*Not even remotely a nautical term.
Showing posts with label Issue 7. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Issue 7. Show all posts
Friday, December 12, 2008
Dirty Photo Booth -- Sexy Sailors!!
Sailor Skye and her scamp-ish friend were hoisting the jibs* (if you know what I mean) behind the sweaty black curtain at the Beyond Human launch party. Avast!
*Not even remotely a nautical term.
*Not even remotely a nautical term.
Friday, December 05, 2008
Did anyone lose their scarf at the launch?
Cuz we found one. This is it, e-mail us if you want it back: aATlicketysplitzineDOTcom
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Beyond Human Morsels: An Ode to Sarah Connor
The Cyborg Has Failed
by Mark Harris
A friend once told me that she liked a man with a bit of dirt under his fingernails. This was as much about her distaste for the commodity of metrosexual as it was about her love for a gritty version/vision of masculinity. I think this is an inventive way of explaining one’s desire. I, too, like men with some dirt beneath their fingernails.
Of course, I also know that this particular strain of masculinity, like any other gender, is not predicated on biological sex. Nothing makes this more evident to me than Sarah Connor.
Yes, I mean the one and only Sarah Connor, the fictional character played by Linda Hamilton in the first two Terminator movies. But let us focus on Sarah Connor in Terminator 2: Judgment Day.
Sarah Connor is incredibly hot. We first see the renegade inmate doing chin-ups on makeshift gym equipment in a high-security psych ward. Muscles flexing, sweat dripping, skin greasy with hospital grime and hair unkempt, Connor turns to the camera and her captor with eyes piercing and cunning.
Connor is fucking tough. I get a strange sense of satisfaction when she knocks out the vile prison guard who, in a prior scene, had licked her face. Connor comes out of nowhere, treading silent, wielding a broomstick, enacting revenge in a brutal flash of wood, blood, and bone.
Connor is a visionary and a vigilante. After dreaming the end of the world while carving premonitions into a picnic bench with a hunting knife, she cuts across the desert in a speeding vehicle to assassinate Miles Dyson. Dyson is the inventor of Skynet, the computer that will eventually instigate a nuclear holocaust, Judgment Day. Carrying a high-powered rifle, Connor invokes a Valerie Solanas for the posthuman world; she must take aim at both man and machine. Moreover, while Solanas called for armies of women, Connor is a lone warrior. Not even the cyborg, the Terminator Cyberdyne Systems Model 101, can halt the impending catastrophe. Only Connor is fierce enough for that.
Connor repudiates the biblical sex roles foisted upon her body. Her womb is not just some vessel for John Connor, the Christ figure who will supposedly avert the end of the world. Instead, it is Sarah Connor who breaks free of the panoptic prison system, crawls through the muck and mire, survives the sharp metallic wrath of the T-1000, ruptures the Old Testament adages of Judgment Day, and changes the course of the future.
Connor is the anti-technology technology. The Terminators are beyond human; one is a meeting of machine and organic tissue, a true cyborg in the sense of the word, while the other is purely synthetic, liquid metal so advanced it emulates what it sees. Yet Connor destroys them both. Furthermore, she targets the very root of the problem. In an eruption of explosives, broken glass, and fire, Connor wipes out the faceless corporation that manufactures the deathmachines, and extinguishes its deathdrive forever. While it seems as though the T-1000 is always just a step behind, running to its frenetic theme song with arm-claws outstretched, it is in fact Connor who is always two steps ahead of machine, of corporation, and of man.
There is dirt beneath Sarah Connor’s fingernails.
Read more by Mark Harris in issue 7 of Lickety Split!
by Mark Harris
A friend once told me that she liked a man with a bit of dirt under his fingernails. This was as much about her distaste for the commodity of metrosexual as it was about her love for a gritty version/vision of masculinity. I think this is an inventive way of explaining one’s desire. I, too, like men with some dirt beneath their fingernails.
Of course, I also know that this particular strain of masculinity, like any other gender, is not predicated on biological sex. Nothing makes this more evident to me than Sarah Connor.
Yes, I mean the one and only Sarah Connor, the fictional character played by Linda Hamilton in the first two Terminator movies. But let us focus on Sarah Connor in Terminator 2: Judgment Day.
Sarah Connor is incredibly hot. We first see the renegade inmate doing chin-ups on makeshift gym equipment in a high-security psych ward. Muscles flexing, sweat dripping, skin greasy with hospital grime and hair unkempt, Connor turns to the camera and her captor with eyes piercing and cunning.
Connor is fucking tough. I get a strange sense of satisfaction when she knocks out the vile prison guard who, in a prior scene, had licked her face. Connor comes out of nowhere, treading silent, wielding a broomstick, enacting revenge in a brutal flash of wood, blood, and bone.
Connor is a visionary and a vigilante. After dreaming the end of the world while carving premonitions into a picnic bench with a hunting knife, she cuts across the desert in a speeding vehicle to assassinate Miles Dyson. Dyson is the inventor of Skynet, the computer that will eventually instigate a nuclear holocaust, Judgment Day. Carrying a high-powered rifle, Connor invokes a Valerie Solanas for the posthuman world; she must take aim at both man and machine. Moreover, while Solanas called for armies of women, Connor is a lone warrior. Not even the cyborg, the Terminator Cyberdyne Systems Model 101, can halt the impending catastrophe. Only Connor is fierce enough for that.
Connor repudiates the biblical sex roles foisted upon her body. Her womb is not just some vessel for John Connor, the Christ figure who will supposedly avert the end of the world. Instead, it is Sarah Connor who breaks free of the panoptic prison system, crawls through the muck and mire, survives the sharp metallic wrath of the T-1000, ruptures the Old Testament adages of Judgment Day, and changes the course of the future.
Connor is the anti-technology technology. The Terminators are beyond human; one is a meeting of machine and organic tissue, a true cyborg in the sense of the word, while the other is purely synthetic, liquid metal so advanced it emulates what it sees. Yet Connor destroys them both. Furthermore, she targets the very root of the problem. In an eruption of explosives, broken glass, and fire, Connor wipes out the faceless corporation that manufactures the deathmachines, and extinguishes its deathdrive forever. While it seems as though the T-1000 is always just a step behind, running to its frenetic theme song with arm-claws outstretched, it is in fact Connor who is always two steps ahead of machine, of corporation, and of man.
There is dirt beneath Sarah Connor’s fingernails.
Read more by Mark Harris in issue 7 of Lickety Split!
Friday, November 14, 2008
Beyond Human Morsels: Ravished by a Phantom....
Dear Reader,
Before I recount to you the most uncommon and unarguably queer events that transpired some days ago, allow me to first impress upon you my utter sincerity. Some seven-and-twenty years into my life, I am not now nor have I ever been inclined to flights of fancy or superstitious credulity. As such, it is with the humblest transparency that I transcribe the account of my carnal struggle with none other than a creature from beyond the realms of the righteous and the living.
Read the full story!
Before I recount to you the most uncommon and unarguably queer events that transpired some days ago, allow me to first impress upon you my utter sincerity. Some seven-and-twenty years into my life, I am not now nor have I ever been inclined to flights of fancy or superstitious credulity. As such, it is with the humblest transparency that I transcribe the account of my carnal struggle with none other than a creature from beyond the realms of the righteous and the living.
Read the full story!
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Beyond submitted (The Muppet Show)
The Beyond Human (Issue #7) deadline for ideas and work is upon us! We want to hear from you -- there's still time to pitch a submission tent in our pants!! Write us at k@licketysplitzine.com.
If you need a little last-minute inspiration, here's a highly fuckables list so in tune with our theme we should have come up with it ourselves: The Top 5 Hottest Muppets.
Personally, I gotta go for Animal. A guaranteed wild night. Your votes?
If you need a little last-minute inspiration, here's a highly fuckables list so in tune with our theme we should have come up with it ourselves: The Top 5 Hottest Muppets.
Personally, I gotta go for Animal. A guaranteed wild night. Your votes?
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Lickety Split #7 Call for Submissions – Beyond Human!
Smut: The final frontier. A portal to virtual realities, a playground for fantastic characters, a narrative told in impossible destinies. At the border of human and other, which basic sexual elements turn you into a ticking A-bomb?
This issue, Lickety Split asks you to slip out of that mortal husk and into something more… existential? Divine? Synthetic? Beastly? Vegetal?? We'll be waiting in the other room, mixing ourselves a cocktail and adjusting our tailfeathers and blowholes (hee).
Lickety Split urges you to submit your proposals for:
Kinky and crafty limited edition artist objects (e.g. trading cards, buttons, etc)
As well as our standing invitation for:
Models and photographers and guest layout artists
Essays, interviews & reviews
Short stories
Comics, drawings, and other sexy 2D art!
Submission Guidelines
Before you let loose with a huge torrent of porn and sex related ideas, please acquaint yourself with our guidelines and criteria at http://licketysplitzine.com/participate.html.
Written work can be no shorter than 300 words but no more than 1500; please include a pitch and cover letter with your submission.
Models and photographers:
Please consult our full photo guidelines and technical requirements before you submit our idea! Photos must be 300dpi or higher and submitted in either a JPEG or TIFF format.
Please send submissions to k@licketysplitzine.com or mail to Lickety Split, P.O. Box 1783, Station H, MontrealQCH3G 2N6
Deadline: September 21st, 2008
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