Alice the Goon is Liz Langley's blog about sex, love, movies, traveling...you know...the good things in life.
Liz Langley's writing has appeared in Salon.com, Glamour, Industry, Bust and Destination Weddings and Honeymoons. She's been a columnsit for alternet.org, the Orlando Weekly, Toronto Sun and Orlando Sentinel. Most recently her work appeared in Best Sex Writing 2008 (Cleis Press) edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel.
And it all started with The Goon.
Alice the Goon was a character in the "Popeye," cartoons, a hulking weirdo in a midi-skirt and a flower pot hat. She loved Popeye and would chase after him, little hearts popping around her big dumb face. Popeye always ran away.
Well, everyone else loved her. "She was transgender before it was chic," said Paige Anderson, who co-founded the Orlando 'zine "Alice the Goon" with Liz in 1990, launching Liz's writing career. This blog is Liz's latest incarnation. "I'm not reliving the past....this isn't Whatever Happened to Baby Goon?" But it is a 21st century makeover for a beloved, ugly old friend.
Thanks to Fairvilla Megastore for making traffic bearable the other day. Driving by the adult novelty store I noticed that their pre-Valentine's marquis reads "All you need is love - and batteries."
pornography teaches that adultery blossoms in swan-rose and thrilluminata, that it is the pinnacle enflashed with halluco-fire and cirro-dream, that one will find happiness if he simply struggles endlessly his desires to gratify, and the ravenous boar within to appease. nothing could be farther from the truth, on the contrary, firm happiness lies in altruism, always the other uplifting, always the other with love-bliss embellishing. authentic prosperity of felicia rests in the constant struggle for justice, the poor's wretchedness decreasing, the oil-man's stabbing of the earth ceasing.
lust, Lord, is love's enemy. the man of lust is propelled by an interior pain only diminished by feed. he snarls and fumes lest his hunger is satiated, and will go to extraordinary lengths in order to diminish his soul-cancer, and pacify his interior rage-boar. the lover, in the other valley, will take measures astonishing to please his beloved, he will visit the desert's most desolo-thrashed locales, he will engage in the most vexecessive labor, all so that his beloved experiences crysto-shower and mesmer-glow.
2 comments:
regarding your article on the alternet
pornography teaches that adultery
blossoms in swan-rose and thrilluminata,
that it is the pinnacle enflashed
with halluco-fire and cirro-dream,
that one will find happiness
if he simply struggles endlessly
his desires to gratify,
and the ravenous boar within to appease.
nothing could be farther from the truth,
on the contrary, firm happiness
lies in altruism,
always the other uplifting,
always the other with love-bliss embellishing.
authentic prosperity of felicia
rests in the constant struggle for justice,
the poor's wretchedness decreasing,
the oil-man's stabbing of the earth ceasing.
lust, Lord, is love's enemy.
the man of lust is propelled by an interior
pain only diminished by feed.
he snarls and fumes
lest his hunger is satiated,
and will go to extraordinary lengths
in order to diminish his soul-cancer,
and pacify his interior rage-boar.
the lover, in the other valley,
will take measures astonishing to please
his beloved, he will visit the desert's
most desolo-thrashed locales,
he will engage in the most
vexecessive labor,
all so that his beloved experiences
crysto-shower and mesmer-glow.
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