27 July

The Vulva Chronicles: Beware: The Goddesses Have Breasts!

by Jon Katz
Is It Disgusting? Really?

My artist wife had pulled into the minor but bubbling flap over her new Vulva Flying Potholders (Why Flying? Because it represents freedom), they have already sold out twice on Etsy, and there is a waiting list for some more.

I believe she is making some more, they will go on sale next week. She does not have a long attention span but loves to stir the pot. I guess we have that in common.

I’m catching some collateral fire for the vulvas, even I had nothing whatsoever to do with their creation. I did put a photo of that up on my blog and this seems to have annoyed some of the endless legions of grumps and prudes who prowl the Internet for moral turpitude and live to tell other people what to do and think.

I supposed I’m flattered at my age to be immoral, even in the most collateral of ways. I am proud to be an avowed and public supporter of Vulvas, to my knowledge the sight of them has killed or grieviously injured no one.

A dozen women have labeled the vulvas on my blog  “disgusting,” or “revolting” or  “gross,:  I fear they do not care for their own bodies or the bodies of other women.

“Do I have to look at this garbage on your blog?,” asked June from Mississippi?

Absolutely not, I replied. My blog is not, alas, mandatory reading. All you have to do is go away.

Bob L send me a longer comment, he must be retired or unemployed, he said he was concerned about the morality of the people around me. He was unhappy with the explicitness of depictions of sexual activity on my blog:

At least Etsy has not lost common sense as far as artistic license: “If you are selling mature content, we ask that you understand that there are differing sensibilities around the world and that you try to be respectful… When deciding whether mature content crosses over the threshold into pornography, we take into consideration how realistically mature image or images are portrayed, and the explicitness of depictions of sexual activity or content.

Q: Do you think the parents of the refugees you are assisting would want their sons “exposed” to this topic about female genitals since you have mentioned in your blog posts the soccer players read your posts?”

Answer: I had the pleasure of answering him, as it happened, I was with some parents and children of the refugees I am assisting the day the photo of the Vulva potholders came out on my blog, and they all got a good laugh out of it.  They all said they wanted to meet Maria, she seemed much more interesting to them than me.

They were much impressed at the idea that people would pay $25 plus shipping for a fiber representation of a women’s vagina, and I sold two right on the spot. I think they wanted to know how she pulled that off.

Perhaps I need my own public policy statement about my blog: “Warning. We think here at times, and in between, we take cute photos of animals. We write pretty much anything we like, and take photos in the same way. We are not responsible for the corruption and moral pollution of any photos of dogs, donkeys, barn cats or vulvas. Come here at your own risk and watch your children. You never know what might happen when a child sees a vulva potholder. They might turn into instant sex maniacs or worse, immoral artists. They might grow weeds out of their ears! Note: We do not photograph the vulvas of donkeys.

Poor Bob, I hope he never comes across an image of actual sexual activity itself, he might lose it altogether, he seems to think I am a conspirator of Stormy Daniels(no such luck.)

As to the soccer players themselves, they seemed utterly disinterested in the vulva photo or discussion and played games on their smartphones. Two Iraqi mothers clapped in approval when I showed them the potholders on my Iphone.

I wonder who Bob thinks these people are? They have all seen a lot worse, including people who really do get hurt. Is it proper, I wonder, to patronize people?

I think Bob must not get out much if he thinks the Bedlam Farm blog has content so explicitly sexual that  women and teenagers from the Middle East and Asia cannot handle the sight of a Vulva Potholder. He best not go and see the penises and vulvas hanging all over the Vatican Museum, or any good museum, for that matter.

I told Zekra, one of the Iraqi women (she is Muslim) about Maria’s idea that Vulvas were a symbol of femininity and nurture, (I am rather a big fan of them myself) and she was quite puzzled by the idea that any image of them was immoral.

She said they were represented all over the sculpture and vases and paintings displayed in Iraq’s famous museum in Baghdad.

Maria, I said, was doing her bit to show them as art, as something beautiful, as  artists have done for centuries until men like Bob got into it and decided they know better than women what is moral and what isn’t.

Bob did not reply to my comments of course. The righteous rarely stick around to take it.

He seemed  just seemed like another pompous man to me, but the women who felt their vulvas are “disgusting” or “gross” and should be hidden forever from public view seem sadder and more mysterious to me.

Is it a good thing to hate a critical part of one’s body like that? I don’t wave my penis around, but I would never call it disgusting, (just brave and determined and smaller than it once was.)

I love women and every vulva I have had the pleasure of meeting, I don’t mean to glorify or romanticize them, there are plenty of female jerks, but I think the days are fading when people like me can tell them what they can and can’t create or say or write or do with their own bodies.

That it in itself something that crosses into the threshold of hypocrisy and domination, something we might all take into consideration before we speak or send messages online.

And good riddance.

In the meantime, those disturbing Vulva potholders are flying out of here.

if you want to see more disgusting and gross and explicit content, I’d get right over to Maria’s Etsy page or  blog. She is probably cooking up some more mature content at the moment (beware, her fiber goddesses have breasts!).

27 July

Our Happy Herb Mound

by Jon Katz
Our Happy Herb Mound

At the beginning of summer, we had dinner with our friends Kitty and Charlie in Vermont, we spotted this beautiful herb mound in the back – I had never herd of one.

Maria took to it also, and she gathered  rocks from the pasture, made a base and we brought over some donkey manure. We planted seeds and bought some live herbs and I watered the mound conscientiously.

We now have a happy and thriving herb mound, the herbs we bring in to put on our food are delicious, and this garden looks like it’s been here for a hundred years.

27 July

Through The Window: Flo, The Mystical Cat

by Jon Katz
Through The Window: Mystical Cats

I’ve always admired the resourcefulness and adaptability of cats. I have no idea where Flo came from or how she got here. She was not here when we moved in, we saw tracks and signs of a cat in the wood shed for a year or two before she showed herself to Maria.

When I could come into the woodshed to get wood for the stoves, Flo would come down out of the rafters from her invisible next way up in the rafters – she slept in a cardboard box up hight – she set out to charm me, and she did.

Now, she seems to be dealing on and off with what the vet thinks is kidney disease, but we have changed her diet and she is getting stronger and again and beginning to fill out. She seems happy and active.

This morning, I was shaving and I had this feeling something was behind me, you know one of those time when the spine tingles a bit, and I turned around it was Flo sitting on a bench outside of the bathroom window, peering in at me.

I wonder sometimes how often she looks in on me from the outside. She comes and goes, vanishes and appears, keeps an eye on me but also keeps her secrets. Barn cats don’t give it up, and unlike dogs, they are not really looking for  my approval.

Still charming me, flirting with me. When she was sick, I brought her inside and she sat on my lap and slept, we sat there for hours. There is nothing much like a cat’s eyes when they are looking right at you.

I love the mystical life of the barn cats, I want to write more about them. Unlike most pet dogs and cats, the barn cats learn to think and adapt, they get to explore and make a lot of their own decisions. They develop instinct and intuition and intelligence.

I have come to love Flo, the first cat that has  really broken through to me. I hope she continues to gain strength.

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