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The Post-Structuralist Vulva Coloring Book

Meggyn Pomerleau

The Post-Structuralist Vulva Coloring Book demystifies gender and pleasantly confuses your assumptions as you are drawn into its mesmerizing bricolage of patterns, folds, and whorls. Color away the false binaries between male and female, words and text, inside and outside, art and nature. As you meditate on the sameness and difference of the vulvas on each page, you will grow to question your interpellation into dominant systems of knowledge. By overwhelming the senses with vulvas, you will interrogate the meaning and very existence of this social construct we call the "vulva" and the instructions for living that come with it. Quotations from post-structuralist philosophers, from Foucault to Derrida, Lyotard to Kristeva, accompany the art, and can be colored and even edited into new constructs and timely critiques of the patriarchy. No longer must vulvas be either crudely objectified or shrouded in mystery! All hail the vulva! The vulva hails you!

Book Details

  • Publisher: Microcosm Publishing
  • Publish Date: Mar 15th, 2018
  • Pages: 128
  • Language: English
  • Edition: undefined - undefined
  • Dimensions: 9.90in - 7.90in - 0.40in - 0.65lb
  • EAN: 9781621061380
  • Categories: Techniques - ColorMovements - Post-StructuralismFeminist

About the Author

Meggyn Pomerleau is a designer living in Portland. She enjoys cycling, burritos and her dog. Elly Blue is a co-owner and the vice president of Microcosm Publishing, and the co-host of the People's Guide to Publishing podcast. Her books include Everyday Bicycling and Bikenomics, and she is the editor of the annual Bikes in Space anthology of feminist bicycle science fiction. She lives in Portland, Oregon, with her partner, their dog, and a small fleet of cargo bicycles.

Praise for this book

"I would really like to have slipped imperceptibly into this lecture...I would have preferred to be enveloped in words, borne way beyond all possible beginnings. At the moment of speaking, I would like to have perceived a nameless voice, long preceding me, leaving me merely to enmesh myself in it, taking up its cadence, and to lodge myself, when no one was looking, in its interstices as if it had paused an instant, in suspense, to beckon to me. There would have been no beginnings: instead, speech would proceed from me, while I stood in its path--a slender gap--the point of its possible disappearance." --Michel Foucault, from the book