Passion by Hannah Stone

HUSTLER July 2012

Hey checkout my “spread” in Hustler Magazine July 2012!!!!!!!!!

I LOVE the Title…”Hannah and her Slitsters”!!!!!!

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This series isn’t about sex. It isn’t about porn or shock value. I’m not trying to offend or turn anyone on…if by chance someone is offended or turned on by my artwork…then have atter…enjoy! There are millions of people out there just waiting to be offended…if i may be of service in this manner…well…you’re welcome.

This series is about feminine empowerment. Whoa~hey~hoe…wait up…notice i said FEMININE empowerment…not FEMALE empowerment. Big difference there gents…this is for us all. This is about ALL of us accepting and embracing our male and female energies. Located in the left side of our brain is the masculine force. It is the part of us that is assertive, logical, analytical, doing, controlling, aggressive, striving, projecting, hard, organizing, rushing, thrusting, always pushing us to survive, and has its origin in our minds. The right side of the brain is feminine or that which is creative, delicate, intuitive, nurturing, receptive, tender, surrendering, synthesizing, integrating, present, soft, feeling, and the part of us that “knows” without explanation. Its roots reach deep into the heart. The feminine helps us to “be.” This form of energy softens the constant male-driven “doingness” of our lives, which has become part of our misguided and relentless efforts to survive in the material world. The balance of the male-female polarities within each individual will also help us relax into the knowingness of who we really are. Once we begin to awaken to this knowledge we can then decide who it is we really want to be. Porn is about checking out. Art is about checking in. Ive always had a serious aversion to PORN. I’m not a prude. Well that’s kind of obvious. Anyone who knows me knows that i am very open sexually….i love to talk about it and joke about it, i get school boy excitement over clever sexual double entendres…love to explore and poke at it (so to speak) So I’ve been baffled at times as to why i fucking hate porn. (BTW when i refer to porn, i mean HARD core stuff…the up close and personal anal fests, big bouncing booby blondes who wail in ecstasy at any movement that the random dude inside her happens to pull off. Faking orgasms blah blah blah..you know the drill) Ive had my share of X-bfs who had porn obsessions, even, dare i say porn addictions. I struggled with the thought that if only i were woman enough then Id be all they needed……turns out it had nothing to do with me. It wasn’t the images that upset me about it…it was the energy behind it. The instant gratification, the checking out, the objectification, the sex ed for our youths aspect, the lack of intimacy, the drug scene behind it and the faking of it all….at least on the ladies side. The whole fucking fake bullshit behind it all. Yes we humans are visual. I’m very visual in fact, but this kitty cat needs a bit more than a giant cock slamming head first into any and all orifices to be titillated.. .. Its so easy to surf through the HUNDREDS of THOUSANDS of pornographic images online, and not really SEE a thing. There is no connection to the image or the person behind the image. Watching porn has NOTHING to do with sex. Kind of like how binge eating has nothing to do with nutrition or feeding oneself…or how alcoholic drinking has nothing to do with the bouquet of the wine in question. ( i say this from experience on both accounts) I don’t know about you but I need some fucking substance. So i decided to paint me some. There is something about art, a painting for me. It stops me dead in my tracks, gets me present in the moment and speaks to me, shares with me….opens me up. The images i am painting are moments in time, forever immortalized on canvas…in ink and glitter. They are larger than life, cupcake-frosting-pink pussies saying look at me in all of my pink-passionate-glittery-glory…i am Cunt…see me shine See the beauty in me, my texture, the way i light up a room!. Like snowflakes, no two vajayjays are alike. Sex is a primordial driving force in us, just like the heart beat. Until we accept this and embrace this we cant be free to enjoy it. I believe that a healthy sense of self comes in part from a healthy sense and acceptance of ones sexual self. When i have a healthy sense of my sexual self then i can take ownership of my sexuality and my body. When we have ownership of it, we don’t need to spread it around, we actually become quite grounded and self contained. Sexuality and sensuality are not separate. Sensuality is not separate from colour. We live in a grayish/taupe world. We need to embrace the colour in our sexuality and sensuality. Why wouldn’t we? Why not have all of the pie instead of just a small sliver? I want more than porn and disconnection and fantasy. Our bodies are so damn beautiful…all of them, all of us. I just want to offer you a moment in time…sprinkled with glitter and passion and soft pink and purple bits. enjoy.

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