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I'm working on an essay for a magazine entitled, "My clit loves Joy Division."

If you're thinking it has something to do with feminism and music, you'd be correct. An excerpt:

Everyone else calls it no wave, or new wave, or post-punk, but my clit calls it “Yes!” and “Please!” and “Oh God, give me more!”

It connects – we connect – and the music is ours and everything makes sense. Who cares what Ian Curtis wails underneath the sparse riffs of “Warsaw?” When it’s just me, and my clit, it’s just the music – guttural, torrential, exquisite.

Posted on July 1, 2008 by Registered CommenterBritt in | CommentsPost a Comment

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