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Dear(est) Jaclyn

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Dear(est) Jaclyn,

I was barely eighteen when I stumbled upon Yes Means Yes!, a young activist who had just discovered what sex-positivity even was and decided instantly to buy the anthology after reading the foreword in Ms. Magazine. Now, it remains one of the most pivotal pieces of my feminist history. Yes Means Yes! was the first book of its kind to grace my bookshelves. Today, my collection of feminist literature is vast, a reminder of how much I loved reading the anthology on the bus, holding it high and putting on my thick, black readers to make sure every single passenger knew exactly what I was into. It was not until I had read your piece, “In Defense of Going Wild,” however, that I was ready to finally close the book and take action. Your portrayal of college life as a microcosm of rape culture shook me. I read and reread your essay. I handed the book to my friends to read your essay. I defiantly marched down the hall, no longer ashamed to be going out- and then handed my floor-mates your essay.

It was around this time that I stumbled upon Nancy Schwartzman. She was working on a documentary about sexual boundaries and consent, so I did what all ambitious young women do: asked to be her intern. After sending over an uncomfortably long interest letter (I have yet to master concise feminist credentials), I became part of a four-woman core team at THE LINE Campaign, where I played an integral role in a movement that is changing lives and perspectives.

THE LINE is a documentary about rape that is told from Nancy’s perspective, detailing her decision to confront her attacker and making the viewer question exactly where the line of consent is, and how to make sure we all respect our partners. This grew into “where is your line?” a campaign that gives people the opportunity to share their lines and opinions on hookup culture through blogs, photos, and videos. At every screening, audience members are encouraged to cover themselves in the ink of confession, sharing their lines on stickers. Responses include “SOBER,” “Communicate with me,” and “I’m a sexual being, not a sexual object.” The project has only reinforced how important ending rape culture is to me.

In all of my activism toward rape prevention is a memory of “In Defense of Going Wild”; I have told all of the brilliant minds of THE LINE about how the essay impacted me, and how I hold it close to my heart still. Because of how important your work was to my own activism, I was hoping that I could interview you for THE LINE’s website. I’d also love to send you a copy of the film. It’s a challenge to articulate how fitting it would be to see you become involved with a project you created my passion for in the first place. I’m hopeful that you will see our work in the same light I do, and I look forward to hearing from you.

Love,

Carmen

How Do We Measure A Film Like "Precious?"

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Its official. Hollywood is holding its breathe for the premiere of “Precious“. Gossip, speculation, excitement, buzz…  How many Oscars will it catch? Is it “too urban”? Will it reach the art-house crowd and the Tyler Perry crowd? How much $$ will it bring in for Lionsgate?

But will anyone be addressing the social impact of a film like “Precious”? What happens to an audience when a life of incest, poverty and rape is writ large on the big screen? How do we measure a film that has already provoked painful truth-telling from the producers, director and actors? Executive Producer, Oprah Winfrey has long been vocal about the physical and sexual abuse she suffered as a child, but Tyler Perry? His disclosure could have been a career-killing move, but he told his story anyway. Mo’nique, made the bold decision to play the film’s villain, and came out about the sexual and physical abuse she suffered at the hands of her brother. She talks about using the experience to fuel her performance. In Sunday’s New York Times, a twelve page profile of Lee Daniels, covers both his successes and his father’s beatings.

We are slowly making space as a public to listen to what we all know to be true: someone you know can relate to the story of Precious. Her story, and the stories of those who brought it to light, will spark a torrent. And as we continue to lift the shame, how will we measure the tidal wave?

Pay As You Go: Sex Worker Shorts

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I’m thrilled to be invited and included in Brooklyn’s first ever Sex Worker Shorts film series. Sexuality rights & new media activist Audacia Ray and the folks at $pread Magazine have organized the event at Union Docs, so I can even ride my bike over. $pread is a magazine dedicated to illuminating the sex industry whose motto is: “We believe all sex workers have a right to self-determination; to choose how we make a living and what we do with our bodies.” Amen!

THE LINE is showing alongside films from India, USA, Macedonia, Cambodia, France, UK and Canada. I’ll also be speaking on a panel with Audacia Ray and Violeta Krasnic from WITNESS and artist Damion Luxe discussing how we can use video as an advocacy tool. I’ll be particularly interested to hear about how new media is changing and effecting the work of Witness’s HUB, the world’s first participatory media site for Human Rights.

Life is Precious / You Are Precious

This movie is going to make me weep.  And cringe with my whole body.

Sapphire was a guest the year that I was president of the Barnard/Columbia Rape Crisis Center, the year PUSH was published. The book was so controversial, the life of Precious was so dire, people didn’t want to believe that children, just 15 blocks North of Columbia University were living that kind of life. Incest, poverty, illiteracy, abuse. On our little student budget we took Sapphire to dinner. She was funny, gracious and warm, and pretty damn irreverent, too.

I was in shock when I heard PUSH was optioned and created into a film, let alone a film that won at Sundance. This story is fucking brutal. I thought no one wanted to see movies about rape?  That’s what I was told!  Maybe we are finally ready?

But with the free pass Roman Polanski is getting… makes me wonder.

Roman Polanski – Day of Atonement

Today is Yom Kippur, and I’m doing my yearly reckoning with my religion, culture and faith. This year, I’ve struck a bargain with the powers that be. I won’t eat, but I’ll work, and I’ll only work on things that are useful. And here we are. It has been an intense week on the news cycle where media, sexual assault and celebrity collide. We went from Tucker Max to Mackenzie Phillips and now to Roman Polanski.

First we have Whoopi Goldberg weighing in, saying what Roman Polanski did isn’t “rape-rape”, because…? It’s not clear exactly. He’s an artist?  Her mother was a stage mom? She was pretty? He is talented?  Polanski copped to his crime, but Whoopi Goldberg is a garbled disaster.

Kate Harding of Broadsheet piped up, serving to remind us in nearly every paragraph that Roman Polanski raped a child and is getting a free pass because he’s a beloved director and she was a Lolita-esque nymphet. The article breaks down the privilege afforded to him over the past 30 years, and states clearly that when a 44 year old man has sex with a 13 year old girl, who is repeatedly saying “no,” and who was plied with champagne and pills, that is rape.

The victim-blaming discourse is interesting to revisit (she’s a seductress, he’s a talent, her mom approved), however I’m not sure this arrest now does any service to the victim. She has clearly stated she wants to go on with her life.

When a case is polarizing and high profile, its easy to lose sight of what actually happened, and what is best for all parties. The best Roman Polanski can do is ask for forgiveness.  And we can love the art, and condemn the action of the artist.

Tucker Max, Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

Over here at where is your line?, we’re pretty tired of Tucker Max’s caricature of masculinity/male minstrel show. To “change the game” of sexual relations for the better, sometimes you have to state the obvious — in this case, Girls Enjoy Sex. Here’s a 30 second antidote to the ills of male chauvinism/ignorance.

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” was whipped up (by fabulous Isaac with a few tweaks from me) in the week between our first international premiere, and hopping Amtrak to a screening at American University. Tucker Max and his book were on the periphery of my radar, but he seemed like this year’s Joe Francis, a privileged white guy capitalizing on people’s desire to be famous, and making a lot of money from it. When I saw the marketing campaign advertising his movie, we knew we wanted to respond. The grossest thing about his message is the notion that you need to sneak up, trick or coerce girls into sex. We have so much evidence to prove the contrary, we decided to show you.

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