SuRi Ya Ke? @suriyake - Tumblr Blog

SURIYAKE (スリヤケ) from Álvaro García Salvador on Vimeo.

Performance de Suriyake en el evento de clausura de la exposición Clímax, de la galería INKRT.

Dispongo de todos los permisos de uso de imagen.

La música es The End of the Beginning - God is an Astronaut.

Ropes of Grieving from Toni Chaptom on Vimeo.

Pilar LaOtra & AnaSita present a production in association with Andrea Griffin and Fetterati. A Toni Chaptom Short Film. "Ropes of Grieving" - "Cuerdas de Duelo" Starring Pilar LaOtra & AnaSita Music by Carlos Perón. Scenography by Andrea Griffin

D E S I D E R I U M from Toni Chaptom on Vimeo.

Así fue D E S I D E R I U M.

Gracias a tod@s los que me ayudaron a hacer este sueño realidad.

Making of EcceHomo from EcceHomo on Vimeo.

Making of compilation from EcceHomo Photographer sessions

EH 2018 from EcceHomo on Vimeo.

EcceHomo shots compilation 2 Music: "Salvaje" by Fuel Fandango

Improvisation * from GLÜ WÜR on Vimeo.

Music and rope improvisation by "La Pepa" Albert Segura Blazquez and Glü Wür in Konvent.0. Berga, Spain. August 2016 konventzero.com/ gluwur.com/

Beauty Brain ft. Ms Nina - Friki (Official Video) from keeweefilms on Vimeo.

nacidxsenunmundohorrible

Historieta final incluida en el fanzine de ESKORBUTO :)

shamelesslyunladylike

"Why do you want to look like a man?"

I wear clothing from the men’s section of the clothing store. My leg hairs are longer than most of the hair in my head. I never wear any makeup, no matter if I’m going out to buy bread in the morning or if I’m going to a party. People often call me “sir”. Others hurl slurs at me, sometimes calling me a “dyke”, sometimes calling me a “faggot”, both showing their disapproval of my physical presentation. I see little kids asking their mothers, in whispers, if I am a boy or a girl. And people ask me all the time, why do I want to look like a man?

The answer is simple. I don’t.

And I do not look like a man.

I look like a woman who refuses to perform femininity.

My unshaven legs do not make me like a man, they’re MY legs, and MY hair, and I am a woman. My “boy’s” clothes are worn on my body, the body of a woman. My naked, unpainted face is the face of a woman. I am a woman, and this is not defined by a haircut or a choice of attire, or by lipstick or high heels, or boxer briefs and men’s deodorant worn over fuzzy unshaven armpits. There’s nothing manly about me.

I am a woman, not by choice, but by fact. Because “woman” is a reality imposed to me, from the day I was born and given a woman’s name, to the day I was six and I was told I couldn’t take off my shirt in a blazing hot summer day because one day I would have breasts, to last night when I walked home in a state of hyper-awareness, my house keys tightly clutched between my fingers, tracking the movements of every man in the dark streets. I am a woman because, since before my own birth, when an ultrasonography picture informed my parents that I would be born with a vulva, I have been groomed to be a member of the woman class, the breeding stock class, the sex class, the lower class. I was taught to be accomodating and speak softly, to not bring attention to myself and to spare men’s feelings. I was taught that the boy who pulled my hair and threw his toy train at me, aiming for my head, probably did it because he liked me, and boys will be boys anyway. I learned that, if I did the same to him, I was a troublemaker. That my assertiveness is unladylike. That one day I would bear some man’s children, and this was pretty much destiny. That my worth was in my looks, more than in my brain. I am a woman because I was taught all these things, and I am a woman because people expect me to know these lessons by heart, and follow every one of them. When people ask me why do I want to look like a man, what they’re actually asking is why am I not marking myself as a woman. They’re asking why do I fail to perform the role of femininity, to make myself pleasing and unthreatening to the eyes of the upper class, the man class. My mother once voiced her concerns to me, that my looks would make me a target for male violence, and she is right to be concerned. I am perceived as a member of the lower class who refuses to bear the marks and play the role imposed to me. I refuse to shave my legs to look like a pre-pubescent girl, innocent and vulnerable, or to wear shoes that force me to walk on the tips of my toes, slow and precariously balanced, and this makes men angry, because this is a counscious act of rebellion. This is me saying I am not theirs. I will not please them. I do not desire their approval or their attention. And men often get violent when we refuse to cater to them. My choices of visual presentation make me a cautionary tale. I am the hairy, ugly, lesbian feminist, the one they warn other women about. “Don’t be like her”, they say, “or no man will ever want you”. But I don’t want them either, and I do not want to look like them, or be like them, or have anything to do with them. I want to be free from men and their bullshit standards. I want to strut around proudly, shamelessly unladylike, looking like a woman looks when she’s not covered in face paint and restrictive clothing, when she doesn’t care about pleasing men. I do not look like a man, and nothing will ever make me look like one. I am pure, unadulterated woman. I choose myself over them, I choose women over them. If that makes them hate me, so be it. Because I am a woman, they would hate me no matter what I did.

NOTT x HOLOGRAPHIC from Javier Viera on Vimeo.

NOTT extraido del album AURA

Video realtime - Javier Viera ( @makerfly ) Música - Jean Felú & Misuri ( @Holographicmad )

Grabado y mezclado en @MetropolStudios (Madrid) por @Hartosopash.

GraffMapping 1.0 Suglas from DOS BCN on Vimeo.

Producción musical DosBcn: Soundcloud.com/dosbcn Alone,Imagining a future - Dj Raudo: facebook.com/djraudo Video: Individuo Filmmaker Vimeo.com/Individuo83 Graffmapping: richarsantana.com

dosbcn.com

TAGTOOL SESSION X GRAFFMAPING / FUERTEVENTURA 2017 from Richar Santana on Vimeo.

TAGTOOLXGRAFFMAPPING SEMANA DEL ARTE URBANO PLAZA LAS ESCUEVAS, PUERTO DEL ROSARIO, FUERTEVENTURA VÍDEO: INDIVIDUO FILMMAKER 2017

Caricias from Elena Tóxica on Vimeo.

Trailer de presentación de Caricias, por Toxic Lesbian, 2016. Caricias, es una ficción en animación realizada por la artista visual Elena Tóxica. Se trata de un cortometraje que evoca a través de la imagen en pintura animada y la voz narrativa en base al texto original creado para esta pieza, el pensamiento y emoción suscitada en una relación lésbica. La música ha sido interpretada por voz de mujer solista y está inspirada en la película ‘El desprecio’ de Godard.

Caresses, trailer from Elena Tóxica on Vimeo.

Trailer presentaion of Caresses. Caresses is the title of an animated fiction created by visual artist Elena Tóxica. It is a short film which, through animated images and a narrative voice based on the original text created for the piece, evokes the thoughts and emotions of a lesbian relationship.

The music has been interpreted by a solo artist and it is inspired on the movie Contempt, by Godard. By Toxic Lesbian, 2016.

SILENCE!!! A new sexvolution short film from Jaime Mate on Vimeo.

Cuando el ruido te asalta, cuando te acompaña constantemente y se convierte en tu sombra, tan slo te queda revelarte y crear una burbuja a tu medida.

SEXVOLUTION Sueño una mujer que sueña - I Dream a Woman who Dreams from Jaime Mate on Vimeo.

I dream a woman who dreams That is others and at the same time herself. That discovers her skin and traces is it With the prudence of a bird The touch of a low cloud And the voracity of the stranger.

Sueño una mujer que sueña Sueño una mujer que sueña que es otras y a la vez ella misma. Que descubre su piel y la recorre con prudencia de pájaro. con tacto de nube baja con la voracidad del forastero.

kimchicuddles

Turns out I DO feel jealous sometimes… of Monogamy! What’s that bitch got that I ain’t got??

Trending Blogs

Recently Viewed Blogs

SuRi Ya Ke?