Le dernier film de
Emilie Jouvet

Mercredi 2 juin à 20h au cinéma l’Archipel
Première à Paris en présence de l’équipe du film

Cinéma L’ARCHIPEL
17 bd de Strasbourg – 75010 PARIS 
Métro : Strasbourg Saint-Denis, Château d’Eau
Tarif :
9 euros/ Plein
7 euros/ Réduit (chômeurE, étudiantE, familles nombreuses!!!, séniorE)
Salle climatisée et accès aux handicapés

Emilie Jouvet’s new long feature is about to be released worldwide!

“Too Much Pussy ! Feminist Sluts in the Queer X Show ” is a sex-positive road-movie.
It is an explicit documentary about the wild adventures of seven women on a performance art tour, who travelled in a van around Europe during the summer of 2009, treaded the stages of nightclubs and theaters in Paris, Berlin, Stockholm…
It is a candy for the eyes and for the ears, and it will feed your souls !
The performers give you all, and will likely move your minds, make you think, and make you horny! Check the trailer out right there:

FEMINIST SLUTS TRAILER

You want to watch it? You want to attend the World Premiere? The American Premiere? Or the Australian one? Check out the dates right now!

April 15th 2010, Cinémarges Festival, Cinéma Utopia, Bordeaux, France, WORLD PREMIERE
Jun 2th 2010, Cinéma L’Archipel, Paris , France, PARIS PREMIERE
June 20th 2010, Frameline Festival, San Francisco, USA, INTERNATIONAL PREMIERE
June 21th 2010, TLV Festival, Tel Aviv, Israel, ISRAELI PREMIERE
July 2010, Melbourne International Film Festival, Melbourne, Australia, AUSTRALIAN PREMIERE
August 2010, Vancouver Queer Film Festival, Vancouver, Canada, CANADIAN PREMIERE 

july 2010 Femina Potens Galery , SF, USA
July 9th Eiszeit, Berlin, GERMAN PREMIERE
October, Porn film fest , Berlin, Germany

January Porn film festival Athens, GREECE PREMIERE

Ce road movie documentaire nous embarque avec 7 filles déjantées, en tournée dans un van sur les routes d’Europe en été !
Une ode au voyage, au désir entre filles et à la liberté sur grand écran!

“TOO MUCH PUSSY! Feminist Sluts in the Queer X Show”, d’Emilie Jouvet, est un road-movie jouissif et truculent sur le mouvement féministe sex-positif.

C’est un documentaire explicite sur les folles aventures de 7 jeunes artistes performeuses, réunies le temps d’une tournée épique,
qui ont traversé l’Europe en van pendant l’été 2009, foulé les scènes cosmopolites des boîtes de nuits branchées parisiennes,
en passant par les squats queers underground berlinois et les théâtres prestigieux de Berlin, Stockholm, Copenhague…

Jeunes femmes militantes, féministes, artistes, écrivaines, musiciennes, sex workers, pornostars.
Lesbiennes, Bisexuelles. Queers.
Pin-up vintage, Punkettes, Teenagers, Androgynes, Drag Kings, Femmes Fatales, Girls next door …
Elles viennent d’Europe et des Etats-Unis.
Leurs (dés)orientations sexuelles et expressions de genre sont diverses et multiples.
Nées de la révolution féministe pro-sexe initiée dans les années 80 par Annie Sprinkle,
ces jeunes femmes jouent librement avec les genres et réinventent de nouvelles représentations des désirs et de la jouissance.

«Des images crues et des actrices énergiques, une bande sonore pointue et une envie incommensurable de monter à bord de ce van pour partir avec elles !
Et comme le dit la bande son, ” Everytime we fuck, we win !” Oh yeah ..» Second Sexe Magasine

«Intéressant, poétique, et surtout très HOT! Le Queer X Show a séduit nos petites mirettes affolées.» Yagg (M.Mister)

« Il s’agit de femmes conscientes, activistes et libres qui critiquent les règles (au lieu de simplement désobéir) et exercent leur propre politique sexuelle » Cyberkor

«Les sept filles du Queer X Show taillent la route, lunettes de soleil roses en forme de cœur sur le nez, moustaches dessinées sur des sous-vêtements …
C’est un documentaire très libre, comme ces filles peuvent l’être, résume Emilie Jouvet , qui ajoute ainsi une pierre à l’édifice d’Annie Sprinkle ” Tetue

Une séance exceptionnelle en présence de la réalisatrice Emilie Jouvet , des actrices Wendy Delorme et Judy Minx, et de l’équipe du film.

Rendez-vous au Cinéma L’Archipel le mercredi 2 juin

Attention, arrivez avant 19h pour retirer vos places !

Soirée organisée par FloZif (Organisatrice de la Playnight et programmatrice de Cine Porn Pride)

I will be available to travel around Europe for bookings at art events and festivals, Pride, queer, and sex events.

I would love to exhibit/perform at art spaces/galleries/museums, speak on panels relating to art, sex, sex work, and porn, and present at universities or colloquia.

I am currently working on a cutting edge new performance series: Biological Clock, a part of Teaching Myself to Love that deals with issues of queer perspectives on time and fertility and the intersection of sexuality and parenthood. If you are interested in collaboration, let me know- particularly if you are an artist/sex worker/queer with sperm.

Contact me at sadielune (@) gmail.com if you would like to book me for your event!

Stay tuned for new visual art, writing, and performance archives related to Teaching Myself to Love.

In honor of the first spin of the season of the Lexington Street Disco Ball which shines and sparkles right into our hearts, Lula Mae Day and I invite you to take a spin on the flower laden dancefloor that is the block of Lexington Street between 21st and 20th streets. Dress up in prom/formal/fancy pants/superbeauty/glamatron style and come slow dance with us under the disco ball and the stars. This is the Coda to our performance/experiment: ProveYou’re Not a Robot, and all about the magic of the love and beauty always available close at hand. Bring other slow dancers and dress pretty. Pass it On!

Turns out we’re not the only lovers: http://www.sfbg.com/specials/2010/01/04/best-bay-2009-arts-and-nightlife

March has been such a revelation in a certain kind of energetic 0 to a certain kind of energetic 3000. In preparation for my trip, I’m sure, somehow a flock of beautiful queer Europeans have landed all around my life. I was listed in a Swedish newspaper as one of the recently naked performances to hit the stage in Malmo. I wrote a piece for a Dutch feminist magazine, Lover, about sex worker performance artists. The day-to-day decisions of my life: how I spend my time, what I eat, where I sleep, etc. suddenly turned into community processes as I welcomed my collaborator, Lula Mae Day into my home and life, along with a succession of ebullient houseguests and an overflowing nest of other allegiances.

I’m working with this new set of intentions and impetuses, and I’m loving them. Its this program I call “Living the Dream/Leaps of Faith”. It’s all about discarding practical logic in favor of bold steps towards living my dream, but implementing practicality and logic around the little stuff to keep me grounded and semi-cromulent. There is a lot of what feels like putting the cart before the horse involved in this program, and it gets quite scary at times. I feel like a fast fast car loaded up for a cross-country move, with every precious belonging strapped to the roof. And things keep flying off to be lost on the side of the highway, but I just keep rolling on towards the beautiful goal, and it is actually all ok. Better than ok, its really happening.

An ‘availabilist’ performance art installation investigating intimacy, shame and the blessed beast of huge love.
A sequence of interactive games, symbiotic rituals and swell treats traveling through the theater space.
This show is the completion of an AIRspace Residency
part of the ongoing project Teaching Myself to Love
(unfortunately not wheelchair accessible)

Prove You’re Not a Robot is a lo-tech performance art installation collaborative conspiracy between Sadie Lune and Lula Mae Day. An investigation into mutual and consensual revelation; we’ll share an evolving succession of explicit playground games, expository interviews, improvisational trances and of course, treats.
Using the ‘availabilist’ aesthetic of found objects from everyday life, the whole rigmarole will snake through the physical space of the Garage theater as it progressively delves deeper into the artists’ manifestations of curiosity, vulnerability, neurosis, transcendence, and ultimately the blessed beast of huge love.

Take a trip with us through five layers of mutating dynamics between artist and audience, from spectacle to choose your own adventure. Wander through the dissonance of exterior perceptions and interior landscapes. Hold our hands while we pull the covers off of shame, sexuality, and faith. Roll up your sleeves while we grapple with depression, hypocrisy, and intimacy. Prepare for a catch and release while we try to get a handle on time, boundaries, and compassion.

For weeks before the public performance the artists will engage in multifaceted symbiotic ritual focusing on practices of commitment including cohabitation, sober altered states, physical attachment and co-dependent sensory deprivation, you know, the works.

Self-help author Barbara De Angelis wrote a book that offers to help us learn “how to make love all the time.” Maybe I’ll read it someday, but right now I’m more interested in your take on the subject. How would you make love — not have sex, but make love — with your sandwich, with the music you listen to, with a vase of flowers, with the familiar strangers sitting in the cafe, with everything? Your expertise in this art is now at a peak.

This has been on my mind a lot lately. I feel invested in my project: Teaching Myself to Love, but also like I’m at a roadblock. My mission for the projected 5-year project is to learn to be a good lover, as an active practice, in life as well as romance. I envisioned multiple, parallel running soft threads of projects that involved daily practice and then period knots of larger public performances, events, and installations. But now I keep rolling over the idea of how to incorporate this urge into my daily life, and then how to make that art. I think of trying to establish daily practices related to loving and then document them, but that is ringing hollow to me right now. Or maybe I’m just at the still hibernatory lull of the year where small but consistent change and activity feels beyond reach. Its much clearer and feels more accessible for me to organize a larger event or public piece than to create small, persistent, ubiquitous love-art. I recognize that my habits around creativity have been problematic lately, more conducive to shame and sleep-deprivation than to loving. So how to bring the love in every day, and how to feel or express the art in the reach to act, to open, to relax, to love? How to make it for real and make it feel real to me without making it such a big deal?
I don’t know. I’m working on it.

One of my favorite things about falling in love- romantically or through friendship, is learning to like things you hate, or appreciate the world from your beloveds perspective- learning how to see or find love in places that wouldn’t normally come easily or quickly for you. I often don’t love many the things my beloveds do (the color orange, action movies, Mariah Carey), but I love better understanding them, or making room for them in my life because of proximal insight. I like that internal breaking feeling when aversion or indifference shifts to curiosity.

So to help myself see better, to remember, to teach myself where love lies, this is
You Know What I Love.
Mostly the subject of You Know What I Love will be from my neighborhood, with extended scope for travel or special occasions. What Hannibal Lecter says, he claims he got it from the bible, “we learn to covet first that which we see every day” has stuck with me since I heard it first as a middle-schooler. I want to learn to love (I’m already super-skilled at coveting) that which I see every day, and realize my love for my immediate surroundings. To experiment with focus and attention. To practice love I can reach out and touch. And to share it with you.

You Know What I Love, #1

Pastries, particularly chocolate, from Tartine bakery.

When it rained for two months straight the winter that was the beginning of ‘06 and I was walking around dazed and changed- newly sober, in what I call my “Invisible Toddler” persona, giant baggy hoody, similar pants, baseball cap and hiding, trying to figure out what to do with myself I started a trick to get myself to get up in the morning and go out in the rain to yoga class. The trick was Tartine on the way back.
Triple birthday breakfasts for all the wonderful women I love born on June 16th, chocolate pudding licked off bare breasts, first wooings of the best Craigs List score ever with frequent text invitations to sugar, and the ultimate period craving satisfaction. It makes me high, even just the refined smell of the sugar inside the shop, the unfailing line to build anticipation, the saliva seeping while I crane my neck, and oh the variegated beauties behind the counter, a romance in every transaction, a blissful future unfolding with each spoonful.

tres leches cake, coconut cream tarts, banana cream tarts, lemon tarts, dark chocolate cake, chocolate mousse cake, opera cake, eclairs and the famous chocolate pudding

Oh how the millenials rub off on me. (mmm…) Well there’s my daily cherry-pop for you, I just broke my youtube upload seal. So now the lovely audio slideshow from Mabel Jimenez of 31 actions can live right here! On the video page with it’s nakedy friends.

If you happen to be in the market for a web designer I cannot recommend Star highly enough! She is super-patient with the tech fearful, unsavvy, or luddistic, so I can only imagine how great she would be with someone who already knows how to bang a 0 and a 1 together. She’s a great teacher, I seriously have learned so much about the internets from working with her.
But! even if you don’t need the coddling I appreciate from all service providers, she is just a damn good designer and will make your shit look and work badass. Star drew the illustration on the top of my site and interpreted all of my bizarre requests with aplomb. She’s hot, sweet, sharp as a tack and wonderful to work with. Now I’m writing basic html and uploading videos and shit, just like the rest of all 10 year olds. I am super grateful to her for helping me realize a fucking five year dream, finally pulling me into net society, relieve my intense web-related shame, and do the impossible thing no other trusted friend could do (aka talk me into twitter). So hazzah to her!
Star is the bomb…one of those chocolate ones filled with ganache.