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These Waves of Girls...

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Auteur·e·s:

Simoneau, Mathieu

Brousseau, Simon

Fiche simple

These Waves of Girls... est un Roman hypertextuel autofictionnel développant le thème de l'homosexualité chez les jeunes filles.

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Poétique de la mémoire

These Waves of Girls...

Artiste·s:

Fisher, Caitlin

Média:

Internet

Année:

2001

http://www.yorku.ca/caitlin/waves/navigate.html

Infos

Site d'hébergement:

York University

URL du site d'hébergement:

http://www.yorku.ca

Date de dernière consultation de l'oeuvre:

08 Juin 2006

Coordonnées de l'artiste:
caitlin@yorku.ca
Groupe de recherche:
Chaire de recherche du Canada en littérature contemporaine

Taxonomies

Nature:

Oeuvre

Interactivité:

Navigation à choix multiples

Format:

Hypertexte, Image, Son/ambiance sonore, Texte, Voix

Thème:

Autofiction, Homosexualité, Narration, Roman

Média:

Internet

Année:

2001

Langue(s) de l'oeuvre:

Anglais

Traitement numérique des ressources:

HTML

Citation(s)

Grade five we all knew what a slut was: Tammy Stevens. Tammy was in grade six. She'd sit all angelic-like in assembly, cross-legged on the gym floor. She was sitting on Ricky Sutherland's hand. I'm serious. We were grossed out and fascinated. I went home and practiced sitting on my hand. It didn't seem worth it, somehow. Ricky Sutherland went around talking like having a girl sit on his hand meant he wasn't a virgin anymore. At ten we press our girl bodies against them and our tongues into them. And yes, we scratch -- why not?-- we scratch and pull hair because all's fair and even if the boys turn, catch us in their small hands, and, running, push us, momentum, not them, sending us to the ground, they can't hold us. And other boys might come running to see but never never in time because boys don't have weight, don't have the substance to keep us on the gravel, and by the time a crowd arrives our hands like hammers have forced the boys to release, our legs, strong, thick-kneed dangerous have twisted them underneath us, and sometimes they are crying out by the time other defeated boys arrive.

Biographie(s)

Fisher, Caitlin

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