hadass S. Ben-Ari)<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTA_RGIBmB3fcIFaHFHKROZCC2SHOIAOOPBZZAt4d7MXkUEl49-Xn-xKnWrRMjmr5Qc8RGmNQZ9IhpUdtLn5Kf1FKLkAKpOaYuTAQOJ989AhC3AneY4VEJEJr6t0MULCfW_5r8BpyzjBE/s1600-h/Intro11.JPG">View paper</a></em></span><br /><br />That passage from the Friday night hymn of Bar Yochai always made me laugh. In modern Hebrew it means “Like tits and flowers.” In the said hymn, however, it apparently refers to some sort of decoration… no understatements there.<br />On second thought, the original meaning of the word “zayin” is a weapon, but is currently used as a pejorative for penis. As such, I think that “tzitzim” might really mean decoration, but was adopted by modern Hebrew speakers in order to avoid using the word “breasts,” so they settled for “you know, those things that decorate women.”<br />The way straight men treat our mammaries is best described by the joke that compares toy trains with breasts – they are intended for babies, but grown men end up playing with them.<br />But women experience their breasts in many different ways. I, for example, always thought that if I were to audition for a lingerie commercial and my only competition was a washboard, the washboard would probably nail the part. So I decided to mold my itty bitties as I see fit – by getting them enlarged (slightly) and piercing my nipples. And although my family urges me to wear tight shirts and to arch my back (and that may be the only family who does), I like to preserve the mystery of my breasts under many layers of large death metal t-shirts and thick hoodies, and expose them only to select men who may be lucky enough to see them.<br />Aside from that, I am vehemently against bras. Breast-binding is like Chinese foot-binding. To all you big-busted women, common sense tells me that it is not your breasts but rather your bras that may be causing your back pain. Your breasts are not attached to your back, but by wearing bras you strap them to your back, like wearing a backpack forward. Besides, studies show that wearing bras can also cause breast cancer, so liberate your breasts!<br />As for nipples, they are MADE for piercings! I wish I had more nipples.<br />A materialist society like ours also treats breasts in different ways – the way that breasts are exploited in pop culture, the way they are displayed by Victoria Secret, or the way they are covered up as a religious woman’s secret, the way they are used as an object of ridicule or obsession by men and women alike, and the way they are propped up, enlarged, reduced, tightened, buckled, or squeezed together according to conformist norms.<br />But I believe that breasts transcend any conventional stereotypes that this materialist society may label them with. There is something much deeper than that.<br />The politically correct Hebrew term for breasts is “Shadayim.” Rabannit Hadass Badass says that this word contains the word “Shada’i” which is another name for the Mother Goddess often used to mean protection or safety, as well as the word “Shad,” which if written in Hebrew with no vowels can also be read as “Shed” that means a demon.<br />So holy or demonic, Shadayim have a power that us mortals have yet to understand.<br />In a sense, they’re holy because they sustain humans in the early stages of their life. And they may be considered demonic because those who have them are automatically at risk of being subjugated to offensive sexual innuendos (or worse) and at risk of getting breast cancer. It is no wonder then that the Hebrew word for cancer is “Sartan,” which curiously sounds like “Satan.”<br />This issue deals with the various aspects of breasts and the many important roles they play in daily life. It also includes some touching stories by breast cancer survivors, as well as some lighter stories on the adventures of nipple piercings, breastfeeding, breast terminology and more. Finally, don’t forget to check out the Riot Grrrl Corner featuring an exclusive interview with the Cathy Santonies.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>The Breast Cancer Front</strong></span> (by Hadass S. Ben-Ari)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">On Breastfeeding and Middle-Aged Breasts</span></strong> (by Debbie Snyder-Eliraz)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Breasts, Boobies, or Bubbles</span></strong> (by Tinamarie Bernard)<br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHYt-ptAabl53erGPASzdPBXnDZBjHO7PT3vZM9-vA9XM-cUOMKRRDfiY-psioiC3B61e-tf2yNvQX6G1HiMz6B9MnzQpd_vsDN4GvRD5aFBfUU3MQfQ-RCSZEh4Wv01lgUvgAcZ1YcmQ/s1600-h/Bubbles.JPG">View paper</a></span></em><br /><br />A few weeks back, I took some punches from a handful of readers who didn’t like my use of the word, “boobies.” I learned to accept this; one cannot write a column without occasionally crossing someone’s virtues or values. At the time, my sister told me not to fret about it and do as Madonna does – use the criticism to improve my craft, which in this case, is writing about Modern Love. And one of the most important aspects of that is exploring intimacy, promiscuity and prudishness.<br />Some may find the word “boobies” loaded with unpleasant connotations. On the other hand, there are many people including myself for whom the term has always just been an informal alternative for breasts; it doesn’t offend me as a woman, mother or writer. As with most things, it depends on one’s intention. And I know that eventually, children ask questions, and we must answer. Just the other day, my toddler daughter began to pat my chest. Kneading me with her chubby little hands, she looked up at me with her big blue eyes and said, “bubbles.” Then she giggled, kneaded and snuggled some more. There is comfort in a mother’s bosom.<br />The truth is that breasts are both utilitarian and sensual, and it is impossible to separate the two. We live in a society obsessed with the female breast (nothing new historically speaking) – men ogle at them – some more subtly than others – and women respond with a variety of reactions. Pleasure. Irritation. Outrage. Arousal. Frustration. Confidence. Those who want to diminish the breast to function – the feeding of children – forget that women spend very few years reproducing and nursing. Those who react to breastfeeding with either feigned offense or confusion forget that breasts are more than sexual ornamentation.<br />Besides, our culture offers just one view of the female breast. Others have no problem with the bare bosom, and pre-historic societies often depicted them as round and large. Cleavage comes in all shapes and sizes. With more women – and at younger ages – getting breast reductions/augmentations in pursuit of the perfect pair of perky, I can’t help but think that teaching my children the word, “boobies” is hardly the biggest problem we face as a culture and society. Some may be embarrassed by certain words, and I accept that. But my bigger concern is that we impose shame when there should be none; that we pervert what is natural, and demonize what is sensual, and in the process forget just how fabulous the female breast really is. Breast, boob, or bubble – by any name, they are glorious all the same.<br />Tinamarie Bernard is a Modern Ahavah columnist, San Diego Jewish Journal and top-rated writer of sex, conscious love, intimacy and relationships.<br /><em>View Tinamarie's column </em><a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-2593-Modern-Love-Examiner"><em>here</em></a><em>.</em><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Breast Plate</span></strong> (artwork by Mallory Serebrin)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Betrayed by My Breasts</span></strong> (by Rivka Matitya)<br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM42ckGifwfr3Rhpe6b9BuBmsZEORKyhC7Nq35TV7deWYaKa36Pq5VrYPczKgwMw-0Q_yj-dpmdDmbYDhRMk2Xu6v9oGllK7wRMkYOrk3ZimFKPQmZAekYe6EmFORwWzF3ltV_X74dsvs/s1600-h/Betrayed1.JPG">View paper 1</a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo_lCVrkZOvsn0nP7DZwsbvXdhIPktgZbQAZUccqKuCMi4FKOXT6M5d6d_1J_2Hn43Hs7hie1caTmVqghUENo_KDn2szQwXXnzmO2ey4s_0dYXN5ShE_Sq2kxZ7OsuX5OTIvnZb-sAKag/s1600-h/Betrayed2.JPG">View paper 2</a></span></em><br /><br /><em>This article was originally published as a </em><a href="http://coffeeandchemo.blogspot.com/search?q=%22Betrayed+By+My+Breasts%22"><em>three-part post</em></a><em> on Rivka's blog </em><a href="http://www.coffeeandchemo.com/"><em>Coffee and Chemo</em></a><em>.</em><br /><br />I breastfed all my babies. You don’t even want to know for how long.<br />Once, in the locker room, a woman criticized me for bringing my little boy in to change, accusing him of staring at her breasts.<br />I was polite, of course, but I did point out that as a breastfeeding mother, with many breastfeeding friends, my son saw breasts all the time. To him, breasts were for feeding babies. That this woman thought a six year old boy would be looking at breasts in a sexual way is just sad.<br />“Breast” is not a “bad word” in our home. Even after I stopped nursing my kids, I volunteered as a breastfeeding counselor. (I still do, though I am far less active than I once was.)<br />I talked about breasts ALL the time.<br />So, when I learned that I had breast cancer, I felt betrayed by my body.<br />Breastfeeding lowers the incidence of breast cancer, both in mothers and their babies. I breastfed ALL my babies, for a LONG time. How could my breasts betray me like this??<br />My breasts were a source of life. My children lived on breast milk alone for anywhere between six months to a year (depending on the kid). Even after my kids started eating solids, breast milk was their primary source of nutrition. Later, it was a valuable supplement for them. When they were breastfeeding, my children almost never got sick. Breast milk was the elixir of life!<br />How could my breasts turn from a source of life to a threat of death??<br />How could they contain cancer???<br />I did not know how to look at my body anymore.<br />My body had betrayed me.<br />My breasts had betrayed me.<br />I needed to find someone else like me. Not just any other survivor, I specifically searched for other breastfeeding counselors or lactation consultants, who survived breast cancer.<br />I felt there was something special, and ironic, about being a breastfeeding counselor and having breast cancer.<br />Surely, someone who spends so much of her time talking about breasts, and handling breasts, must have a particularly hard time dealing with breast cancer.<br />I worried about my ability to continue counseling breastfeeding mothers. Would I be able to provide the same level of support? Should I resign, as a La Leche League leader, from our local organization?<br />I was not ready to close off that part of my life.<br />I spoke with other leaders from my area. They encouraged me to listen to my heart, and embraced me when I chose to stay.<br />Today, I still sit on our area council and assist in our local district. I also continue to counsel mothers by phone and in person.<br />Other leaders, who know me, know that I have breast cancer. I do not share that information with the mothers I help.<br />I never did find another breastfeeding counselor with whom to share my experiences.<br />That need passed.<br />I still needed to learn to live with my body again. When I was first diagnosed, I desperately wanted to “save my breast.”<br />The lumpectomy left my breast deformed and ugly. It also did not remove all the cancer.<br />Once I realized that a mastectomy was inevitable, I knew that I wanted reconstruction.<br />I teach swimming; I am in the locker room all the time; breasts are everywhere.<br />I am very open about my experiences, but it has always been my choice about when and where to share that information. I did not want the stares, or the pity.<br />So, I went to one of the best plastic surgeons in the world (thank God for insurance!!). I had a skin-saving mastectomy, followed by DIEP reconstruction, using my own tissue to rebuild my breast. I could still feel sensations on the surface of my skin. Eventually, regenerated nerve tissue created sensation within the breast as well. The new breast became be a part of me, not just some foreign object inserted into my body.<br />But, was that enough?<br />On the outside, I looked “normal.”<br />No doubt, that felt good.<br />But it took time until I could look at my body without just seeing all those scars.<br />It took a while before “the new breast” became “my breast.”<br />Eventually, the wounds healed and the scars faded.<br />Once again, I felt “normal.”<br />Normal felt good.<br />I was done with breast cancer.<br />My story should end here, but it does not.<br />Only a few months after I had put cancer behind me, a routine mammogram, and follow up tests, revealed devastating news.<br />What began in my breast, now resided in my bones, liver and lungs.<br />I no longer had to worry about my breasts.... I had cancer all over my body.<br />My journey into the world of breast cancer had only just begun.<br />With love and optimism,<br />RivkA<br /><em>Please daven (or send happy, healing thoughts) for RivkA bat Teirtzel. </em><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Feminist Breasts</span></strong> (by Alejandra Gorino)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">My Tittie Dilemma</span></strong> (by Shira Pruce)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Training towards Adulthood</span></strong> (by Pamela Ariel)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The Sucker Who Won</span></strong> (by Miriam Drori)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Mastitus or, Breast Feeding Isn't Always Fun</span></strong> (by Leah Moses)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Things I Wish I Could Tell Her</span></strong> (by B Bennett)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Breast Milk, It Does a Body Good</span></strong> (by Dr. Lea-Ora Leeder)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Nursing </span></strong>(by Dorit Shirim)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">One Small Star in the Whole Milky Way</span></strong> (by Sue Tourkin-Komet)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The Mammogram</span></strong> (by Tinamarie Bernard)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Breasts, Ear Lobes and Belly Buttons</span></strong> (by Hannah Greenberg)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">On Reading Audre Lorde's Cancer Journals</span></strong> (by Leah Moses)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Topless Russian Bride</span></strong> (by Tinamarie Bernard)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Artistic Breast Power</span></strong> (by Ectoplasm) and Goddess (artwork by Ectoplasm)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The Shield</span></strong> (by Hadass S. Ben-Ari)<br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4mOsKNfrJAbXgkKHZV6FZP_BNDTZ7NsAKNEwGfpPjOcbZPBT3K4NPDX1SYLfEdK_O8xJSl9W6Wo7Mgpx2tIhQbyedbW66kVYODolhBKzDVfCtjrHH_UQbYdXLkFuIpPd_qcI_ZwiAUp8/s1600-h/Shield1.JPG">View paper 1</a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV27mSfUQnqIPJ01nJSx1Xq9bF65FZ8Q7dyEd6APLenKJffj07D93TkV35pRx2jv2qjVgTCvvZcNKgyl3ErV5KpYMInvF3Em_Sd99X0F_1YOS2k6NJCrApH1ZanSP8uUf9iNdvWqGEsBA/s1600-h/Shield2.JPG">View paper 2</a><br /></span></em><br />It was back when I attended Montreal’s Concordia University that the horror took place.<br />A year before the incident, I was walking around slouching more than I usually do because I had just gotten my right nipple pierced, and seeing as I wasn’t wearing a bra, there was nothing separating my aching nipple from the inner surface of my shirt. Every slight brush of my nipple with my shirt made me quiver.<br />Whatever the media says about the dangers of nipple piercings clearly didn’t apply to me because a mere two weeks later, my piercing was healed.<br />I headed to the parlor once again to get it checked and to change my retainer for a beautiful shiny nipple shield.<br />Exactly 357 days later, on February 1, 2004, the world was rocked down to its foundations when (brace yourself) Janet Jackson flashed her nipple ring on the Superbowl Halftime show.<br />Shock! Gasp! Faint!<br />I walked into class the next day, and being in journalism school, all my colleagues were raving about it. The media had a field day and the newspapers were plastered with Janet’s embarrassed expression as she covered her exposed right breast, and Justin Timberlake standing next to her looking like a 13-year-old kid whose balls just dropped.<br />The incident was replayed endlessly in slow motion on media outlets nation wide, if not world wide, sometimes uncensored, but mostly with Janet’s boob morphing into a black circle or a blurred out piece of skin, as Justin tears off a piece of her corset.<br />Then the news came out that a federal investigation was in the works regarding the half-a-second long incident. Fines were levied by government authorities in the hundreds of thousands of dollars against media corporations who broadcasted the episode live.<br />I sat in class bewildered.<br />Seriously? A half-second boob flash is enough to drive the world into catatonia? I was going catatonic just trying to make sense of it.<br />Kids were watching that, sure. But parents don’t see anything wrong with letting their kids watch increasingly sexist commercials, TV shows, movies, and music videos on a regular basis. So it’s ok to let your seven-year-old recite obscene, chauvinistic and homophobic Eminem lyrics and let him watch commercials showing women in bikinis washing a car splashing water and throwing suds at each other, but if you let your kid see the hint of a nipple or, Goddess forbid, a nipple piercing, then you can expect a nice overdraft in your bank account.<br />Then, an even more confusing event took place. Justin Timberlake felt it was necessary to excuse the whole thing as a “wardrobe malfunction,” whatever that means.<br />First of all, I strongly believe that the whole thing was staged. Janet and Justin must have rehearsed that routine about a thousand times. The “shocked” and “embarrassed” expressions of the artists were also clearly staged – the acting was mediocre. And there’s always a five second delay in any live broadcast, so if it really was a mistake, the respective media outlets would have cut to (the supposedly not-as-sexist) commercials before the boob fell out.<br />Second of all, why apologize in the first place? I mean, personally I don’t like Justin Timberlake. His music is a generic regurgitation of pop, which is an already crappy music genre in essence. And, as an artist who worked so hard to rip off Michael Jackson (RIP), Justin is an absolute insult to the King.<br />But after that “wardrobe malfunction” statement, not only is he an untalented musician, he’s also a dyslexic liar. You simply don’t apologize for something like that. If a reporter sticks a microphone in your face and asks you to explain what the hell just happened, you say “I tore off a part of her top to expose her dazzling nipple ring so that everyone would know that breasts are what makes the world go round.” And that would have been the proud, ballsy, honest answer.<br />Finally, what kid out there has never seen a breast? So if it happens to appear on TV, full, beautiful, adorned by a gorgeous nipple shield, and that’s aside from the fact that Janet Jackson is a stunning woman, why soil your pants about it?<br />I pondered on how this whole event is a bit reminiscent of the Clinton-Lewinsky controversy. Did people seriously think that Clinton is a eunuch? Is he any different than other miniskirt-chasing dudes out there?<br />I watched the halftime show rerun for several days because that’s all they ever broadcasted on TV at that time.<br />I stroked my right nipple shield and thought about how cool it is that Janet and I have something in common. If I were as beautiful as her, I wouldn’t doubt the exposure for a second (or half a second, for that matter).<br />I couldn’t, and still can’t, believe that people made such a big deal about it. By reacting to this incident with such shock is exactly what demonizes the female body in today’s society, and kids who witness such a reaction from the adults, who are ultimately their role models, eventually internalize this issue and perpetuate it.<br />Wardrobe malfunction, my breasts.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Mother's Milk</span></strong> (by LaMesha)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxyOfL__4MvGrtBecMxhTbnVqOoQv4ZW2AW-MpBFvtGI9-h2nXlRoH8_eil1D72km7e8uQdiE3L7jnNtmKEpSEtz0_qK7W6R51qCbxWdg8zLN77Uv9EF9VaaAXDCCggGhYtD8WHLFEwyE/s1600-h/MothersMilk1.JPG"><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>View paper 1</em></span></a><em><br /></em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisfPzZK0vsug6Wjg80-aDbvf2IxqR90On6fvhRM3oFoIGD-EB19RRsMYs6El-nNJOSlsOk6X-TrJsFZx6ISuD9hkWyVf3vnzP1XfjQRS8P0OuIrfNbXNml9cdpE7sZUZumEZa_1MhpUgs/s1600-h/MothersMilk2.JPG"><em>View paper 2</em></a><em><br /></em></span><br />My name is Lamesha and I grew up drinking breast milk. I’m African American and the child of a teenage mama, so statistically speaking I am an outlier. Black women are the least likely to breastfeed. And teenagers? Not very likely. But somehow, somewhere, my own mother, after giving birth to me all by herself in the hospital at the age of 19, put me to her breast and I latched on. I have loved boobs ever since.<br />My own son Jake was born via c-section. After four days of being strapped down, monitored, poked, prodded, and drugged in the hospital, my body stopped working and refused to dilate. I hope this never happens to you. I hope as a woman you always feel like your body is yours and that you are in control and you feel complete, regardless of if you are a mother or not. I had my baby cut out of my uterus. Tied down to a bed, can’t feel my legs, doctors talking above me, shaving my vagina, and then “it’s a boy”, except I couldn’t hold him, I had to get stitches. I got the bikini cut.<br />I always knew that when I had babies I would breastfeed them so I went to the breastfeeding class, read the books and was all set to go, but after birthing him, and feeling like I had lost complete control, it became so much more important. I had to prove to myself that I was still in control of my body; that I was capable of providing for my own child, and that I could do something. When you have stitches in your lower abdomen, you can barely walk and are totally dependent on other people for everything for nearly six weeks, but I could keep my own child alive. That’s pretty damn important. I just wanted to feel good at something (and of course motherhood is all about competition).<br />I had to see him while I fed him so I rarely covered up my breasts. He was 5lbs 1oz at his tiniest and I was afraid to smother him. I didn’t care about people staring or where I was or who was around. Jake was hungry. He needed to eat now. Pretty soon we got really good at it, and I could talk on the phone, have him in the baby sling on my boob, cook dinner and have the TV blaring at the same time. I hooked myself up to an expensive electrical breast pump when I had to go back to work and pumped milk for him on my breaks and froze it. Infant formula was never an option for us and it stinks really, really bad. My milk made him smell good.<br />I leaked milk sometimes and wore nursing pads, I had to keep my bra on while I had sex because most guys don’t like breast milk in their face (but some do), and I had bras in many different sizes because some days I was more full of milk. My family did not support my breastfeeding, which is typical for black families in the U.S. and offered me formula or judgment whenever I fed Jake around them. They covered me in blankets and always asked when I was going to stop nursing him. My mom nursed my brother until he was nearly three so I wasn’t in any particular rush. Jake wasn’t either. We kept going. And going. And going.<br />I would like to thank my son for my size 34D boobs. They are no longer full of milk but occasionally he still wants to put his mouth there because he likes to snuggle and because he remembers getting milk from me but he’s almost four and doesn’t nurse anymore. We had a good run and I now feel confident in my body again. I kept my son alive. I made his food. I grew him inside of me and then I nourished him when he came out, all by myself.<br />I’m in a new phase now, where my breasts are sexual again and I must say that I enjoy this new part of my life. One of the least talked about things that make women not breastfeed is being able to separate the physical and sexual feelings they have about their breasts with being a mother, but society overly sexualizes breasts anyway, so this isn’t just a woman’s issue. Anytime someone’s mouth or hand is touching my breasts it feels sensitive, but I just have to think, “this is my son he’s eating” and understand that yeah it might feel good but I’m not a pervert and I’m using my boobs for their natural biological purpose. When I am having sex I have to think, “I’m having sex right now, this isn’t about my baby, I can enjoy this feeling, my milk may come down, but I’m still sexy”. And sometimes those feelings will feel very similar but it doesn’t matter. Eventually all nursing mothers get it. Your body is working, it’s responding accordingly to being stimulated. It can’t tell the difference between a baby’s mouth and a grown adult’s mouth. You have to use your brain.<br />If you ever have a baby and choose to breastfeed your child, I just want you to know that there is a community of women out there who will support you. We’re just under blankets or in the dirty public restroom or in the car or in the boss’s office pumping milk or feeding our babies so you might not know where we are. We will go to war for you. We will post thousands of pictures of our nursing babies on our Facebook pages for you. We have nurse-ins at airports for you, we will answer our phone in the middle of the night for you and if you get sick we will feed your babies with our own milk if you like. Please try to breastfeed, your baby deserves the best, and you are it. Your boobs are good enough. Trust them.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">My "Breast" Asset!</span></strong> (by Darryl Egnal)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Busted; Rhetorically "Out of Order"</span></strong> (by Hannah Greenberg)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Insecurity to Nipple-icious</span></strong> (by anonymous)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Nipple Shields for Dummies</span></strong> (by Hadass S. Ben-Ari)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Riot Grrrl Corner</span></strong> (intro to interview with The Cathy Santonies by Hadass S. Ben-Ari)<br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPM6ed0x5IAJq3TDsimkrc-9rfDJkBK2BkRfQCEcDOWQBVGwBv4hW53JWE1OuWx083oQOq4qKrCxXA0WssDUIHQc_1WbUmOSTVEs6Qe5o33tGmVhjgtyqQ2pt7FwNZUG5nJNW_JzCI5gw/s1600-h/RGCorner-excerpt-intro.JPG">View paper</a></span></em><br /><br />“Can’t Compete With Cathy Santonies!”<br />I first came across the Cathy Santonies when I started getting more and more into Riot Grrrl music and spent hours on MySpace every day going from page to page listening to bands that described themselves as Riot Grrrl or influenced by Riot Grrrl or had feminist messages in their songs.<br />When I heard the songs featured on the Cathy Santonies’ MySpace page at the time, I didn’t understand why they were not as well known as others I came across.<br />The Cathy Santonies has to be one of the most underrated bands in the scene and this is why I decided that it’s time to share their amazing tunes with my grrrls and readers of Fallopian Falafel.<br />Based in Chicago, this awesome-foursome features Radio Santoni on lead vocals and bass, Mojo Santoni and Jane Danger on guitar and vocals, and Kaylee Preston on drums. Their style and lyrics contain all the major elements of authentic Riot Grrrl music and the powerful message the movement is intended to convey. They describe their music as “a subversive mix of riot grrrl and cock rock.”<br />With such a description, I was convinced that a simple paragraph on the Cathy Santonies by Yours Truly would not suffice and so I led a short email interview with Radio to explain in her own words how the band started and its strong connection to Riot Grrrl.<br />If you’re ever in the Chicago area, you can catch them live, and I suggest you do. For gig listings, check out their <a href="http://www.myspace.com/thecathysantonies">MySpace</a> page or <a href="http://www.cathysantonies.com/">official site</a>.<br />In honor of their dedication to the raw DIY tape-deck magic that is Third-Wave Feminism, the Riot Grrrl Corner breast issue trophy goes to The Cathy Santonies!<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Riot Grrrl Corner</span></strong> (interview with The Cathy Santonies)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.Hadasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950383267131278694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575639317018535778.post-43267083549061311012010-02-17T20:18:00.004+02:002010-02-17T21:22:18.983+02:00Paper Copy of Issue 11Below are some samples of the paper copy of Issue 11. To see these articles in text format for easy reading, click <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2010/02/articles-from-issue-11.html">here</a>. 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Hard copies are sold out.<br />Half of the proceeds made from this issue will be donated to the <a href="http://jrcc.1202.org.il/English/template/default.asp?siteId=7">Jerusalem Rape Crisis Center</a>.<br /><br />Readers who order the zine in either formats will therefore:<br />1) Get to read the full copy of the zine (yes, all 50 wonderful pages of it!)<br />2) Get to choose between either alternate covers (see Nicole's cover <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggAtEgqSDLwLLzbtn8KVbLbFKD8Ue4XMnS7GxRR2Y4eVVKn26c3rGncpJHmixrt8IIs_aWXcFsLdY7GTVjQ0yHbzgmoKrlFptSIu7U5PmRMAA1_tgLhY0F-Lqbv8zWG7E9ZgjrcO2YFq4/s1600/NicoleCover.JPG">here</a>. See Shoshana's cover <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-FI-pPzHv8Mdu-PWvhCn0q2uZYVekOCduP1cMvuXD98dexITfqOMt7VwJnfAVUgapBgr83RLayKyClaBgAxw24_364QptFwFIrzDQVyF_Dpfakc7qSWG80MYneDQzadhcnukRA-s7GSM/s1600/ShoCover.JPG">here</a>)<br />3) Receive a free Fallopian Falafel sticker<br />4) Contribute to a very worthy cause!<br /><br />To order a copy, please fill out the following form and email it to <a href="mailto:fallopian.falafel@gmail.com">fallopian.falafel@gmail.com</a> with the subject as "Ordering Issue 10".<br />(All fields are required unless marked otherwise)<br /><br /><strong>1) Full Name:</strong><br /><br /><strong>2) Home Address</strong> (for the sticker):<br /><br /><strong>3) Email Address:</strong><br /><br /><strong>4) Preferred cover:</strong> (Shoshana or Nicole)<br /><br /><strong>5) Would you like an invoice?</strong> (Please note that this is a private zine run by one lady, namely me, so unfortunately this is not tax deductible)<br /><br /><strong>6) Additional comments</strong> (optional):<br /><br />After you have emailed your completed form, additional instructions on payment methods will be emailed to you promptly.<br /><br />If you wish to contribute to the Jerusalem Rape Crisis Center without ordering an issue, please click <a href="http://jrcc.1202.org.il/English/template/default.asp?siteID=7&PageId=59&catId=34&maincat=12">here</a> (you will be redirected to the "Support Us" section for the Jerusalem Rape Crisis Center at the homepage of The Association of Rape Crisis Centers in Israel).<br /><br />Thank you for your support and generosity!Hadasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950383267131278694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575639317018535778.post-4327525700552604572009-11-25T20:56:00.007+02:002010-06-23T12:49:28.887+03:00Articles from Issue 10The following are sample articles from Issue 10.<br />Please support the Jerusalem Rape Crisis Center by purchasing the issue in PDF format, by clicking <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2009/11/order-issue-10.html">here</a>. Thank you!<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The Deafening Side of Silence</span></strong> (By Hadass S. Ben-Ari)<br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV6e9P5QYA1U5JQYyM442lZpF_VStzeWDOj_xkbElfl_T5PSIDXfwEy-6AYCyzOX7xXRGhh6d3msTAayiduO5THQCXHnBNZRaXW3A2agrLf-GzGtZEppVoNYRYefYWSPVrvQjWlBCNZ5E/s1600/Intro10.JPG">View paper</a></span></em><br /><br />Some time ago, I went to a friend for a Shabbat lunch. There were about two dozen other women there. At some point during our various conversations, we got to the topic of sexual harassment. Somehow, we decided that every woman should introduce herself to the rest of the group – because we didn’t all know one another – by telling a story of a traumatizing or invasive experience she had. This is how every woman there introduced herself:<br />“My name is (name) and I was sexually harassed last week/month/year/yesterday/this morning…”<br />Every single woman there had a story related to sexual harassment on some level, subtle or overt. Although each one of us had a different history, different background, born in different countries, studied or worked in different fields, had different hobbies and talents, and unique appearances, we all shared the experience of sexual harassment.<br />Although we acknowledged the fact that men are not immune to this kind of experience, we also could not deny that this type of scenario could never take place with a group of men, where each one of them would have a story about being sexually harassed. The fact that all of us had a “random dude grabbed my ass on the bus” story was overwhelming… and eye opening as well.<br />I view sexual harassment and rape as one of the only crimes that do no discriminate. If you’re a woman, you’re in danger. Tall, short, skinny, chubby, old, young, religious, secular, classy, tomboy, black, Asian, Jewish, gay, straight – a rapist does not see the difference.<br />All these horrific stories on the news – a father raping his daughter while the mother stands idly by, a group of young men raping elderly women, 14-year-old boys sexually harassing girls in their class, a nun gang raped by a random group of men, a serial rapist on the loose – it seems to never end.<br />But until we can rise victorious in our battle against sexual violence or any kind of violence against women, we must first learn to overcome our own experiences by breaking our silence and be heard, so that these news stories will no longer serve as the golden shock factor coveted by media outlets worldwide, but as the real and potent reality that we, as women, face on a regular basis.<br />Silence is something that many women struggle with, me being one of them and I am still holding an inner dialogue with myself trying to figure out if and how to break the silence. But every woman should do so at her own pace and in a way that feels right, because being forced into any act is wrong.<br />Writing is a big part of healing in a lot of areas in my life as it is for many other women I know. So this issue of <em>Fallopian Falafel</em> serves as an outlet for those who want to make their story heard, those who are ready to break the silence, and also for those women and girls who may feel alone in their pain and need to know that they are far from alone, and that they may very well be a part of a majority of women who felt or are feeling that same pain and fear. It contains poems, fiction stories, actual accounts, and religious discussions on sexual violence. To end on a positive note, the Riot Grrrl Corner brings you Le Tigre’s “Keep On Living.”<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A Time to Talk</span></strong> (By Hadass S. Ben-Ari)<br />Available only on hard copy or PDF format. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2009/11/order-issue-10.html">order</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Safe Sex</span></strong> (By Arlene L. Alyehs)<br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdUBWMgFaPPsF8Zj0UL1ggSIY72ViVV_KhHfMrFsNyW0iT3plQNkfpiB9XFk-aOm_x7bnqSI2_gcLOIX1yFmMyorsp3RO41EmKNXeZMEcZgcbYvPIZlZr2Z5ZZ91f7WlUkQGAhFYdgjSQ/s1600/SafeSex.JPG">View paper</a></span></em><br /><br />Some women practice safe sex.<br />They practice everyday—like playing the piano.<br />They had boyfriends at the right times,<br />In the right amounts and sequentially.<br />They demurred—or demanded condoms or got married.<br />They have children. They watch TV. They read in bed.<br /><br />But for some women, sex was never, is never, will never be safe.<br />At two or three your stepfather, uncle or babysitter<br />Or the next-door neighbor<br />Puts your pudgy hand into his pants<br />And you feel something silky hot hard and then slimy wet<br />And he threatens you with whatever is most precious<br />Whatever you can’t afford to lose<br />Like your dog or teddy bear or your mommy or<br />Him.<br /><br />And later—on the subway a stranger reaches under your skirt<br />And cups your buttocks while your<br />Mother or Father or nanny is reading <em>The New York Times</em><br />And he gets off at the next stop<br /><br />And you’re not quite sure what to say or to whom, or<br />If it really happened.<br /><br />On dates you slide away from hands or grab them.<br />You refuse to kiss or kiss passionately.<br />You like hoodlums or girls only or older men<br />Or no one.<br /><br />You read porno magazines, <em>Kinsey</em>, <em>Masters and Johnson</em><br /><em>The Hite Report</em>.<br />You practice TM, liberating masturbation, yoga, Tai Chi,<br />Macrobiotics, aerobics, country dancing<br />You even practice sex.<br /><br />But no matter how much you practice<br />You never get it right.<br />And no matter how many birth control pills, diaphragms, coils,<br />Sponges, condoms, douches you use<br />Sex is never<br />Safe.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Hearts Crossed Out</span></strong> (By Clementine Cannibal)<br />Available only on hard copy or PDF format. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2009/11/order-issue-10.html">order</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A Separate Violence: Recalling Female Abuse During the Shoah</span></strong> (By Alana M. Sobelman)<br />Available only on hard copy or PDF format. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2009/11/order-issue-10.html">order</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Why I Sang "Night Prowler"</span></strong> (By Tamra Spivey)<br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-eAc6YXu_r__m_jlsotT7w0tEcTPQsDEmgL91aDzDSB81tWGWfoUCwwKtw-Dwps8wrEUIQHJ6BfbVidQhC2eM8WceNvDIh84jy3nmuAtS7zFog2q7-5LDSogyB-S66OFyD1IhqZM7lVI/s1600/NightProwler.JPG">View paper</a></span></em><br /><br />Crime was a constant at Jabberjaw in Crenshaw. Friendships were born in the aftermath. One night when the PeeChees were playing two guys from San Pedro had their truck broken into: shattered glass everywhere. We waited with them for the police who, as we tried to flag them down, drove slowly by, laughing at us. They were both white, one was a woman.<br />After Jabberjaw closed, the two guys from San Pedro opened a club in a bleak strip of warehouses along Pacific Coast Highway: PCH Club. The first time we were asked to play there we went down to check it out and to my shock I had a full blown panic attack, something that never happens to me. I was sure I was going to die in a car crash or assault any second.<br />Later that night after talking it over with my best friend I figured it out. PCH Club and the area around it looked an awful lot like where I was taken in tenth grade when I was kidnapped, beaten, raped and nearly murdered. I was having a flashback.<br />The band wanted to cancel the show but I didn’t want to. I think we were opening for Red Monkey from the UK. I decided I wanted to face this down. I wanted to use the fear, harness it to my performance, and be rid of at least some of it. I found the two creepiest predator songs I could to make into my revenge song.<br />“Night Prowler” by Bon Scott’s AC/DC is known around SoCal as the Richard Ramirez song because it helped inspire the Hispanic satanic causing panic serial killer to call himself the Night Stalker. “Pacific Coast Highway” from Sonic Youth’s Sister CD is a Kim Gordon song about a predator in a car. Given the club placement, it seemed magical. I began seeing what I was doing as a ritual of catharsis.<br />The night of the show I wore a big black hoodie (when I sang Night Prowler PCH I pulled the hoodie over my head). It had silkscreened in white on the back of it the planet Earth and the words Terror Worldwide. When I put it on I thought of all the girls and women raped and murdered every day in the world.<br />At first as I sang it I was shaking and sweaty but as I began using the lyrics as my own words, as I imagined myself as the hunter, taking vengeance on a rapist, I began feeling an incredible amount of energy. By the end of the song I was relaxed, relieved, and happy even. People said I was glowing.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Honor Killing and Abuse</span></strong> (By Maha Ismail)<br />Available only on hard copy or PDF format. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2009/11/order-issue-10.html">order</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The Shriek</span></strong> (By Sue Tourkin-Komet)<br />Available only on hard copy or PDF format. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2009/11/order-issue-10.html">order</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Violated</span></strong> (By Ariel Blacher)<br />Available only on hard copy or PDF format. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2009/11/order-issue-10.html">order</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Girls Scare Boys</span></strong> (By Shira Pruce)<br />Available only on hard copy or PDF format. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2009/11/order-issue-10.html">order</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Picnic</span></strong> (By Yasmin Eshref)<br />Available only on hard copy or PDF format. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2009/11/order-issue-10.html">order</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The Sexual Politics of Mental Illness</span></strong> (By Hannah Greenberg)<br />Available only on hard copy or PDF format. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2009/11/order-issue-10.html">order</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Inside Job</span></strong> (By Arlene L. Alyehs)<br />Available only on hard copy or PDF format. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2009/11/order-issue-10.html">order</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">SANE: An Interview With An Expert</span></strong><br />Available only on hard copy or PDF format. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2009/11/order-issue-10.html">order</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Where's My Childhood? I Think it's Around Here Somewhere...</span></strong> (By Sandra Fragola)<br />Available only on hard copy or PDF format. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2009/11/order-issue-10.html">order</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Happy, Sad, Angry, Victorious</span></strong> (By Shira Pruce)<br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbbI_DqImAs7QBodlGKpJbo_7kPBT_KyeewfcozZrbuYx6sh9sNoedvg3eRpgIDeCZz9vUHMqW7oRqDy_OGXd4uJBstf2kK_JqLXhsrY0rSbRax93PTONsOuXx_2y9hSONIkQQcFwM-ug/s1600/HappySad1.JPG">View paper 1</a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKO3VpF_zkhzKa59TNMd0Cx-308yARcY_Vkm7eujastoub0xtBIYwo7AX93bcYurZHkiOFNXELjQL6jO2-DHWgrk4asv_LObi3c3_NwGQtoEfHxKN0c31Qt_hhq1p3hLCYgSdybpeUhS4/s1600/HappySad2-Shetoldonhim.JPG">View paper 2</a></span></em><br /><br /><em>Happy, Sad, Angry, Victorious - not always in that order.</em><br />Jamie Leigh Jones is just one of the names you may or may not know. She is one of the women who made it to the news, as opposed to every other 1 in 6 women that survives rape or attempted rape in the US. Jones was an employee of government contracted KBR in Iraq when she was drugged and gang raped by coworkers. She was denied a fair trial, being “unable to sue KBR for sex discrimination in open court because KBR was one of many companies with government contracts that require employees to sign individual contracts barring lawsuits and forcing mandatory binding arbitration, where the company almost always wins.” (according to NOW). She started the Jamie Leigh Foundation for women who find themselves in similar situations.<br /><br /><em>Sad, Angry, Angry, Sad, Angry</em><br />President Moshe Katzav and his ongoing rape case barely make the news, despite the fact that he allegedly raped women repeatedly in his offices and hotel rooms. We await his sentence.<br /><br /><em>Happy, Sad, Angry, Victorious, Sad, Angry</em><br />In 2000, a religious cab driver in Jerusalem inappropriately and unwantedly accosted me during a 15 taxi ride. In 2002, I marched in my first Take Back the Night. We screamed, we marched, we were united, we were together, we were not ashamed. Fuck that taxi driver.<br /><br /><em>Happy, Drunk, Angry, Sad, Victorious</em><br />In 2004, I had a date that lasted too long. He refused to leave and nearly raped me. In 2008 I took course IMPACT at El Halev in Jerusalem. We screamed, we kicked, we battled, we learned, we changed, we got stronger, we are ready and we know what to do.<br /><br /><em>Angry</em><br />Four million women and girls are trafficked each year globally.<br /><br /><em>Angry</em><br />Every two minutes in America someone is sexually assaulted.<br /><br /><em>Victorious</em><br />Every time a woman signs up for a self-defense course, or joins a martial arts class, attends Take Back the Night, joins a survivors group, or prosecutes a rape - we win.<br /><br />Support or volunteer at these organizations doing amazing work to prevent and support survivors of rape and sexual assault: El Halev, Jerusalem Rape Crisis Center, Women to Women Jerusalem Shelter for Battered Women. Be a part of the road to Happy and Victorious!<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">She Told on Him</span></strong> (By Sandra Fragola)<br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKO3VpF_zkhzKa59TNMd0Cx-308yARcY_Vkm7eujastoub0xtBIYwo7AX93bcYurZHkiOFNXELjQL6jO2-DHWgrk4asv_LObi3c3_NwGQtoEfHxKN0c31Qt_hhq1p3hLCYgSdybpeUhS4/s1600/HappySad2-Shetoldonhim.JPG">View paper</a></span></em><br /><br />The girl’s uncle tells her that no one will believe he touched her<br /><em>She told on him</em><br />The girl presses charges against her uncle<br /><em>She told on him</em><br />The girl testifies against him in court<br /><em>She told on him</em><br />The girl’s mother, father and brothers are there in the courtroom supporting her<br /><em>She told on him</em><br />The girl’s uncle hangs his head in shame<br /><em>She told on him</em><br />The girl’s uncle confesses to everything<br /><em>She told on him</em><br />The girl’s family disowns him<br /><em>She told on him</em><br />The girl’s uncle is going away for a long time<br /><em>She told on him</em><br />The girl celebrates for putting him away<br /><em>She told on him</em><br />The girl feels justice has been served<br /><em>She told on him because he thought he could get away with it….<br />She proved him wrong</em><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Dans le ventre d'Eve</span></strong> (par Sylvie Berube)<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">In Eve's Belly</span></strong> (By Sylvie Berube)<br />In French and English<br />Available only on hard copy or PDF format. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2009/11/order-issue-10.html">order</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The Mysterious East</span></strong> (By Arlene L. Alyehs)<br />Available only on hard copy or PDF format. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2009/11/order-issue-10.html">order</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">When the Bough Breaks</span></strong> (Song by The Agonist)<br />Available only on hard copy or PDF format. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2009/11/order-issue-10.html">order</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Breaking Dina's Silence: The Biblical Story of Dina and its Significance</span></strong> (By Tamara Frankel)<br />Available only on hard copy or PDF format. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2009/11/order-issue-10.html">order</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Riot Grrrl Corner</span></strong> (By Hadass S. Ben-Ari)<br />Available only on hard copy or PDF format. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2009/11/order-issue-10.html">order</a>.Hadasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950383267131278694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575639317018535778.post-56258838635633405992009-11-25T20:45:00.007+02:002010-06-23T12:49:59.653+03:00Paper Copy of Issue 10Below are some samples of Issue 10. For the text version of these articles for easy reading, click <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2009/11/articles-from-issue-10.html">here</a>.<br />Please support the Jerusalem Rape Crisis Center and click <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2009/11/order-issue-10.html">here</a> to order the full version in PDF format. Thank you!<br /><br />Cover of Issue 10 by Shoshana RK<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-FI-pPzHv8Mdu-PWvhCn0q2uZYVekOCduP1cMvuXD98dexITfqOMt7VwJnfAVUgapBgr83RLayKyClaBgAxw24_364QptFwFIrzDQVyF_Dpfakc7qSWG80MYneDQzadhcnukRA-s7GSM/s1600/ShoCover.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408115751794708514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-FI-pPzHv8Mdu-PWvhCn0q2uZYVekOCduP1cMvuXD98dexITfqOMt7VwJnfAVUgapBgr83RLayKyClaBgAxw24_364QptFwFIrzDQVyF_Dpfakc7qSWG80MYneDQzadhcnukRA-s7GSM/s400/ShoCover.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Cover of Issue 10 by Nicole Walker<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggAtEgqSDLwLLzbtn8KVbLbFKD8Ue4XMnS7GxRR2Y4eVVKn26c3rGncpJHmixrt8IIs_aWXcFsLdY7GTVjQ0yHbzgmoKrlFptSIu7U5PmRMAA1_tgLhY0F-Lqbv8zWG7E9ZgjrcO2YFq4/s1600/NicoleCover.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 258px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408115753836134850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggAtEgqSDLwLLzbtn8KVbLbFKD8Ue4XMnS7GxRR2Y4eVVKn26c3rGncpJHmixrt8IIs_aWXcFsLdY7GTVjQ0yHbzgmoKrlFptSIu7U5PmRMAA1_tgLhY0F-Lqbv8zWG7E9ZgjrcO2YFq4/s400/NicoleCover.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV6e9P5QYA1U5JQYyM442lZpF_VStzeWDOj_xkbElfl_T5PSIDXfwEy-6AYCyzOX7xXRGhh6d3msTAayiduO5THQCXHnBNZRaXW3A2agrLf-GzGtZEppVoNYRYefYWSPVrvQjWlBCNZ5E/s1600/Intro10.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408115612794234914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV6e9P5QYA1U5JQYyM442lZpF_VStzeWDOj_xkbElfl_T5PSIDXfwEy-6AYCyzOX7xXRGhh6d3msTAayiduO5THQCXHnBNZRaXW3A2agrLf-GzGtZEppVoNYRYefYWSPVrvQjWlBCNZ5E/s400/Intro10.JPG" /></a> </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdUBWMgFaPPsF8Zj0UL1ggSIY72ViVV_KhHfMrFsNyW0iT3plQNkfpiB9XFk-aOm_x7bnqSI2_gcLOIX1yFmMyorsp3RO41EmKNXeZMEcZgcbYvPIZlZr2Z5ZZ91f7WlUkQGAhFYdgjSQ/s1600/SafeSex.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408115606754341394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdUBWMgFaPPsF8Zj0UL1ggSIY72ViVV_KhHfMrFsNyW0iT3plQNkfpiB9XFk-aOm_x7bnqSI2_gcLOIX1yFmMyorsp3RO41EmKNXeZMEcZgcbYvPIZlZr2Z5ZZ91f7WlUkQGAhFYdgjSQ/s400/SafeSex.JPG" /></a> </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-eAc6YXu_r__m_jlsotT7w0tEcTPQsDEmgL91aDzDSB81tWGWfoUCwwKtw-Dwps8wrEUIQHJ6BfbVidQhC2eM8WceNvDIh84jy3nmuAtS7zFog2q7-5LDSogyB-S66OFyD1IhqZM7lVI/s1600/NightProwler.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408115602201012274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-eAc6YXu_r__m_jlsotT7w0tEcTPQsDEmgL91aDzDSB81tWGWfoUCwwKtw-Dwps8wrEUIQHJ6BfbVidQhC2eM8WceNvDIh84jy3nmuAtS7zFog2q7-5LDSogyB-S66OFyD1IhqZM7lVI/s400/NightProwler.JPG" /></a> </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbbI_DqImAs7QBodlGKpJbo_7kPBT_KyeewfcozZrbuYx6sh9sNoedvg3eRpgIDeCZz9vUHMqW7oRqDy_OGXd4uJBstf2kK_JqLXhsrY0rSbRax93PTONsOuXx_2y9hSONIkQQcFwM-ug/s1600/HappySad1.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408115597001428370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbbI_DqImAs7QBodlGKpJbo_7kPBT_KyeewfcozZrbuYx6sh9sNoedvg3eRpgIDeCZz9vUHMqW7oRqDy_OGXd4uJBstf2kK_JqLXhsrY0rSbRax93PTONsOuXx_2y9hSONIkQQcFwM-ug/s400/HappySad1.JPG" /></a> </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKO3VpF_zkhzKa59TNMd0Cx-308yARcY_Vkm7eujastoub0xtBIYwo7AX93bcYurZHkiOFNXELjQL6jO2-DHWgrk4asv_LObi3c3_NwGQtoEfHxKN0c31Qt_hhq1p3hLCYgSdybpeUhS4/s1600/HappySad2-Shetoldonhim.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408115591903640722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKO3VpF_zkhzKa59TNMd0Cx-308yARcY_Vkm7eujastoub0xtBIYwo7AX93bcYurZHkiOFNXELjQL6jO2-DHWgrk4asv_LObi3c3_NwGQtoEfHxKN0c31Qt_hhq1p3hLCYgSdybpeUhS4/s400/HappySad2-Shetoldonhim.JPG" /></a> </div>Hadasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950383267131278694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575639317018535778.post-56101457213942930242009-08-01T20:51:00.009+03:002011-01-21T23:25:31.982+02:00Paper Copy of Issue 9Below are some samples of the paper copy of Issue 9. To see these articles in text format for easy reading, click <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2009/08/articles-from-issue-9.html">here</a>.<br />Click <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">here</a> or contact <a href="mailto:fallopian.falafel@gmail.com">fallopian.falafel@gmail.com</a> to order the full zine in hard copy or PDF format.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT-LDXGiL1MvCF5Whx5AjGskQ0E9Hy6z04Fc3EJ4GSvQWJBnjLnc1ozhpYkrCa9dO4vcYoSZGQoxvLquoz6O4VpUPVieS9F2WSLRx7g29KObiEHos9XJyTAzbLHrA7FnWQDS9o7zk265s/s1600-h/Cover+9.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365055893473957794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT-LDXGiL1MvCF5Whx5AjGskQ0E9Hy6z04Fc3EJ4GSvQWJBnjLnc1ozhpYkrCa9dO4vcYoSZGQoxvLquoz6O4VpUPVieS9F2WSLRx7g29KObiEHos9XJyTAzbLHrA7FnWQDS9o7zk265s/s400/Cover+9.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin1xsjFhuhGmTsiMqHAenB2knExBS1j8Jl0MXF-G-m6CwlQY8lsYPutG1pYJGvzsReHEnOHg8qdEi7AVVCTk50beItDjgFWcjsfUIliNKKxXGVdyuUuf2Vi39VPSUHGGg6tSlzrc_szbA/s1600-h/Intro9.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 258px; 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HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365055309014679490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYAteOtVvvBJ0ZXRin5MOmtEcRBX6L2LXYem8efy_jBKKKCKIbxjHfIWeaB-u3mlqQD2lBOhXeOMM5-5so-z0WlnCyiHC6Nq5Q_Z08H6pHJLwcnSGVDhLl40t1Xrpk2CIzgb93lxoYy94/s400/ChoiceForAll2.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZXz-V0HHEbm9j9JhaT_cWr55aqKYuM-qMnJUcZoWBGRWgnFcvX5Ig4mL1KvjPkMrQUc7S-QsdWyaqI-k-6FextrM_93KdV4RI5m1vTZUSkbDBpsrX9sr57W5uBwxvkR__IM6HdRYcZSc/s1600-h/GrandmothersSample.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365055305186965394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZXz-V0HHEbm9j9JhaT_cWr55aqKYuM-qMnJUcZoWBGRWgnFcvX5Ig4mL1KvjPkMrQUc7S-QsdWyaqI-k-6FextrM_93KdV4RI5m1vTZUSkbDBpsrX9sr57W5uBwxvkR__IM6HdRYcZSc/s400/GrandmothersSample.JPG" /></a>Hadasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950383267131278694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575639317018535778.post-87253184477235029642009-08-01T19:30:00.006+03:002011-01-21T23:25:07.672+02:00Articles from Issue 9The following are sample articles from Issue 9. Click <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">here</a> or contact <a href="mailto:fallopian.falafel@gmail.com">fallopian.falafel@gmail.com</a> to order the full zine in hard copy or PDF format.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Nine Moons of Pregnancy</span></strong> (by Hadass Ben-Ari)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin1xsjFhuhGmTsiMqHAenB2knExBS1j8Jl0MXF-G-m6CwlQY8lsYPutG1pYJGvzsReHEnOHg8qdEi7AVVCTk50beItDjgFWcjsfUIliNKKxXGVdyuUuf2Vi39VPSUHGGg6tSlzrc_szbA/s1600-h/Intro9.JPG"><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>View paper<br /></em></span></a><br />We all start at the uterus, attached to our mother with an umbilical cord, entering this world passing through the vagina (c-sections aside). I’ve never experienced pregnancy, and I’ve never given birth or had an abortion. But knowing that I have the ability, the power and the right to do all of the above is thrilling.<br />What I find ironic, however, is that although abortions are legal in Israel, it is such an enormous taboo in Israeli Jewish society, mostly because it is a society that encourages a high birth rate, praises parents who have a lot of children and pities those who don’t have any. This is true especially in religious Jewish societies where parents have something like a dozen kids, because contraception is also a taboo (and actually considered a sin in ultra-orthodox circles). It seems that even for the most desperate women in Israel who wish to get an abortion, it would be more painful and agonizing to terminate the pregnancy than to keep the child, because of these social pressures.<br />The way I see it, if the Mother Goddess, in Her infinite wisdom, decides that this little creature growing inside your body should skip this material dimension and move up to the next level, She will induce a divine abortion, i.e. a miscarriage. The Mother Goddess gave us the ability to understand that existence extends far beyond our limited perception of it. So that tiny creature never lived, never died, just made a quick visit to the material world and moved on to the next without really experiencing it.<br />But if you’re reading this, you are one of those who managed to survive a divine abortion. And surviving it means that while our mothers gave us our matter, and the Goddess gave us our divinity, both gave us the ability to know what is best for our body and soul, and gave us complete control over what this body and soul wish to create or not create. This is where our innate freedom of choice, bestowed upon us by the Goddess Herself, comes from. This complete control and freedom of choice is often limited or taken by jealous male-dominated authorities and patriarchic societies around the world who feel they have a divine duty to keep every woman in check.<br />I bet if men could get pregnant, abortion would not only be legal, it would be a right protected by a constitutional amendment, sponsored by the government, covered by health care and life insurance, and even sanctioned by religious authorities.<br />But men do not get pregnant. Women do, BECAUSE of men. So men are in no position to control our bodies. If I choose to be pregnant, even if I am not married, it is my innate biological right. If my Riot Grrrl sister decides to terminate her pregnancy, it is her innate biological right. And if my ladies around the world wanna use their ovaries to their full potential and have a whole load of kids, or avoid it through celibacy or contraception, it is also their innate biological right – to their body, their sanity and their life.<br />This issue includes both pro-life and pro-choice pieces, because choice extends to all levels of the pregnancy spectrum. It also includes a section on our grandmothers who gave us life, and also fought for our rights in the first two waves of the Feminist Movement. And as always, the Riot Grrrl Corner featuring the birth mothers of Rock for Choice, L7.<br />Enjoy!<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The Mother Goddess is Pro-Choice</span></strong> (by Hadass Ben-Ari)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Too Tiny for Her Buggy</span></strong> (by Sue Tourkin-Komet)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Jewish Single Mom by Choice</span></strong> (by Dr. Lea-Ora Leeder)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Non-Mom's Rights</span></strong> (by Shira Lynn Pruce)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">December, Not April</span></strong> (by LaMesha Melton)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Clinics Can't Always Amend</span></strong> (by Hannah Greenberg)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Choosing Life</span></strong> (by Ruth Tidhar)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCLgCPadaNzw5AzIHIj3yEKOh9iqTKn7nlZ7C2TRauQzCJY1hEASusl3nuKLQ_uUeqN4GvfDikzjlssKYV7PWRn6AVv5xeH7afVo3DzTcvWcnxpdivuM3jf1M8Ihtqd0JIt9FYDPW1q-E/s1600-h/ChoosingLife1.JPG"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">View paper 1</span></em></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcG6KPQpSTQX6wLxLCkNHJizj47zm-eVrBiBwF1_KDYzwVVqUVQbOnDboIYG984Op1a_4e5hreX5p-crdx1mWnMgcPGtDboFJu5Ombh2_2P3OeQHwD6T1W_Vo7zhZml0U8uoYhc2H02-o/s1600-h/ChoosingLife2.JPG"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">View paper 2</span></em></a><br /><br />“Hello, is this Ruthy from EFRAT? I am calling from the hospital to let you know that I gave birth yesterday to a beautiful baby girl! When I think about what I went through to have her… What if I hadn’t gotten to EFRAT, what if I had done ‘it’?”<br />As the social worker for the EFRAT Organization, this is a phone call that I get several times a week from women who came to us for consultation at the beginning of their pregnancy, when they were trying to decide whether or not to have their baby. This time the phone call was from Rina (a pseudonym, of course).<br />Our story began last autumn, on a cool November Jerusalem day. Rina came to our office to ask our help in deciding what to do. She was in her mid-thirties, tall and thin with a pretty face and dark blond hair. Her hands were constantly and nervously twisting a tissue, wet with tears. She was pregnant, in her fourth month already, under enormous pressure to abort.<br />Rina was divorced with a 12 year old son. The son had been pretty traumatized by his parents’ rather ugly divorce and was in psychological treatment. Rina and her son had been living with Rina’s mother for years, ever since the divorce. Over the last few years, Rina’s father and two brothers died within a few months of each other in very upsetting circumstances. The mother herself was not well, both physically and emotionally.<br />The father of the pregnancy was a man that Rina had been seeing very seriously for over a year. He had urged Rina to stop using birth control because he wanted a baby with her and then they would get married, or so he said at the time.<br />When Rina became pregnant, the boyfriend had a total change of heart. He wanted nothing to do with Rina or the baby, in spite of everything he had said. When her family found out about the pregnancy, they were so mortified by the possibility of her being a single mother that they applied emotional and financial blackmail in order to force her to abort. Rina was asked by her mother to leave the house until she has an abortion. She stayed with different friends with her son, for a few days here and a few days there. Rina worked part time in a cosmetics shop, making minimum wage. She was unable to financially support herself and her son. Her ex-husband did not pay child support, nor did he visit his son.<br />After a few weeks of sleeping at different friends’ houses, she heard about the EFRAT Organization. She was absolutely at the end of her tether, ready to have an abortion totally against her inner wishes, only because of the pressure that was being laid on her. Rina was distraught, tearful and overwhelmed. She hated the idea of abortion because she really wanted the baby. I listened to her, commiserated with her and gave her, through the EFRAT Organization, a real chance at making her own decisions.<br />Again and again, I hear stories of women who are forced into having abortions by the men in their lives – their fathers, boyfriends and husbands. This is the case with over 95% of the women who turn to EFRAT for consultation.<br />Back to Rina - she received from EFRAT monthly financial help so that she was able to rent a room near her son’s school. Now that she has given birth, EFRAT will supply her baby with a crib, stroller, baby bath and EFRAT Baby Kit, including cloth diapers, clothing, a blanket, sheet, bottles and pacifiers. Each month for the coming year we will send her diapers and food. When she is ready to go back to work, I will refer her to her to our Family Rehabilitation Project which will help her pay for daycare. Throughout the pregnancy, she was in contact with an EFRAT volunteer who listened to her, encouraged her and obtained legal advice and food packages when she needed them.<br />In short, we were able to give Rina the support that she needed in order to do what she really wanted to do – have her beautiful baby.<br />I am hopeful that there will be some reconciliation between Rina and her family. Yesterday the mother came for a short visit. In our experience, once the baby is a real fact, the grandparents gradually come around and love the baby in spite of the beginning of the story.<br />EFRAT has been helping women make their own choice about continuing their pregnancy for over 32 years. We have 3000 volunteers in every town and city in Israel, many of them women who thought that they had no choice but to abort. After deciding to continue their pregnancy and having their baby, they were so pleased with the results that they feel the need to tell their story to other women in the same situation. Our volunteers befriend the women who turn to us and help them get the assistance that they need, both from EFRAT and from other local tzedaka organizations.<br />If you know of a pregnant woman who is trying to decide whether or not to have her baby, refer her to EFRAT: 02-6536212 or <a href="mailto:ruth@efrat.org.il">ruth@efrat.org.il</a><br />For more information, visit our website: <a href="http://www.efrat.org.il/">http://www.efrat.org.il/</a><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Children</span></strong> (by Yahm Reichart)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNb1FBphhFtRAeanUMjyLncIwDOxmq8bEbKo4_3H8LOPAs1y_lPmPbbRTKuVeUqvP8VESnfWzUiy2zfK4Pa0iCo6E1y_IEaNrb4jXQc2friHcATxisDBRfnGiK0rmlUbtALVw1qyqfnKY/s1600-h/Children1.JPG"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">View paper 1</span></em></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVqAoc0qVBe4-OYk4iO13OJ7fuhaOHJaGcJ2BkilGRwBGCR18ewYwNPuyou0ivaBCItBlR2oXruvG0BS5CrmA8t9c6u5c1UBpvyqaTxiyktf48u9m9Vb_0CJ29AAEVD6deHYuy-U0H7LA/s1600-h/Children2.JPG"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">View paper 2</span></em></a><br /><br />Children are a problem for me. Not really a problem, but I find it difficult to connect with them for more than half an hour at a time. Children tend to gravitate towards me, they want to play with me, they want to talk to me, show me things. My dad always said it’s because I’m genuine in my responses. For example, when my niece was four and she wanted to play instead of eating dinner and began throwing a tantrum because I wanted to eat, I said, “I’m going inside to eat. You can come eat or not. Up to you. We’ll see about playing after dinner. Maybe. I’m not promising.” And then I just walked inside. She came after me, ate as much as four-year-olds do, and then when I didn’t want to play, she just let it go.<br />This is what kids need, say the people around me: an adult who says no and who stands by it. So, at least in this respect, people reason, I will be an excellent mom. And maybe because I don’t buy my nieces Bratz dolls but books with strong female protagonists for their birthday.<br />It stresses me out to think of being a mother. I can’t imagine myself being so selfless like a mother should be. (Or should she?) Why in the world would I live for someone else when I have worked so hard to live for myself, doing only what makes me happy? It seems like that’s a step backwards.<br />It’s quite a coincidence that this issue is about motherhood in its various forms because I recently found out that one of my sisters-in-law will be having a baby boy around Passover. After the good news that he’s healthy, (after she took a scary placenta test involving a camera going up her cervix with no anesthetic), she said that there’s an old wife’s tale that says that if a week-old baby boy pees on a woman, she’ll be able to conceive easier. (The power of the penis, eh?) So I immediately said, “Let’s make sure that DOESN’T happen” and we laughed. But I was uncomfortable at the thought of being a mother, even as a joke.<br />I suppose my uncomfortable feelings stem from not meeting with the societal expectations that as a woman I will (1) find babies and children cute, (which I usually don’t), (2) want to hold them and play with them (which I, again, usually don’t), and (3) want my own (which I don’t).<br />I have had many dreams where I’m happily pregnant, but when it’s time to give birth, I cry and beg to not have to do it. I wake up with tears in my eyes and all in a panic because the last thing I really want is a baby. I just want to feel what it’s like to be pregnant. I want to have a gigantic tummy to rub without being unhealthily obese. I want for people to be happy for me and my gigantic tummy because then it’s legitimate to be so large. But that’s it. No giving birth (vaginal or caesarian) or a baby to deal with afterwards.<br />I don’t have a solution to my uncomfortable reaction to comments about my assumed future desire for motherhood. I recognize that these feelings towards motherhood may change. Perhaps I will one day meet the right woman and I will want to be the “father-esque”-mother to her babies. Maybe I will donate my eggs for other women who are dying to conceive but can’t. Maybe I’ll be a surrogate mother. Maybe I will never have children and just be there for my nieces and nephews as the cool aunt who can talk about anything and likes to give books and tickets to rock concerts as birthday gifts.<br />In the end, I know that if I do decide to have children, it will be because I really want them and not because I’m caving into societal pressure to have them. And I’m fine with that because I think that’s the way it should be. Children should be born out of love, and not for any other reason. Yet, it seems that society is telling me, “Listen, your philosophizing is nice, but let’s be serious: you are a woman, therefore, make babies.” To which I can only respond with, “I am more than my uterus, fucker, so shut the fuck up.”<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">What's in a Name?</span></strong> (by Yasmin Eshref)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I Miss Him</span></strong> (by Jessi Edwards)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Choice for All</span></strong> (by Shira Lynn Pruce)<br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0CHxqw6gWBBGNv1iHWBdQdr42fW4aWtplbNJhsx1mGq-Tg3Ufz6kV3EpFeoReczR2_agAR-_UwiTFU8PJ1exRTDnh5bsxo03YmhbrYp1fkpsNT4hY_VmPJO6FGuITba_1yj23zqQiJxc/s1600-h/ChoiceForAll1.JPG">View paper 1</a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYAteOtVvvBJ0ZXRin5MOmtEcRBX6L2LXYem8efy_jBKKKCKIbxjHfIWeaB-u3mlqQD2lBOhXeOMM5-5so-z0WlnCyiHC6Nq5Q_Z08H6pHJLwcnSGVDhLl40t1Xrpk2CIzgb93lxoYy94/s1600-h/ChoiceForAll2.JPG">View paper 2</a></span></em><br /><br />Personally, I don’t get why people have kids. They’re smelly, they’re loud and eventually they leave you and rebel against everything you tried to instill in them. But I do believe in choice and if you chose to make smelly, loud babies, then, well, good for you, I guess.<br />The thing is, choice is choice. If a straight woman can choose to keep or end her pregnancy, if a straight man can choose to stand up and father the impregnation he caused, then anyone, no matter how they identify- lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender (LGBT) or straight - should be able to choose the same for themselves. Problem is, the LGBT community has less conventional, accessible, affordable and “socially accepted” ways of making this brave choice.<br />Adoption, insemination, surrogacy, shared parenting and other methods of having babies are becoming more available - although still not readily enough - to the LGBT community. Though often expensive and difficult, these methods have managed to sustain an awesome baby boom in LGBT communities all over the free world. And it’s really exciting<br />I’ve seen my friends begin and continue their families but I realize that having a close glimpse into the LGBT community is a privilege that not all people have, especially in homophobic, conservative Jerusalem. So let me let you in to a great world of colorful families.<br />As a fag-hag, I am honored everyday to closely know a community that, while contributing fully to society, including everything from paying taxes to serving in the army, is afforded less rights overall. Marriage is only the tipping point of the inequalities from access to proper health care and reproductive options.<br />The dream to be a parent, while not swimming around in my head at night, knows no socially constructed boundaries. My gay and lesbian friends are starting to plan their families along with my straight friends but it can be a struggle. Finding the right method, doing so with a partner or without, getting legal rights to your child, and in many cases, finding the money and legal measures to create or adopt your child - can be difficult. And seeing these struggles, I wish that I could take away the roadblocks between my giving, caring friends and the child they dream of. Because how could it be anything but natural for a person full of love, understanding differences and overcoming hardship, determination to accept all and be accepted, to make a great parent?<br />And then the baby comes. Now, most babies, we hope, come into the world to meet loving family and friends. But LGBT family babies are so celebrated by the community, still new to these great tiny little miracles. The grandparents, at the beginning of their child’s coming out process, possibly never thought they would see grandchildren. The parents worked so hard to make this baby and dreamed of it since long before it’s conception and delivery home. And friends, like me, can’t contain their happiness for this new tiny baby and know that it is going to be cherished, cared for, nurtured and accepted for everything that they are.<br />Having children is a choice that everyone deserves to make, without exception. Women in Iran and Mea Shearim deserve abortion rights. Gay men, lesbians, bisexuals and transgender men and women deserve the right to create and give a great life to a child, if they want to be parents. But more than deserving these rights, they are integral to allowing each person, no matter how they identify, to live the fullest life that they dream for themselves.<br />(Check out Shira's blog <a href="http://againstmybetterjudgement.wordpress.com/">here</a>)<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Wardrobe Woman</span></strong> (by Yasmin Eshref)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYAteOtVvvBJ0ZXRin5MOmtEcRBX6L2LXYem8efy_jBKKKCKIbxjHfIWeaB-u3mlqQD2lBOhXeOMM5-5so-z0WlnCyiHC6Nq5Q_Z08H6pHJLwcnSGVDhLl40t1Xrpk2CIzgb93lxoYy94/s1600-h/ChoiceForAll2.JPG"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">View paper</span></em></a><br /><br />A crack in the two doors, the gap<br />A slit, pulled open and split<br />Housing a singular coat hanger<br />And a singular hanger on,<br />The next big thing, draped in red satin,<br />Is dripping down her thighs<br />Metal meets cervix then with a twist<br />The service is done, the mist<br />In the bathroom is her tears<br />There is no cutting of cord,<br />There is no Hollywood kiss<br />There is only blood and fears<br />Amongst the bottles of lotion,<br />The exfoliant, the toner<br />The moan of a lost mother<br />And then a lost daughter<br />Is lost over the rushing of water<br />And the mopping of towels<br />She is a women devoured<br />By lack of option<br />A woman devoured<br />By the strictness of God<br />Devoured by the constraints of<br />Bodily complications<br />Shocked by the sight of<br />What was.<br /><br />לתינוק שלא נולד (אנונימית)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Grand Mothers - a sample</span></strong><br /><strong>The Uterine Connection</strong> (by Sarit Gayle Moas)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZXz-V0HHEbm9j9JhaT_cWr55aqKYuM-qMnJUcZoWBGRWgnFcvX5Ig4mL1KvjPkMrQUc7S-QsdWyaqI-k-6FextrM_93KdV4RI5m1vTZUSkbDBpsrX9sr57W5uBwxvkR__IM6HdRYcZSc/s1600-h/GrandmothersSample.JPG"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">View paper</span></em></a><br /><br />So today is my birthday, May 28 and this, I believe, is indeed connected to my Savta. A girl’s connection is so uterus deep with her mother’s mom and I will explain why: It is known that the amount of eggs in ovaries are constant from the day we are born and gradually the amount decreases. This means, get this, that actually when my mother was a fetus in her Mother’s womb, the egg that was to become me was inside my mother’s womb, which was then encased in her mother’s womb. This means that my grandma is actually my ma! This means that part of me was carried physically in my granny’s womb along with my mother.<br />As today is my birthday, I feel it should be celebrated more by the parent who birthed rather than the person who was the object and not the subject of the birth. So actually, this day is also the day of my foremothers.<br />As we are the direct continuation of our mothers and grandmothers, we are on their shoulders, and we are higher, and thus see further – so that we may succeed in fulfilling our complete potential and theirs as they live through us and we continue to evolve and complete part of their tikkun and ours.<br />From Sarit Gayle Sarita bat Linda Joyce Ahuva bat Helen Hinda bat Esther Rivka Rivel bat Freyda. I wish on this birthday that I succeed in manifesting all they dreamt for, fix all they longed for as female human Jewesses.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The full section on grandmothers</span></strong><br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Riot Grrrl Corner</span></strong> (by Hadass S. Ben-Ari)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.Hadasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950383267131278694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575639317018535778.post-90646064233036807972009-05-09T13:27:00.005+03:002011-01-21T23:24:47.898+02:00Articles From Issue 8To read the entire zine, you can <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a> it. The following are sample articles from the current issue (Issue 8).<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Relationshit </span></strong>(by Hadass S. Ben-Ari)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqsPi-0uB2coXGAzR8K3M3nDlf2j8vzAGx1CHPbCwRZKjcPEaVJYjLv_NWppPb2oVY1R3n5kt6HKnKs44d1x6FGdMiSha1hUj4FEI2-cpd0exJcoZ1PwZT_vTJa-PjRRRkQ4oLblGesVY/s1600-h/Intro8.JPG"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">View paper</span></em></a><br /><br />I’ve always had this love-hate relationship with love. As a child, I used to draw people with heads in the shape of a heart. One of my mom’s friends said I was a “love child.” I never quite understood what that meant because my barbies were too busy fucking Ken than actually being in love with him.<br />As a teenager, I was one of the most unromantic people in my circle of friends. When I watched <em>Moulin Rouge</em> with my friend, the part where the Nicole Kidman dies and Ewan McGregor starts crying, I laughed my ass off. My friend called me an insensitive prick. Not that I cared. After all, I lived up to my reputation.<br />Growing up, I was socialized, like many other girls, to follow the path laid out for me by… I don’t even know who – Fall in love, get married, have kids, and today, add another dimension to that, get a divorce.<br />Now, after seeing my girlfriends fall to pieces after being dumped by guys, time and time again, and watching my life fall to pieces as well after experiencing the same, I can safely say that my love-hate relationship with love is the only steady relationship I managed to maintain. Yet, in every wedding I’ve been to, people keep telling me, “To your wedding, soon!”<br />During one of these “heterosexual suicide pacts” (c/o Brian Kinney, <em>Queer As Folk</em>), the Rabbi read out the Ketuba (marriage contract), most of which was what the husband owes his wife should they ever dissolve the marriage. I turned to my mom and whispered, “So basically, a wedding is one big preparatory ceremony for a divorce?”<br />In today’s hypocritical society, it is no wonder why the divorce rate is on the rise. Yet people are still getting married. I say, let them fall in love. Let them get married. Let them fuck up their lives and the lives of their children by getting a divorce. Just don’t wish it on me. And no Yenta mother of mine can pressure me into it either.<br />My former boss once told me, “You shouldn’t be so bitter about marriage. Look at my daughter. She used to be just like you, and today, she’s 40 and still not married.” I say, good for her! Did he even bother to ask her if she’s happy?<br />I have been in relationships, and have dreamt of marriage. But after every heartbreak, I attempted to mend it with feminist literature, Riot Grrrl music, chocolate, self-punishment, self-worship, man-hate, and hibernation. The only thing I managed to do is to further suppress the pain, and close myself off to other potential partners in a desperate attempt to avoid more pain. But is there anyway to remain feminist and powerful and still be in a healthy, loving relationship with a man? Are we capable of giving ourselves entirely to our lover without feeling controlled, suppressed, used or powerless?<br />This issue contains a lot of bloody material, with the hope that some of the readers can relate to it. It is not a call to give up on love, and neither is it to encourage following the road laid out by your parents. This issue is an attempt to move beyond the pain of love, and have the ability to build a healthy relationship using your feminist values, and keeping your inner Riot Grrrl powerful even in love.<br />Enjoy!<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Happily Ever After?</span></strong> (By Hadass S. Ben-ari)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Ice Storm</span></strong> (by Merav Fima)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Handle With Care</span></strong> (by Orit Hizme)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Feminist, My Ass</span></strong> (by Hadass S. Ben-Ari)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Divorcing the Disney Princesses</strong></span> (by Yerushalmit)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><em>Visit Yerushalmit's blog </em><a href="http://againstmybetterjudgement.wordpress.com/"><em>here</em></a><em>!</em><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">One</span></strong> (by Hadass S. Ben-Ari)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Poem on the End of Love</span></strong> (by Shoshana RK)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Confusing Exploitation and Nurturing</span></strong> (by Dr. Hannah Greenberg)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">My Suicide Note</span></strong> (by Hadass S. Ben-Ari)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The Gondolier's Song</span></strong> (by Roy Runds)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCJaVl9a87BuqH2Qp9a-7VYmvsatTgnOPqt32-Jyj2sAQ1Um9bTt8-ms_gWw4CBzUgliRRYR73lTG6FmAve55bE7QwnG3RxpYIn1BMqNDZjGXqx0S47Y444WtUn3IlMeJ-6cv3Sxon1VU/s1600-h/Gondolier.JPG"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">View paper</span></em></a><br /><br />“Ply your oar swiftly, O good gondolier,<br />Lest disaster and woe toward us draw near.”<br />Velvet clouds scudded ‘cross Venice’s skies.<br />Two forms were united in tears and in sighs.<br />She was pale and exquisite with black flowing tresses<br />And dancing dark eyes as she lavished caresses<br />On her beau with blue eyes and hair red as the dawn<br />And a smile as light as a sea bird airborne.<br />My heart burst with pity, my bony face twisted;<br />I pledged them my aid as my eager eyes misted.<br /><br />“Ply your oar swiftly, our good gondolier,<br />For disaster and woe toward us career.<br />I sight in the distance a sail quickly nearing;<br />It’s Father’s foul face that we are so fearing.”<br />His face like a raven’s he strutted and ranted<br />And stormed at all daughters by devils enchanted.<br />“Return, for you drive daggers into my heart.<br />From Rodolfo I swore that you never would part.”<br />“He is base, he is mean, he’s a knave, he’s a fool.<br />Sooner than wed him I’ll gorge on toadstool.<br /><br />“Ply your oar swiftly, O sweet gondolier,<br />Disaster and woe have toward us drawn near.”<br />Like Samson, who strove all his might at the wheel,<br />I strained to escape from the swifter boat’s keel.<br />“Daughter, return to the man that I chose,<br />Or I’ll scourge you and hang your fiend up by the toes!”<br />“Never!” She plummeted into the sea,<br />Was dragged down by the current and ceased to be.<br />Her lover then shot the old man through the head.<br />Muskets barked back at him. Both men fell dead.<br /><br />Rough hands tore my tunic and biting ropes bound me.<br />Hot coals seared my eyes – I could no longer see.<br />They broke my stout oar and they scuttled my vessel –<br />But triumph is mine in the unequal wrestle!<br />When the rope snaps my neck at six the next morning,<br />I’ll bear in my heart those whose heaven was dawning:<br />Her dark, dancing eyes and her black flowing tresses,<br />Her soft, gentle voice as she lavished caresses.<br />“Ply your oar swiftly, O good gondolier,<br />Disaster and woe we will never more fear.”<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A Different Strength</span></strong> (by Genevieve)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinA2dc5DAo8iTzvDaA-MPPSFwE2RIbVP4rsE15NK8GmLqyHXTpDm69ew-nVxRMwygZpxTyAkvFgrvO7eV2fs-R3kVEKJyDR-uJUCsgdC5O7Fn7AjnN-uTSULxdUUlVOfOXSpv_iIetNVs/s1600-h/DiffStrength1.JPG"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">View paper 1</span></em></a><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN1QpfDBHxgzLLuvh4PLzk2BJd2D-MeyHvY5hyphenhyphenDibYzbr8N2J-DKEtphbcNa-uT2_Z93UjnIlcvEGGc3MZRcdv16xoIHWW99gjjjSv7Y5A8PiImFxS8Iflifi8sK2jdKHVTQsNhML3nyo/s1600-h/DiffStrength2.JPG"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">View paper 2</span></em></a><br /><br />Seven years ago I was one of many women attending an ‘International Conference for Women in Business’ taking place in Madrid, Spain. I found myself trying to stay awake as woman after woman wearing boring, black suits talked about their experiences running companies.<br />Anyways, I know you’re not supposed to focus on how women look, or how we dress... right? That’s the whole point. Women shouldn’t be judged by how we look but on what we do, just like men are. But still I found the whole environment way too corporate. The day continued and although I was impressed by the stories of individual women who managed companies, led people, took risks, and made decisions bearing ultimate responsibility, I still felt a bit bored.<br />By the end of the day, when boredom had turned to fantasies of sleep, I was snapped out of it by a Black woman who suddenly stood up and asked for a microphone. Yes, I thought to myself, finally it’s getting interesting. She said she was from Nigeria and she was wearing a traditional Nigerian outfit with bright colors and bold patterns. It was funky, ethnic looking, definitely not a business suit, and somehow it made her look powerful. Her vibe was deep, strong and confident. Then she said, “Ladies, the most important decision you can make is not about what to study, or which school to attend, or where to work, or what job to do. The most important thing you should do is to be very careful that you pick a good man to share your life with.”<br />The room literally started growling. Other women yelled out, “That’s not true.” Others just shook their heads. I actually think people would have been harsher if she had been from Europe. Who knows maybe they thought “Poor thing hasn’t been enlightened. She’s not a real feminist.”<br />At the time I had only been married a year, and what she said didn’t have a real impact on me other than that I appreciated her disrupting a generally non-eventful day. Seven years later, I can substitute her use of man for ‘partner’, and tell you that now that I am deeper in my marriage, with two babies, unless you plan to live your life as single, she is right. The most important thing a woman can do is decide who she is going to spend her life with, and whether that is another woman, another man, or another person in the spectrum of the GLBT group, who you permanently ‘hook up’ with will determine how free you are to remain an independent, strong and autonomous woman.<br />This idea seems counterintuitive, and acknowledging that the person you are in partnership with has such influence on how your own life unfolds may seem disempowering, and a throwback to more conventional ways of thinking. What I do know is that when my baby wakes up in the middle of the night, half of the time it is my husband who rocks him down to sleep. When my daughter needs her diaper changed in the morning it is my husband who changes her and takes her to Gan. From grocery shopping, to doing laundry, to cooking, we do these thing equally. OK, not cleaning. He sucks. Please learn to flush the toilet. But because I am not exclusively tied down to these endless, mundane, banal tasks that do take up more of your life the older you get, I can focus my energies on my own development.<br />Before I sound like I am advising women to make sure they find a partner who doesn’t mind cleaning, this isn’t my point. What matters is that we be in a relationship with someone who will struggle with us to make sure we are fulfilled and that our lives have meaning, and who in turn is worthy of us struggling for.<br />I can pursue another Master’s degree, advance professionally, pull off a V-Day fundraiser, and write for a killer magazine. Not because my husband is willing to split the chores, but because he supports what I believe in.<br />So, if we are talking about feminism and relationships, I agree with the Nigerian woman who stole the show. “Be very careful in choosing who you will spend your life with.”<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The City Girl who Knew All About the Stars</span></strong> (by Mindy Aber Barad)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN1QpfDBHxgzLLuvh4PLzk2BJd2D-MeyHvY5hyphenhyphenDibYzbr8N2J-DKEtphbcNa-uT2_Z93UjnIlcvEGGc3MZRcdv16xoIHWW99gjjjSv7Y5A8PiImFxS8Iflifi8sK2jdKHVTQsNhML3nyo/s1600-h/DiffStrength2.JPG"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">View paper</span></em></a><br /><br />The others were the earth<br />Their fingernails more familiar with soil than polish<br /><br />But her heart belonged to the comet<br />Her eyes taught the girls all about what was overhead<br />The night lights<br /><br />While they plowed their furrows<br />She dreamed.<br />After work she ruled their hearts<br />Taught them to turn their necks to see,<br />And smoothed their turned-up brows.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Leah's Sister, Rachel </span></strong>(by Sara K. Eisen)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Frum and Feminine</span></strong> (by Phyllis Klughaupt-Becker)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">My Personal Story</span></strong> (by Bat-Adam) - in Hebrew (סיפורי האישי - בת אדם)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Splashing in the Puddles</span></strong> (by Hadass S. Ben-Ari)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCg6Nj4sHDj0gYlC9t0V9UAERPSObfZjqJs2lkTnq7s49qvoF4YYSBq3HOLPhGAN0d0Urnv5XHqQG8rf-Te_47OYW9Wg-Xe1GMRB27vVbBI7laBnH8-C0OT6gjAPO8IRiZbYkhxLgGu2Q/s1600-h/Shlooliyot.JPG">View paper</a><br /><br />Hashlooliyot (The Puddles), with Lisa Grin on lead vocals and guitar, Merav Shwartz on drums and vocals, Neta Ben Cnaan on guitar and vocals and Chen Naor on bass and vocals, is one of my favorite Israeli underground Riot Grrrl-style bands. First time I saw them live, they opened for another Israeli band I really like, LadyD.<br />I got to interview them prior to a gig they played in Jerusalem’s Avram Bar on March 19, Lisa said she heard on the radio that women mostly sings songs about love and men sing about everything else. Hashlooliyot set out to change that trend and avoid songs about love. In fact, even in the Avram Bar pamphlet that listed the band’s gig, it stated “No love songs and bullshit.”<br />However, they still believe love is great. Neta is getting married and their new album, which was released in April, is called Francis’s Graveyard, after Lisa’s former boyfriend, whom she has been with for four years before he succumbed to cancer and passed away at the age of 54. Francis was also the author of many of the songs on the album.<br />Hashlooliyot’s style reminds me a bit of Marla Hooch as their lyrics are random yet totally raw, and have an incredible sense of humor. They have songs about cats, chocolate milk, cold water, and my favorite – Tofu!<br />The Tofu song, says Lisa, talks about a boyfriend she had, who was all spiritual and said that tofu is healthy. At some point, his spiritual streak went to his head and he decided to become all orthodox. Lisa says: “A spiritual trend leads to another spiritual trend and before you know it, you’re living on the wrong side of Me’a She’arim” (i.e. one of the most Ultra-Orthodox neighborhoods in Jerusalem).<br />Lisa went on to tell me that she saw her now-religious ex in a grocery store, and he wouldn’t shake her hand, saying it may burn him. So she pinched his belly and he became all red.<br />In the pull-quote is the tofu song in all it’s lyrical glory (sorry to all you Anglos, but translating that song will butcher and decapitate it in cold blood). Stuff your faces, people!<br /><br /><div><div align="right">טופו - השלוליות</div><br /><div align="right">פעם היה לי חבר רוחני</div><div align="right">האמין מאוד שטופו זה בריא</div><div align="right">כשסגנון השאנטי הפך לטרנד</div><div align="right">הבריז הבנזונה והתחרד</div><br /><div align="right">טופו פרווה כשר למהדרין</div><div align="right">איפה קונים טופו במאה שערים</div><br /><div align="right">אולי בקורס לחשיבה חיובית</div><div align="right">ילמדו אותי מודעות עצמית</div><div align="right">אני יודעת שאני זאת ליסה</div><div align="right">אני יודעת שטופו זה איכסה<br /></div><br /><div align="right"></div><div align="right">ועל הזין האנרגיות שלי</div><div align="right">איפה קונים טופו במאה שערים</div><div align="left"><br />For more Hashlooliyot go to: <a href="http://www.myspace.com/hashlooliyot">www.myspace.com/hashlooliyot</a></div><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Riot Grrrl Corner</span></strong> (by Hadass S. Ben-Ari)</div><div align="left">Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>. </div></div>Hadasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950383267131278694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575639317018535778.post-11516860345089807692009-05-09T13:19:00.009+03:002011-01-21T23:24:23.063+02:00Paper Copy of Issue 8Below are some samples of the paper copy of Issue 8. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a> the full version. To see these articles in text format for easy reading, click <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2009/05/articles-from-issue-8.html">here</a>.<br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitJRnK-TjA54BxSU4tqArCOiRRAUTNw0nqOw7e3ixUyumSLcptmFKoZ6iKvWwA1AGvc9OTIzKxIbsPKSXnA9cagPmp1gTEeOcHf1C7JRbwWXkvs9l7zzYKV_W753h_lc7t9CtjeYYwYyc/s1600-h/Cover8.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 207px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333767605422015698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitJRnK-TjA54BxSU4tqArCOiRRAUTNw0nqOw7e3ixUyumSLcptmFKoZ6iKvWwA1AGvc9OTIzKxIbsPKSXnA9cagPmp1gTEeOcHf1C7JRbwWXkvs9l7zzYKV_W753h_lc7t9CtjeYYwYyc/s320/Cover8.JPG" /></a><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqsPi-0uB2coXGAzR8K3M3nDlf2j8vzAGx1CHPbCwRZKjcPEaVJYjLv_NWppPb2oVY1R3n5kt6HKnKs44d1x6FGdMiSha1hUj4FEI2-cpd0exJcoZ1PwZT_vTJa-PjRRRkQ4oLblGesVY/s1600-h/Intro8.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 208px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333767433920932530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqsPi-0uB2coXGAzR8K3M3nDlf2j8vzAGx1CHPbCwRZKjcPEaVJYjLv_NWppPb2oVY1R3n5kt6HKnKs44d1x6FGdMiSha1hUj4FEI2-cpd0exJcoZ1PwZT_vTJa-PjRRRkQ4oLblGesVY/s320/Intro8.JPG" /></a><br /><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCJaVl9a87BuqH2Qp9a-7VYmvsatTgnOPqt32-Jyj2sAQ1Um9bTt8-ms_gWw4CBzUgliRRYR73lTG6FmAve55bE7QwnG3RxpYIn1BMqNDZjGXqx0S47Y444WtUn3IlMeJ-6cv3Sxon1VU/s1600-h/Gondolier.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 207px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333767430050083810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCJaVl9a87BuqH2Qp9a-7VYmvsatTgnOPqt32-Jyj2sAQ1Um9bTt8-ms_gWw4CBzUgliRRYR73lTG6FmAve55bE7QwnG3RxpYIn1BMqNDZjGXqx0S47Y444WtUn3IlMeJ-6cv3Sxon1VU/s320/Gondolier.JPG" /></a><br /><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinA2dc5DAo8iTzvDaA-MPPSFwE2RIbVP4rsE15NK8GmLqyHXTpDm69ew-nVxRMwygZpxTyAkvFgrvO7eV2fs-R3kVEKJyDR-uJUCsgdC5O7Fn7AjnN-uTSULxdUUlVOfOXSpv_iIetNVs/s1600-h/DiffStrength1.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 207px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333767426567453826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinA2dc5DAo8iTzvDaA-MPPSFwE2RIbVP4rsE15NK8GmLqyHXTpDm69ew-nVxRMwygZpxTyAkvFgrvO7eV2fs-R3kVEKJyDR-uJUCsgdC5O7Fn7AjnN-uTSULxdUUlVOfOXSpv_iIetNVs/s320/DiffStrength1.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN1QpfDBHxgzLLuvh4PLzk2BJd2D-MeyHvY5hyphenhyphenDibYzbr8N2J-DKEtphbcNa-uT2_Z93UjnIlcvEGGc3MZRcdv16xoIHWW99gjjjSv7Y5A8PiImFxS8Iflifi8sK2jdKHVTQsNhML3nyo/s1600-h/DiffStrength2.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 207px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333767426419800402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN1QpfDBHxgzLLuvh4PLzk2BJd2D-MeyHvY5hyphenhyphenDibYzbr8N2J-DKEtphbcNa-uT2_Z93UjnIlcvEGGc3MZRcdv16xoIHWW99gjjjSv7Y5A8PiImFxS8Iflifi8sK2jdKHVTQsNhML3nyo/s320/DiffStrength2.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCg6Nj4sHDj0gYlC9t0V9UAERPSObfZjqJs2lkTnq7s49qvoF4YYSBq3HOLPhGAN0d0Urnv5XHqQG8rf-Te_47OYW9Wg-Xe1GMRB27vVbBI7laBnH8-C0OT6gjAPO8IRiZbYkhxLgGu2Q/s1600-h/Shlooliyot.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 207px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333767420794811906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCg6Nj4sHDj0gYlC9t0V9UAERPSObfZjqJs2lkTnq7s49qvoF4YYSBq3HOLPhGAN0d0Urnv5XHqQG8rf-Te_47OYW9Wg-Xe1GMRB27vVbBI7laBnH8-C0OT6gjAPO8IRiZbYkhxLgGu2Q/s320/Shlooliyot.JPG" /></a> </div></div></div>Hadasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950383267131278694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575639317018535778.post-66942455044693429392009-02-14T12:15:00.012+02:002011-01-21T23:24:07.679+02:00Paper Copy of Issue 7Below are some samples of the paper copy of Issue 7. To see these articles in text format for easy reading, click <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2009/02/articles-from-issue-7.html">here</a>. Click <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">here</a> or contact <a href="mailto:fallopian.falafel@gmail.com">fallopian.falafel@gmail.com</a> to order the full zine in hard copy or PDF format.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiskVXvk63gRvMUpEoZbGtnqKElGc8aiYCBN2b9d0HlWX_O6sVBm43XV1mBkx6BUfHeVRvGm8giwCzJPJ7tT1dunZWmlnhckR-umdIbfTxIsFffKL0l5iKNesO3PF_BSmHE5Pt7GsUQ3s/s1600-h/Cover7.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 207px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302595758151808002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiskVXvk63gRvMUpEoZbGtnqKElGc8aiYCBN2b9d0HlWX_O6sVBm43XV1mBkx6BUfHeVRvGm8giwCzJPJ7tT1dunZWmlnhckR-umdIbfTxIsFffKL0l5iKNesO3PF_BSmHE5Pt7GsUQ3s/s320/Cover7.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ebqN9YNh6OTlttQAVURSYpzc6PWbUG6pRSejw5qlKbMfHhaUvRMSXWEiSk8KBF02KN94fqUW6-nbSeySfssJoOJBI5FQ7gRSnaJT0bUbe-4OEnzKOAuaTNQpEm4p1TKziuqOMmcwC2Y/s1600-h/Intro7.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 207px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302595758108035010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ebqN9YNh6OTlttQAVURSYpzc6PWbUG6pRSejw5qlKbMfHhaUvRMSXWEiSk8KBF02KN94fqUW6-nbSeySfssJoOJBI5FQ7gRSnaJT0bUbe-4OEnzKOAuaTNQpEm4p1TKziuqOMmcwC2Y/s320/Intro7.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCYrs0YhuBcJ_jHQd_9sP58lozZ7l2wzf1WyEq8-k1BJH0dtdw326brenim9zyU6tyxO3l-JtdMa3RqAO0fYa7bXiiFoO2ubCB4smQyQGC962AbYGkksnWahx-MbDhcMqdWltO8Iq_MiE/s1600-h/Consummation.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 207px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302595761024604082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCYrs0YhuBcJ_jHQd_9sP58lozZ7l2wzf1WyEq8-k1BJH0dtdw326brenim9zyU6tyxO3l-JtdMa3RqAO0fYa7bXiiFoO2ubCB4smQyQGC962AbYGkksnWahx-MbDhcMqdWltO8Iq_MiE/s320/Consummation.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxBVy4hwK6XMOlPjMoUNj3lZyG_9nb38L3Pi341ktJ-Ek-SIPV1st-qx_kju2jMqQxOe0ejE8HSlnZ3skkqFEdgJEgAAcIkAnnQ-LreR5lNNZJNVCq03k7FMsN4eJ3ktK5K6WPe40ByHs/s1600-h/HolyGrail.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 207px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302595768870341506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxBVy4hwK6XMOlPjMoUNj3lZyG_9nb38L3Pi341ktJ-Ek-SIPV1st-qx_kju2jMqQxOe0ejE8HSlnZ3skkqFEdgJEgAAcIkAnnQ-LreR5lNNZJNVCq03k7FMsN4eJ3ktK5K6WPe40ByHs/s320/HolyGrail.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjhTTZINGfXvRjL3GTnwApCr0zqlefDwWYvRlK1JuCI68Feh2KMrnggspfLQwG-rejGBhrQgKSisun31FwxCAq25A_5rQfHeywNS5I7FImbyiQUuDVruU2xijbpYyR6ZAg8OBZs85L1fM/s1600-h/OnCelibacy.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 207px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302595767573409858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjhTTZINGfXvRjL3GTnwApCr0zqlefDwWYvRlK1JuCI68Feh2KMrnggspfLQwG-rejGBhrQgKSisun31FwxCAq25A_5rQfHeywNS5I7FImbyiQUuDVruU2xijbpYyR6ZAg8OBZs85L1fM/s320/OnCelibacy.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO1M88ffCHbvIpLi-SKkEpRE9xecMQER3kelh1dpKOmAEZEPQ7EqzwRr0dl0pV_LVU71mY6EQjY1M6uEDDc6UcY-OZoJuptNtjYowNMoXX13h_0Ll_XrGdx5Wdr0lOXSpA5Rue-Jp0ys4/s1600-h/VirginTerritory1.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 207px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302596561404793378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO1M88ffCHbvIpLi-SKkEpRE9xecMQER3kelh1dpKOmAEZEPQ7EqzwRr0dl0pV_LVU71mY6EQjY1M6uEDDc6UcY-OZoJuptNtjYowNMoXX13h_0Ll_XrGdx5Wdr0lOXSpA5Rue-Jp0ys4/s320/VirginTerritory1.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiklkS94ks0wEkxSlTIvudK7hQkBtuXv2u-pSfqaIcO5x-9_yp6qxfb-lyPfceV8LpBU_ttCC7Q4T9dVB9oxtF0eoGKXFjorqem_z1udAAvXc5KpiKptqtKDp8PDP6aTUK4wNXBKnNJINk/s1600/VirginTerritory2+anon.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 207px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464729083567737490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiklkS94ks0wEkxSlTIvudK7hQkBtuXv2u-pSfqaIcO5x-9_yp6qxfb-lyPfceV8LpBU_ttCC7Q4T9dVB9oxtF0eoGKXFjorqem_z1udAAvXc5KpiKptqtKDp8PDP6aTUK4wNXBKnNJINk/s320/VirginTerritory2+anon.jpg" /></a>Hadasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950383267131278694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575639317018535778.post-52006788282735577512009-02-14T11:41:00.011+02:002011-01-21T23:23:51.742+02:00Articles From Issue 7The following are sample articles from Issue 7. Click <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">here</a> or contact <a href="mailto:fallopian.falafel@gmail.com">fallopian.falafel@gmail.com</a> to order the full zine in hard copy or PDF format.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Velvet Revulva</span></strong> (by Hadass S. Ben-Ari)<br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ebqN9YNh6OTlttQAVURSYpzc6PWbUG6pRSejw5qlKbMfHhaUvRMSXWEiSk8KBF02KN94fqUW6-nbSeySfssJoOJBI5FQ7gRSnaJT0bUbe-4OEnzKOAuaTNQpEm4p1TKziuqOMmcwC2Y/s1600-h/Intro7.JPG">View paper</a></span></em><br /><br />On the sixth day to the creation of the world, God was putting the finishing touches on Adam and Eve. He had two more human abilities left in His bag of creation to bestow upon the humans. He turned to them and said, “I will let you choose which one of you would like to have either one of these abilities. The first is the ability to piss standing up.”<br />Adam jumps up and says, “Oh, me! Please, God, I want the ability to piss standing up. I always wanted to be able to stand up and pee. It would be awesome!” So God says, “OK, Adam, you can have that gift.” Then God turns to Eve and says, “Well, Eve, I’m sorry, but for you, all I have left is multiple orgasm.”<br />So that’s how it happened that men got the shorter end of the stick, and may be bitter about it to this day. “If we can’t have multiple orgasm, we’ll have everything else – power, money, ownership, control, and of course the, ahem, wonderful ability to piss standing up.”<br />The main difference between a woman’s body and a man’s body is that, as a woman, you don’t need to see the sexual power to know that you have it. The man has it all on the outside, very visible, and grows bigger with sexual arousal. The woman’s reproductive organ is subtle and introverted but has a much greater sexual ability than its male counterpart.<br />Yet, as beautiful and as powerful as the female body is, it is so heavily intertwined with so many social issues, that claiming it as your own is often tricky. As a woman, walking down the street at night, you have to be alert and aware that you’re in danger because of your body. Walking into a religious milieu, even as a secular woman, you must also check that your attire properly covers any area of your body that may be offensive in such places if visible. When dealing with pregnancy, menstruation and various sexual health issues, you may find yourself at the mercy of gynecologists and various products that are of an extremely invasive nature, and your body will then suffer trauma or related risks of undergoing such insidious procedures. All of this, plus the social pressures suffered mostly by teenage girls selling their bodies to the status quo imposed by consumerist, anorexic, plastic beauty magazines, as well as the patriarchic social dogma perpetrated by the male-dominated authorities around the world, make it even more difficult to claim our Goddess-given bodies and our divine sexuality, and taking control of what is rightfully ours – our freedom of choice.<br />Due to the intricacy and the complexity that is the female body, many topics will not be covered in this issue due to lack of space, but will appear in future numbers of the zine. This issue is dedicated to our innate freedom of choice, and celebrates the female body and sexuality with articles on the vagina, related health issues, feminist religious pieces reclaiming the holiness and purity of the female body, the reproductive system, pregnancy, alternative menstrual products, and as always, the Riot Grrrl Corner featuring the founding mothers of Riot Grrrl - Bikini Kill.<br />Enjoy!<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Vaginas Take the Stage - V-Day and the Vagina Monologues in Israel</span></strong> (by Hadass S. Ben-Ari)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Consummation</span></strong> (by Roy Runds)<br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCYrs0YhuBcJ_jHQd_9sP58lozZ7l2wzf1WyEq8-k1BJH0dtdw326brenim9zyU6tyxO3l-JtdMa3RqAO0fYa7bXiiFoO2ubCB4smQyQGC962AbYGkksnWahx-MbDhcMqdWltO8Iq_MiE/s1600-h/Consummation.JPG">View paper</a></span></em><br /><br />Blooming beauteously<br />Trailing tender blossoms<br />Ecuding a seductive scent<br />She summons a suitor.<br />Goggling fishy eyes<br />Feast on her fairness…<br />What bliss to caress her –<br />Tentacles spring to sting<br />Entangle, crush –<br />Her slit swallows him…<br />The anemone waves contentedly.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">How I Didn't Preserve Women's Dignity</span></strong> (by Smadar Shir)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">That Fibromuscular Tubular Track</span></strong> (by Hannah Greenberg)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">The Holy Grail</span></strong> (by Julie Feinberg)<br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxBVy4hwK6XMOlPjMoUNj3lZyG_9nb38L3Pi341ktJ-Ek-SIPV1st-qx_kju2jMqQxOe0ejE8HSlnZ3skkqFEdgJEgAAcIkAnnQ-LreR5lNNZJNVCq03k7FMsN4eJ3ktK5K6WPe40ByHs/s1600-h/HolyGrail.JPG">View paper</a></span></em><br /><br />Have you ever had to go to your friend, co-worker, mom, and ask for a tampon? The question is always presented in a rather subdued tone accompanied by an apologetic look. We’re embarrassed. Even more embarrassing than asking a fellow female for a pad, is the amount of money we spend every month on various versions of Always, Kotex, no-name brand pads and tampons. But wait, our embarrassing experience is far from over. Not only do we end up spending obscene amounts of money on products necessary for monthly hygiene, we then go on to dispose of said goods. We do not recycle or re-use our tampons and pads. We happily throw them in the trash and open a brand new package that usually includes too much paper and/or plastic wrapping. But what’s the alternative? Stay home for 5 or so days and soak in the tub? Take birth control pills that completely obliterate your period? Be perennially pregnant or breast feeding?<br />There is a far less radical solution that has been around on the market for some years now, but one that still remains hidden from some unlucky ladies. The name is not exactly sophisticated; it’s called “the menstrual cup”. This product comes under many different brand names, but really remains the same in its original idea: the cup is made either out of natural rubber or hypoallergenic silicone. Completely reusable, it’s guaranteed to last for 10 years! The blood from the period is collected in the cup and then emptied out during a regular trip to the bathroom. No pads. No tampons. Not paying another dime for an environmentally unfriendly product. Never having to say “no” to going swimming during your period. Never having to lug bulky packages of pads and tampons on your vacation or worrying about going to the loo with a pad in your hand in the middle of a nice dinner at a fancy restaurant.<br />I don’t work for the makers of the menstrual cup. But neither am I employed by the makers of tampons and pads. And in the end, it’s our environment and our lifestyle that pay the price. So doesn’t it pay to have an alternative?<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Blood and Water - A Feminist Wholly Holy Taboo</span></strong> (by Rabbi Elyse Goldstein)<br />Click to read the full version on the <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/12/your-opinion.html">website extras</a>. Or click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">On Celibacy</span></strong> (by Grace McGarry)<br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjhTTZINGfXvRjL3GTnwApCr0zqlefDwWYvRlK1JuCI68Feh2KMrnggspfLQwG-rejGBhrQgKSisun31FwxCAq25A_5rQfHeywNS5I7FImbyiQUuDVruU2xijbpYyR6ZAg8OBZs85L1fM/s1600-h/OnCelibacy.JPG">View paper</a></span></em><br /><br />I will be 22 in January. I am a virgin. I don’t have a problem with this. Quite the opposite, in fact – I’m happy to retain the V-Card as long as I can.I’m not a crazy person who wants to indoctrinate the world with any “abstinence is bliss” agenda or anything; celibacy is all well and good for some of us and not the answer for everybody, and I get that.I’m far from ashamed of being a virgin, but I wouldn’t call myself “proud” of it either – by which I mean I don’t go around publicizing this fact to everyone and their mother. From a private perspective, I consider my virginity an integral part of who I am at my core. I realize that’s not a popular opinion, but it is mine.My reasons for electing to remain celibate are extensive and messy and, frankly, irrelevant to the discussion at hand. (For the record, not one of them has to do with religious or moral beliefs.) Suffice it to say, they’re good ones, and if I were to begin a sex life right now, most of the rest of my life would completely fall apart around me.For some reason, people think I have a problem with being a virgin. Worse, others think I should have a problem with it. When people hear I’m a virgin, the IQ of the conversation drops by about 25 points, and suddenly I lose all credibility on any “adult” matter in their eyes.There’s a lot of talk about not judging people based on their sexual history and choices, but it seems to only apply to one end of the spectrum. There’s a lot of talk about embracing the “outer limits” of sexual lifestyles and practices, but next to none on respecting the fact that some people have a range of sexual interests the width of a human hair. Tolerance is encouraged at one extreme, while the other extreme is left unacknowledged at best, mocked at worst.If I have to hear one more line of omg you’re such a prude oh grow up already tell us how you really feel but it’s really fun you’ll understand when you do it don’t take it so seriously it’s just sex for God’s sake, I’ll scream. Arguing the individual points is possible, but moot. Belittling my choice, belittling that part of me, by default puts me myself down. I am tired of it. In my tenure in women’s health, I’ve counseled women for abortion #12, seen 13-year-old mothers, treated women who chose not to disclose STD status to their partners until they’d been reinfected five or six times over, and had patients who chose to have unprotected sex with multiple partners knowing the risks full well, and I did not deign to pass judgment on those decisions; what makes my choice so deserving of judgment and self-righteousness?If someone hears I don’t have sex, I don’t want to be extolled for virtues I don’t possess, nor do I want to be condescended to like a 17-year-old with a crush who just can’t wait to grow up. I just want my sexual choices to be respected as I respect those of others. It’s not an unreasonable request.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A Tale of Two Births - How I Empowered myself and My Vagina</span></strong> (by Genevieve)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Warm and Wet, Just like a Prayer</span></strong> (by Maggie)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Tips for the Owner and/or Handler of a Vulva</span></strong> (by Yahm Reichart)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Virgin Territory</span></strong> (by Phyllis Becker)<br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO1M88ffCHbvIpLi-SKkEpRE9xecMQER3kelh1dpKOmAEZEPQ7EqzwRr0dl0pV_LVU71mY6EQjY1M6uEDDc6UcY-OZoJuptNtjYowNMoXX13h_0Ll_XrGdx5Wdr0lOXSpA5Rue-Jp0ys4/s1600-h/VirginTerritory1.JPG">View paper (page 1)</a></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5mWSdQhjJK4gijEsBiRfF0u9e5GGcghW1GaPfZj0mD44oQlfR3VadVktm_a3rwhNE7v_IWteJsLKuHuQ6Uj2GoxC69fdWHccbCUcmi9n5grp6_S0QaBiCG2vzuQHtynISvzQFXWrG9xI/s1600-h/VirginTerritory2.JPG">View paper (page 2)</a></span></em><br /><br />A bride. A Kallah. Our parents met and talked about when the wedding could be, discreetly mentioning, “Well, the date depends upon the bride, of course.” I was surprised. They never left anything up to me before and I almost said it didn’t matter but then some comment I’d heard when my cousin was a Kallah made me hold my tongue. I felt my face burning when I realized they were referring to my cycles. I was shocked! How dare they mention such a personal thing in front of the fathers, in front of my young Chattan – did he understand the implication? How could he, when I hardly understood. All my life, my mother assured me that when I needed to know something, she would tell me. I’ve had so many questions and so few answers and some questions I didn’t even know how to ask. How could I know when to set the wedding date months away to make sure it wouldn’t conflict with my irregular monthly bleeding? What horror that such a personal issue would be discussed at all! I know that I will have classes with the Rabbi’s wife to learn how to be a good Jewish wife and mother. Maybe she will answer my questions but how will I ever face such conversations?<br />Religious girls never ever talk to anyone about their bodies. Even when my breasts started to grow and it really hurt the way they pushed out and my undershirts would rub the tender buds so painfully, making me so conscious of my body that I wore double layers of shirts and an over shirt to hide the shamefulness of it all, I never said anything and none of my friends did either. When my mother told me about the monthly cycles, I was really interested but she hushed my questions with quotations about the wonder of G-d’s work and the holiness of our ability to share in the creation of life. When the bleeding did start and reddish-brown clumps dropped into the toilet and left streaks in my panties, I would throw the underwear into the trash rather than face the shame of the laundry basket. I did learn to manage to be discreet, so much so that it never occurred to me that someone actually bought the necessary pads that I found in the low closet in the bathroom.<br />I had never even consciously touched my ‘private places’ although there were nights when my hand would be between my legs and I would get up to ritually wash my hands three times on each hand, before going back to sleep. Now, I was a bride and the Rebbetzin was explaining about checking myself for stains so that I could count clean days before going to the Mikveh, the ritual bath, before the wedding. I was to wrap a small bit of cotton around my finger and insert it into my most private place, where the blood came from, to check for stains. I just couldn’t while I was fascinated at the idea. It was so tight, I couldn’t get my finger in beyond my fingertip. I tried wetting the cloth, and tried with soap and I could just slightly push my finger inside. This was my vagina, virgin territory, sacred cavern waiting to be explored. I thought this can’t be right. Is this what all the women did every month for a week after their cycles, counting seven clean days to be able to dunk into the holy mikveh waters to be suitable for their husband to make love to them and to pray for a baby to grow inside the hidden place? How could a baby come out of this tiny passage? It was all so confusing but I felt too stupid to ask. I grew bolder, seeking the warmth of my secret passage with my finger, finding that sometimes, if I just touched a certain way, my lower stomach would do a little flip and I would try to make that happen but was never sure what caused that sensation. I began to imagine my Chattan lying with me, making sweet love to me, holding me and stroking me and then I would imagine him touching me, there, and that funny feeling would come again, coupled with fear and excitement. I wondered what he was learning in his classes. There were so many laws but I think that what I was discovering all by myself was the most fascinating.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Alternative Menstrual Products: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love My Period</strong> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">(author requested name be removed)</span><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5mWSdQhjJK4gijEsBiRfF0u9e5GGcghW1GaPfZj0mD44oQlfR3VadVktm_a3rwhNE7v_IWteJsLKuHuQ6Uj2GoxC69fdWHccbCUcmi9n5grp6_S0QaBiCG2vzuQHtynISvzQFXWrG9xI/s1600-h/VirginTerritory2.JPG">View paper</a></span></em><br /><br />If I had read that title a year ago, I would have cringed, so I won’t hold it against you if you do the same. I’d never heard of any alternative to disposable products, and I was utterly disgusted when I found out that the alternatives were washable. However, giving reusables a chance has really changed how I feel about my body, so I guess some revolutions just have to be bloody.<br />Why bother looking into alternatives at all?<br />Reduce waste: Disposable pads and their wrappings are not biodegradable, and plastic tampon applicators are a leading component among washed-up beach trash. Reusable products last for 5-10 years and are either biodegradable or recyclable.<br />Save money: A disposable pad or tampon costs about $.25 per use. A cloth pad or a cup costs less than $.10 per use. I determined that I spent $50 on pads/tampons in a year...<br /><br /><strong><em>Visit the <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/12/your-opinion.html">Website extra</a> to read the full article and many more vagina goodies!</em></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Riot Grrrl Corner</strong></span> (by Hadass S. Ben-Ari)<br />Available only on hard copy. Click to <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2007/05/order.html">order or download</a>.Hadasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950383267131278694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7575639317018535778.post-3074255689830199792008-11-19T19:28:00.013+02:002010-08-27T08:47:07.037+03:00FF in the Media<div><a href="http://www.grrrlzines.net/interviews/fallopianfalafel.htm"><img style="WIDTH: 88px; HEIGHT: 94px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270424809067372450" border="0" alt="Grrrl Zine Network" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiFzlzbBv7I9iMupdgTYCFYJ9HjcM50OQeXs0501c6weVD6pJRx-hgpcuaeADyKWBnrvMlFXxs7Pou0cEgUegjko0sX7c-Z6K0ha9qkbefRsah_KLTrU28ph3u-efrSdWuBPMNHow8ZmE/s320/gznsmall.jpg" /></a><br />Click <a href="http://www.grrrlzines.net/interviews/fallopianfalafel.htm">here</a> to read "Fallopian Falafel: ...bringing Riot Grrrl culture to the Holy Land." - <em>Grrrl Zine Network</em>, January 2008, by Haydeé Jiménez & Elke Zobl.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.jerusalemite.net/modules/blog/blog.php?blog=3409"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 72px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270426628173587954" border="0" alt="Jerusalemite" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4B1oWriE8zUTx8Oshi1d16yaKrRzXQ8oj5LZe4dyUvbAuartZ2bIF26r7Yg-gw0460RNjOfgtxsEKDc_CGew1t3o1AHlfODEyll6OSjcXoNFF0GeBoCw9SZJTbxZBLM1cPCtUji6V-Fg/s200/Jerusalemite.JPG" /></a><br />Click <a href="http://www.jerusalemite.net/modules/blog/blog.php?blog=3409">here</a> to read "A conversation with Hadass Ben-Ari, zine queen" - <em>Jerusalemite</em>, October 26, 2008, by Simone.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.haaretz.com/hasen/spages/1035210.html"><img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 39px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270424620388358482" border="0" alt="Haaretz" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMW55M-kU050uX5Nf8E_NmYG9e_MGsxRKdMx3O9fKJ3efBfb3cUCx8Ynu7WuwQkwqW7N5Uc1pE5yp3MU33Wi6aBBQP4qE6BU06LGuaEzJ0Js17LOIe_A_FFsruyoDBiAUNeXz3gpaej54/s320/Haaretz.JPG" /></a><br />Click <a href="http://www.haaretz.com/hasen/spages/1035210.html">here</a> to read "Riot Grrrl fuzes feminism with Zionism in pioneering publication" - <em>Haaretz</em> English edition, Anglo File, November 7, 2008, by Raphael Ahren.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.corriereuniv.it/cms/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/13-fpress-roma.pdf" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="FF in an Italian student paper" src="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w300/Hadass420/ItalianPaper.jpg" /></a><br />A student paper in Italian published a brief about Fallopian Falafel. Click <a href="http://www.corriereuniv.it/cms/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/13-fpress-roma.pdf">here</a> (PDF) and scroll to page 5 to read "Femminismo Dal Dolce Sapore medio Orientale" - <em>Corriere del Universita e del Lavoro</em>, December 2008, page 5, by Amanda Coccetti.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.jossip.com/the-zine-lives-why-the-90s-arent-as-dead-as-you-think-20090218/" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="FF in Jossip" src="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w300/Hadass420/JossipLogo.jpg" /></a><br />Click <a href="http://www.jossip.com/the-zine-lives-why-the-90s-arent-as-dead-as-you-think-20090218/">here</a> to read "The Zine Lives: Why the 90s aren't as dead as you think." <em>Jossip</em>, February 18, 2009, by Drew Grant.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?cty0eg2jnmm" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w300/Hadass420/MissyLogosmall.jpg" /></a><br />Click <a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?cty0eg2jnmm">here</a> to read "Nicht Aus Adams Rippe" - Missy Magazine (Germany), August 31, 2009, by Sebastian Ingenhoff, photos by Roland Wilhelm. Click <a href="http://fallopianfalafel.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-from-adams-rib.html">here</a> to read the translated version. Missy Magazine official site: <a href="http://www.missy-magazine.de/">http://www.missy-magazine.de/</a><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /><a href="http://zineweekly.blogspot.com/2010/08/zinester-interview-07.html"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 37px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509961578346591026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1SIOFPOu_t7mVtTGn0zpoBDhJnXxonCCnRM9NFSw_OKNORCJqfDgHo59F3ZeetQRmzH16MQ6Ny3utlH2eVL0my4eczTiCzUjAfIaI-6-ldyRD0JXwvVuBKhj1F29QztDsmhMWdVAb6KI/s200/Zine+Weekly.JPG" /></a><br />Click <a href="http://zineweekly.blogspot.com/2010/08/zinester-interview-07.html">here</a> to read Hadass's interview for the blog Zine Weekly, August 27, 2010. A segment about Fallopian Falafel was also included in the book "Fanzines" by Teal Triggs who runs this blog. </div>Hadasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950383267131278694noreply@blogger.com