So, I live in what is known as the Honkey-Tonk House. The people that have come in and out of this lovely old victorian have had anything but old-fashioned mores. Some of the most radical folk have crashed here at one time or anotha' I'm sad to see it's history may go down cause we may all have to move out in Aug.--due to other needed misadventures. I just learned that the socialists that live downstairs in the basement may also be splitting. I guess it's called the Honkey-Tonk cause of the spank parties that use to go on. Alas, I've been here two weeks and none of that has arisen(well, not in the form of a house-party anyway). Before my rant looses direction, a rommie left me with a zine that some of the last occupiers made. It was about their eastcoast bike tour, in which they spread bike gospel to all inquiring ears. They where a group of 6 queer girls who called themselves The Sweet Saddle Side Show 
This zine is their research on the links between patriarchy and car culture. Here is some of their fine words to spoke(me so puny) your interest, cause Gwad, I wish I would have thought of this(OOops a trickle of ---theory- get's- me-hot- jizz, runnith down me leg):
"...back in the day (late 1800s) people use to say women who rode bikes would get horny and gay, or that even worse they would abandon their domestic duties, spend all their time riding bikes and discovering autonomy."
"Over one hundred years later, bikes and queers still don't get the most positive response. As a biker I feel both invisible and targeted, depending upon whether people are cutting me off or screaming at me as they whiz by in their car. I also feel both invisible and targeted as a queer woman. But barreling down the road with 5 other bitches on bikes it's hard for people not to notice us. For me The Sweet Saddle and our presence on the road are fun and sexy ways of resisting patriarchy and car culture. "
--TSS (Caitlin, Corrie, Megan, Barbara Jean, K.P. , Tennessee).
Hard-Core Bike Whores--Gettin' Tail while we wheel and we yell!-Pekoe
This zine is their research on the links between patriarchy and car culture. Here is some of their fine words to spoke(me so puny) your interest, cause Gwad, I wish I would have thought of this(OOops a trickle of ---theory- get's- me-hot- jizz, runnith down me leg):
"...back in the day (late 1800s) people use to say women who rode bikes would get horny and gay, or that even worse they would abandon their domestic duties, spend all their time riding bikes and discovering autonomy."
"Over one hundred years later, bikes and queers still don't get the most positive response. As a biker I feel both invisible and targeted, depending upon whether people are cutting me off or screaming at me as they whiz by in their car. I also feel both invisible and targeted as a queer woman. But barreling down the road with 5 other bitches on bikes it's hard for people not to notice us. For me The Sweet Saddle and our presence on the road are fun and sexy ways of resisting patriarchy and car culture. "
--TSS (Caitlin, Corrie, Megan, Barbara Jean, K.P. , Tennessee).
Hard-Core Bike Whores--Gettin' Tail while we wheel and we yell!-Pekoe
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some of the same environmental static. Check out -- should
you like -- The Dark Hotel at Salon.Com.
It's in their comic section, still being featured on Friday,
although we have been writing for the LA Weekly now
for some time. Lost that gig recently too.
Anyway I'm the writer in a team of strip artists cousins of a kind,
and I would like you to read and comment on my things, as I
would to continue to read and follow the trouble you are bound
to keep getting into as well.
I don't actually mean that. I am old time peace and love and
Chuck Berry and Fats Domino and Allen Touisannt and Smiley
Lewis and the Neville Brothers and Don't You Know, KoKoMo
It better always be good old rock and roll. Drago/Bob C.