SECOND SKIN HARNESS by Sara Manente, Inju Kaboom and Günbike Erdemir
Framed as inescapable, indescribable, uncontrollable and essential, economies are everywhere. Oppressive and enabling, lucrative and undervalued, there are economies that trade our emotional labour, desires, love, fertility, time, minds, queerness, politics and clicks. There are economies that we can control and that control us, and those that we can subvert to serve our collectives. A mark, a yen, a buck or a pound, in a conversation with a cat, an app-enabled journey through a rainy Shanghai night, in the margins between intimacy and power, in the kitchen, with your record collection, under the tip of the iceberg, at the foot of a tower she built, dancing at the lesbian bar.
Well I was dancing at a nightclub one Friday night And that nightclub bar was a little uptight Yeah, I was dancing all alone a little self-conscious When some kids came up and said “for dancing come with us.” And soon…
I was dancing in a lesbian bar, ah-oo, ah-oo I was dancing in a lesbian bar, ooh, ooh, ooh – Jonathan Richman, “I Was Dancing in the Lesbian Bar”
YouTube is not just a repository for animal videos (although, in all honesty, I find those emotionally uplifting and worthwhile). It's also one of the primary, already existing visual archives of queer and trans culture. Because of violence and marginalization, so many of our ancestors didn't have access to the institutions that make creative work permanent or longstanding, be that publication or preservation. But, throughout the last half-century, people have documented their friends, lovers and communities performing, talking, simply existing.
Dear Lovers, Sisters, Brothers, Mothers, Adopted Aunts, Long Lost Fathers, Halfcousins, Wives, Black Sheep and Partners In Crime,
We’re happy to announce the birth of a new issue –aptly themed FAMILY – which is seeing the light this weekend in Brussels.
We have a pretty pregnant programme...
Sturm-Frauen, an exhibition at the Schirn Kunsthalle in Frankfurt this winter, was a mind-blowing show of female artists working in Berlin between 1910 and 1932. I frantically snapped pix on my phone the whole way through the show. The must-have catalogue was sold out at the museum, but may still be available from the publisher. Above all, I was stunned by the work of artist Lavinia Schulz. Schulz was a wildly talented performance artist, the Mike Kelley of her time. She was so far ahead of the curve that she could barely live in her time, plagued perpetually by poverty and misunderstanding, but an artist of total brilliance and scope.
Dear Lovers, Sisters, Brothers, Mothers, Adopted Aunts, Long Lost Fathers, Half-cousins, Wives, Black Sheep and Partners In Crime
As you know, we have a soft spot for collectives, collaborations, friendships and support structures. People doing things with other people: loving, working, organizing, living. These strategies for surviving together form an underlying thread throughout all our issues. This time we wanted to look more closely at one way of naming these friendly constellations: FAMILY.
It was the end of 2010, I’d just graduated with a BA in literature and I was feeling stuck. I didn’t read anymore; instead I trawled job sites, fudging CVs and covering letters together with experience only of working in a family bakery and a pub. I was depressed, I was lonely, I had no money and no confidence. So I dreamt up a reading group. I wrote down a vague premise, made up a name and emailed around a few bookshops and project spaces. Eleanor, of X Marks the Bökship, replied. And so we started ‘I’ve Never Read Her’, a literature project reading short fiction and essays by women, open to all. Here is the list of all the writings we have read to date:
120 pages exploring the body and bodies, inside out and outside in. Bodies that dance and move. Bodies making waves. Body double. Bodies at work and working with the body. Using the body as an instrument. The body as medium and massage of touch and being touched. The single, singular body as the very basis for a ‘we’.
Interviews with image ingenue K8 Hardy, filmmaker Babette Mangolte, writer Jina Khayyer and documentarist Mariah Garnett. Essays by Derica Shields and Crystal Campell. Plus 7 Q&A's with healers, herbalist and modern witches. Beautiful bodily artists series and last but not least – horoscopic aphrodisiacs.
3 days celebrating the world of GIRLS LIKE US! FRIDAY DECEMBER 18: PEACHES Booksigning 5 PM - 8 PM SATURDAY DECEMBER 19: Shop & Party SHOP: 12 AM - 6 PM & PARTY: 9 PM - 2 AM SUNDAY DECEMBER 20: Brunch & Film 12 AM- 5 PM ONGOING: GIRLS LIKE US MAGAZINE (all issues) GIRLS LIKE US T-SHIRTS (new edition) GIRLS LIKE US TOTES (new batch) MINI LIBRARY (zines, mags & books from sisterhood) KUTT MAGAZINE (rare issues) BAR (Vedett, Fevertree, Absolut) CURIOSA from the GIRLS LIKE US family
We celebrate the Berlin premiere of the new issue of GIRLS LIKE US, themed BODY. For the launch event, contributor to the issue, the New York based artist and fame of Berlin's greatest Kotti-Shop Annette Knol will show materials of her ongoing research of "Lesbian Hands". The launch is part of the 4-day gathering called FRENCH KISSES: On Tips of Tongues, and Feeling as Taste, hosted by the Side Room (Amal Alhaag, & Girls Like Us co-editor Maria Guggenbichler) and District Berlin in various locations across the city of Berlin. For the launch at FRENCH KISSES we extend our invitation to the "B2B DJ set" for everyone to play kissing songs, songs to kiss to, songs that make people kiss, songs that are kisses, and kisses that are songs.
Unfiltered is back for an evening full of celebrating all things female! Live performances by Zhala and Echo & Seashell, DJ-sets by Mylou Oord (featuring Riet Wijnen), DJ Lynnée Denise and Boris Becker plus B2B DJ chain with the DJ Workshop for Women. Lost Property presents Masha Tupitsyn’s ‘Love Sounds’. Cocktails by Byrthe Lemmens (courtesy of Absolut) and decoration by Felicia von Zweigbergk.
300 square meters of Mother Earth near Amsterdam; doing nothing; watching time go by; watching the seasons change; watching the vegetables grow and be eaten by the birds; watching the night fall, watching the sun rise; watching the insects chasing each other; watching some undefined green-grey-yellowish spots floating by in the ditch; hearing the neighbour yell; watching the leaves change from green to yellow;
A secret can be a private space for self-creation – or a shared site of pleasure.
We explore secrets in a plethora of forms and contexts. From layered accounts of mediaeval ecstasy to the unexplored sensory experience of smell. From camouflaged play to queer readings of astrological charts and the hidden history of house music. From a very analog point of view to the outskirts of the internet.
White t-shirt, 100% cotton, soft finish, courtesy of OBEY. Available in sizes XS, S and M.
The print features a note – IRRESISTIBLE – from Gertrude Stein to Alice B. Toklas (Source: Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas Papers, Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library, Yale University).
"You are not alone". The title of a Michael Jackson song. The main reason for clubbing. And why party organizing can be a field for political progress and activism. Every new party is a new possibility. And feeling is the foundation of the party. Of the body. Of moving hips, and soft lips. I believe that when bodies move, minds do too.
A hot salon hosted by Girls Like Us.
Summer! Half of the word summer consists of the word mer, which in Swedish means more, and in French means sea, both good, and occasions salty. And what is then the sum of summer? A drink perhaps? w. ice. Mosquito bites. Tan lines. Autobahns. Sunstrokes. Sweaty towels. Sanded thoughts. Friday! Half of the word Friday consists of day, and half of the day is the evening, and I promise you this will be a good one.
A bagel is a Jewish baked good. It’s like a mature doughnut. It’s like a doughnut with war stories. It’s like a doughnut with a salty sense of humour. It’s like a doughnut, but Jewish. It’s a long, thick roll with a hole. Making bagels is our Sunday morning ritual. You need to allow an hour for rising time. We have another ritual we fill that hour with. A very abbreviated recipe:
In a world with too many choices and too little time to explore, play is an excellent strategy. Objects, roles, bodies, settings – anything can be transformed in play. Playing across time, space, architecture, beds, houses, lives, papers. Suddenly a chair is a plane is a stroy is an animal is an avatar is a new reality. Making up worlds, filming them. Surfing warm and cold waves. Playing with identities. Playing en masse. Playing to be free.