women up on blocks

She thinks about the woman who drove her kids into the lake and cried about it on national TV. What a terrible person, a horrible mother. But the snakes hiss, “Yessss.”
She’s barely gotten the toast buttered once John Junior starts up again…she carries him out to the pickup and puts him squish onto the seat and she leaves supper unfinished and she’s really going to do it this time because she just can’t take it anymore.
—  Medusa Song, Women Up On Blocks, by Mary Akers
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Kick-Ass Feminists #11: Tina & Grayson Haver Currin

Tina and Grayson Currin are a couple living in Raleigh, NC, who started Saturday Chores. Saturday Chores is a counter protest against the intrusive “pro life” protesting that happens far too often. It first started out as a way to distract the women entering the clinic from the invasive protesters. As attendance grew, some would hold up trifold signs to block out the people (mostly men) who yelled at women entering the clinic, others would escort these women into the clinic, and many of us would distract the protesters with our own arguments. Eventually, Saturday Chores gained worldwide popularity to the point where it could even be considered a movement. 

Now, Tina and Grayson have raised enough money for a protective fence around the property of the clinic which will help stop the harassment. 

Thank you, Tina and Grayson, for standing up for women. You are making a positive difference.

OH MY GOD. MY TEACHER AND THE TECH GUY JUST USED MY LAPTOP TO SEE IF THE SCHOOLS ‘WEB BLOCK’ WAS DOWN SO THEY GO “Don’t worry. This is for the students’ safety. We’re not doing this for our own enjoyment” THEN THEY TYPE IN ‘TOPLESS WOMEN’ AND IT’S LIKE “GUYS NO. I HAVE ZENMATE DOWNLOADED SO I CAN GO ON TUMBLR. NOTHING IS BLOCKED. NAKED WOMEN WILL COME UP!!!!” But it was too late. They had already hit enter.

RICHONNE HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE

Smack

“Oh, he is just divine.”  “His wife sure is a lucky woman.”  “Why can’t I have a man who looks like that?”  The comments are spoken but disappear into the air, never to be heard by the heavenly specimen conjuring such words.  Rick Grimes continues to jog through his neighborhood, pushing his six month old daughter in her stroller.  His shirt became drenched so he kindly removed it and tossed it in the stroller’s basket. 

He nods in greeting as he passes neighbor after neighbor.  He finds it odd that more and more women are showing up each time he circles his block.  He jumps as a car horn sounds and looks around to see his lovely wife driving at a snail’s pace behind him.  He stops as she pulls up and lets the window down. 

“Hey,” he says as she returns the greeting.  He takes the time to grab his water bottle and chug from it thirstily. 

Michonne devours her husband’s sweaty physique with her eyes before looking around at all the curious female neighbors either in their yards, adjusting Halloween decorations that have been in place for at least two weeks or seemingly taking a walk.  She scoffs as she realizes exactly what….or should I say who….has captured their attention. 

“You headed home?” she asks innocently.  He gives a nod and starts in that direction. 

Michonne smiles as woman after woman waves at her with much enthusiasm.  She rolls her eyes heavenward, thanking her lucky stars that she is secure with herself, with her marriage, and with the love she knows her husband has for her.  Some of these barracudas would try to give her a run for her money but they know better.

She maneuvers the car into their driveway just as Rick is jogging up the sidewalk towards their home.  She exits the car, retrieving her briefcase and purse and greets their babbling daughter with a sweet kiss. 

“Enjoy your run?”  She asks as she looks across the street and waves at  The Monroes. 

“Same as always,” he answers. 

“Hmm-hmmm….seems like you’re drawing more and more of them.” 

He scoffs as he knows exactly what she’s talking about.  “Would you rather I jog in the park then?” 

“And have them take up jogging all of a sudden?”  She laughs.  “No thank you.”  Her eyes drop to his butt in his dri-fit shorts.  “Besides, they know this is all mine.”  She smacks him soundly before grabbing his derriere softly. 

Rick laughs with her as they move inside the house. 

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SAN FERMIN IN NUEVA ORLEANS & BASTILLE DAY - NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANA

The “pope” stands high above the crowd on his scaffolding while explaining this is not just an imitation of El Encierro from Pamplona, Spain, but a “protest against normalcy.” At 8am sharp, the bulls are unleashed upon the city of New Orleans. The bulls are powerful women from area roller derby teams. Their attire ranges from papier-mâché bull heads to giant bull nose rings in septum piercings and fishnets to horns that extend five feet in either direction.

A horn blows and they are out. Their giant plastic bats pulsate, thwapping the streets of the Central Business District. Then thousands of runners—most of whom have had at least one sangria despite the early hour—rush by, trying to pass the bulls without getting their bottoms spanked.

As the blocks roll by, the excitement builds. People are sprinting, bulls are stopping to set up makeshift road blocks. A referee tells the women to keep rolling. Some runners pass triumphantly, only feeling the swoosh of air as the bat narrowly misses, and others yelp as the bat makes contact. One young girl cries in horror out after getting swatted repeatedly, “I’m already out! I’m done!” A man in a long flowing cape nearly tumbles, taken aback from the harder-than-anticipated hit. Another man gets tapped and instinctively puts back his hand, grabs and runs away with the bat. A group of bulls notice this and maneuver flawlessly to trap him, grab the bat and return it to its rightful owner without missing a beat.

The flurry of activity ends as quickly as it came. The rest of the day sees people spread throughout the city in traditional red and white garb.

Fittingly, as the city of New Orleans went back and forth from the French and Spanish at its beginning, ooh la las replace ole’s on the Spanish Plaza in the afternoon to celebrate Bastille Day. There are mimes and Napoleons, and a dog costume contest with awards for “most French looking” and “most Jules Verne themed.” One of the French judges, famous for having her New Orleans apartment filled with tributes to champagne, brings her own dog decked out in red, blue, and white. 

On Sunday, one of the favorite events is the waiter’s race. Men and women who bartend and wait in the city must carry a tray topped with a famous Sazerac cocktail, two croissants and more, while walking—never running—as fast as they can down four blocks in the French Quarter. A band leads the way while little French cars are parked along the route.

The festivities come to a close Monday as the Joan of Arc statue gets her wreath. And as this is New Orleans, despite the heat and humidity, one only has to wait a moment for the next festival to begin.

Editor’s note: The Running of the Bulls began in 2007 and occurs annually in July. Bastille Day festivities occur in the days leading up to July 14th and on the date itself.  

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Tammy Mercure is a State Guide to Tennessee and co-editor of THE AMERICAN GUIDE. A photographer living in Bristol, Tennessee, she enjoys photographing just about any event that includes loud noises and fast moving things. She was recently named one of the “100 under 100: The New Superstars of Southern Art” by Oxford American magazine. Follow her on Tumblr or on her website, TammyMercure.com.

It’s been 5 years since I’ve been on the blocks at States and my previous best had been 3rd in 2009. My aim this year was Top-5-because-sash-and-blocks-but-actually-really-top-3-cos-perpetual-and-tiara-but-honestly-really-wanted-2nd-cos-personal-best. 

My goal was written and stuck beside my bed so it was the last thing I saw before I went to bed and first thing i saw when I woke up in the morning since I got back from NAN’s. I knew it was a goal that was possible if I worked hard and danced well on the day, but also knew it was by no means guaranteed - we may be a small state but our Senior Ladies section is full of talented, fierce dancers and the placings can go any way on any given day. 

So absolutely over the moon and grateful that I actually managed to achieve that 2nd place and be up on those blocks with such awesome women. 

Okay..

I’m not one to judge, but if your profile specifically states that you are married and your partner doesn’t know you are on here trying to chat women up you will be blocked. It is a trigger for me, and I am all for stirring up desires for your partner. But if it seems shady or sneaky I don’t want to contribute to it. Just a personal preference….to my couples I follow and that follow me… keep doing you I admire it! That I can get on board with because both parties are aware and actively participating.

So sneaky people just move along please. Go watch regular porn or something, I don’t want to be chatted up for your entertainment. That’s what your spouse is for IMO. Please be respectful and as always peace, love and kisses! ✌❤💋