Guada - fucking - harder!

We are about 10 min from boarding the bus to what we are told is the bicycle capital of Mexico. With a much denser (albiet mountainous) city than District Federal using a bike in Guadalajara is quite practical.

Also they play a lot of polo. The country's finest polo players are helping put together our show!

Joy! Rapture! BIKE FUCKING PORN!

Saturday, December 1, 2012 

Agustín de la Rosa 696  FALTA NUMBERO! VA A 616

9:30pm

$10 
en la patio, llevar una manta!

Viene a Guadalajara el Bike Smut Festival, una composición audio visual que une dos actividades cotidianas aparentemente inconexas, el ciclismo y el sexo.

La serie de cortometrajes que lo componen fueron hechos con las bicicletas y los cuerpos desnudos como protagonistas, y en ella hay desde escenas eróticas hasta algunas bastante explicitas y para algunos hasta grotescas, por eso sugerimos que las personas que asistan a la proyección lo hagan consientes de lo que van a encontrar.

Habrá a la entrada una cooperación de $10 por persona, que se destinarán a apoyar el proyecto.

 

ReMembering Bike Love in Toronto

Well it happens. You are excited to travel, you have all sorts of plans, you expect to meet all manner of people AND YOU DO!

But then somehow along the way you forget that you were in the midst of telling people about how excited you are to see them. And before you can say anything you are being searched by border guards for 6 hours and trying to explain to a border guard that riding a bike naked need not be uncomfortable at all

Before you know it you see your friends from another country and the relief washes over you... then months later you realize you haven't shared that note about how great it was gonna be, so instead you have to share HOW GREAT IT WAS!

Hawt damn we are were excited! ERECTIONS AND WET SADDLES ALL OVER TORONTO!

We just Months ago that our favorite venue in Canada is was able to host us! THE SOMEWHAT UNDERGROUND VENUE, CINECYCLE! SO AWESOME!

Last time we came through it was quite a scene amazing party hosted by our friend and international bicycle playboy, Navid. Dancing and cavorting till dawn, that's the way we like it!

Plus the fine folks at Dandyhorse created this G-rated bike porn:

Reminds us of a few videos form the past...


Although the crew following following in behind Breezee makes more sense... this girl should probably be concerned that an entire pack of rawdy bike punks is on her tail.

THIS MESSAGE TO REMIND YOU THAT YOU TOO CAN FULFILL YOUR DREAMS OF ACCOMPLISHING ALL YOUR LIFE'S GOALS, PROVIDED YOU DO A HALF-ASS JOB. THANKFULLY WE THINK THE VIDEOS MAKE UP FOR ALL THIS YELLING.

Speaking of unacceptable behavior, we hope to have a delightful update to the terror of the north, the dastardly epic Shame in Toronto soon.

Primero Smut de Mexico

El primero producción de Bike Smut en Ciudad Mexico (D.F.) era fantastico!

Leer hacemos aqui que un person en attendence escriba por que nos.

http://revistacletofilia.com/ciudad/1346-con-la-obscenidad-en-las-ruedas-bike-smut-festival

Bike Smut Festival es una colección de cortos eróticos hechos por ciclistas, donde el mundo de la bicicleta es inspiración y protagonistas de estas obras de la cinematografía contracultural.

Gracias! Queremos muchos ideas de sexo y bici. Y vamos la mundo recoger tod@s!

Detrás del Bike Smut  hay una filosofía de vida radical: hazlo tú mismo. Defienden la autogestión en la movilidad y en un terreno más virgen dentro de la política, la representación de la sexualidad.

Se podría resumir, como dice R. Phil, fundador del festival y quién representó un breve performance durante las proyecciones en Casa Biciteka, “se trata de  tener el control de tu vida en la cama y las calles”.

Did he say that? That doesn't sound like Spanglish...

silhouettes during the show

Una de las propuestas del Bike Smut  es que la gente haga su  propia pornografía, que le transmita placer sobre la sexualidad. La única forma de ver las películas del Bike Smut Festival es acudiendo a las proyecciones. No se distribuye ningún DVD ni se pueden descargar por la red. Así garantizan la privacidad de quienes hacen las películas.

Además de pronunciarse con la propuesta de sacar el porno de la clandestinidad de una sociedad donde se está acostumbrado a consumir imágenes en la soledad de internet, como si de un crimen se tratase, con propuestas como el Bike Smut Festival se reta a la gente a discutir ideas sobre sexualidad.

Smut no solo significa obscenidad, también es un término que usan los ciclistas anglosajones para describir ese tizne de lluvia que levantas con las llantas al pedalear en días lluviosos.

Sin lugar a duda el Bike Smut Festival vino a calentar el naciente movimiento ciclista de la Ciudad de México con lo innovador de su propuesta. El Bike Smut Festival en breve viajará a la Ciudad de Puebla para presentar la selección de cortos que conforman su se

Gracias a la fotographia de http://mexicosexy.tumblr.com

Riding in MeXXXico

After 14 months of planning we have arrived en Mexico! Hay muchas personas radicales aqui!

Tonight is the kickoff of the Terremoto Anniversary! One of our hosts, Oscar described the group as a pragmatic racers. "We dont care if you ride a track bike, mt bike, unicycle, or whatever! If you can keep up with us you are welcome to ride."

 All week long they encourage bikers to join them in riverly in the streets, at the velodrome, at bike polo, playing footdown, etc culminating with a big party Saturday night with Bike Smut! Its the first time we have shown movies in Mexico, so we are making a special program curated from the past 6 years of smutty bike goodness.

Sabado, Nov 17
Central Del Pueblo,  Republica De Nicaragua #15  Colonia Centro
con erotica en la patio tamprano y porno en dentro más tarde

6:30 - ??

Feliz cuplianos, Terremoto! 

Consent Is Sexy - The NSFW Trailer

Perhaps you saw it on Queer Porn Tube already, or maybe someone was Tweeting or FaceCracking about it or maybe you are a regular on FleshBot (they wrote about this a week ago already!), if so this might not be that exciting, but if not hold on for the most graphic and consensual trailer of bike fucking porn you have ever seen!

Active consent is the hallmark of those striving for sex-positivity, but just those terms are seriously challenging. What do those words mean? Moreover who is to define what "sex-positive" is and what is not? Seemingly it is easier to talk about it in similar terms as art, in that "we know it when we see it". The same goes for the opposite, as in Mr. Burns' classic line, "I don't know art, but I know what I hate."

Most porn is attempts to create the insane ideal of easy sex without strings or worry. To appease that most primal, lizard-brain parts of our existence. It is a fantasy but when mass producers of hardcore, "Hi, my name is Dick-In-Your-Ass" porn are the only voices heard, immediate gratification is a nightmare.

This is something we touched on years ago when we first heard about Make Love Not Porn.  We live in a society with a generation of kids whose parents do not want to engage in awkward conversations about sex and whose health programs are under attack by puritanical "abstinence only" sexual fear mongers. Thus these youth are learning about sex from the only available source.

Rather than blame mass produced porn for being mass produced porn, Cindy Gallop wisely decrees our need for more diverse voices to put all these ideas into context. Because there are ways to have sex where you don't rudely shove your phallus up a butthole, then into a mouth to then jizz on their face... but it would seem kids these days might not know they have an alternative to this kind of interaction. Thus the importance of sharing your desires with your lovers and your community! If you want active consent  (and things that go with it like intolerance to rape culture) to be a more common part of your life and the lives of your friends you should share these ideas!

Bike Smut is just one way to get this kind of great ideas into a community, but there are dozens of other site that feature words, pictures, and videos of excellent sex-positive intentions, perfect for learning more about.

Crash Pad Series - inclusive queer porn
Miss Maggie Mayem - radical words to challenge any dogma on sex, drugs
Indie Porn Revolution - artsy, entertaining, all-inclusive, and totally DIY.
Girlfriend Films - mainstream lesbian porn by lesbians for lesbians

Did we miss anything? How about the dick?!? We have noticed a curious lack of homosexual, sex-positive activity out there. We have a delightful plethora of cunt on display at Bike Smut this year and have been trying to get more homosexual activity included in our program. Does anyone out there in the vastness of the nets know of a good website with lots of sex-positive homosexual male action? We don't want to leave anyone out but we have been told that "biking is totally gay" most of our lives, and yet...

Please leave your thoughts and suggestions in the comments below, thanks!

vote with your feet

DO IT IN THE STREET!

Turning TriXXX in New Orleans

You say you love bikes.
You say you love porn.

But you complain that we are not giving these things to your right now...

Hey, Big Easy there fella, there is enough amazing bicycle erotica to go around, but we need your help. We often hear from people like you weeks or even days after a show. "Why didn't you tell me you were putting the fun between your legs!?!?"

We hear it all the time; and that is because some people are still feeling shame about sharing these ideas. For many, it is not (yet) considered casual conversation to inform your extended family-types about the immediacy of radical, DIY porn. Porn that cranks the gears between your ears and your thighs.

We are proud to share such porn with you. We are coming close to you and all you have to do is help ask for it. But until we gather, please let someone you care about know about it.

Saturday, Nov 3rd
NOLA
Mud Lark
1200 Port (at Marais St in St Claude)
8pm, $5
Cheep beer for sale, do not BYO, save it for the afterparty!

Let em know what you think! Don't be afraid to share your most intimate expressions...

Turning TriXXX in Houston

BooYA! About a year ago we were enjoying some terrifying automotive challenges with our previous metal steed, The Oregon Dream (RIP). After a nail clenched trip from NOLA with a overheating thermostat racing 350 miles and adding all manner of coolants to a radiator to make a show where the audience was still waiting with baited breath two hours later.

WHEW!
 
Well we have already suffered thu our fair share of infernal, internal combustion so we will have no problems in the future bringing our bike love to Houston for what could be the final US screening of Bike Smut ever (assuming our Mexican Adventure makes it impossible for us to leave the land of avocados and colorful kitsch)

So, unless San Antonio gets their shit together that is it!

11/5/2012    
Notsuoh    (Houston spelled backwards cause it so crazy!)
314 Main Street    
9pm    $7    21+

One year later: An Obituary and a Discovery

Sitting here in New Orleans, just a few days after our show in Asheville, NC, which was another packed, underground show at Warren Wilson College. I realized it had almost been a year since we made a discovery there that totally transformed 'The Orgasm Trail' tour... Or at least the time we spent in the car. Almost a year later. I think it's was finally time to release what has been aptly named: The Greatest Tape in the World. No irony intended. 

The Oregon dream has died. That white steed with a manual transmission that delivered us from the eastern seaboard, safely around the southern states and eventually to our home of Portland, OR almost a year after we left it, is now gone forever. We have now taken up a new journey with a new vehicle, a maroon giant with a small nose who we fondly call, Babs Johnson. The Oregon Dream's ending was a little tragic, but fairly well timed to say the least, ending it's life just a few weeks before we took off on our next adventure, Tour de TriXXX.

While I do not want to go  into details on The Oregon Dream's tragic end, nor do I want to touch on the occasional misery it caused us on our journey (ahem..). I do want to tell the story of perhaps the biggest gift a car could ever give. The gift of music. I have talked many times about how limitations breed maximum possibilities  and this was definitely one of those times. The Oregon Dream was only equipped with a basic cassette player and radio. A limiting way to entertain ourselves while driving across the country, but we were all pretty excited to find some silly old tapes at thrift stores to create the perfectly eclectic soundtrack to our 'Orgasm Trail Tour'. However, we never expected to discover something so epic. 

The second or third stop on the tour was a show in Asheville, North Carolina, where a lovely house of queers on the Warren Wilson campus had organized a house screening. A few of them had been involved with one of the movies we were screening, so they were extra excited to watch the program. They day after the show, they directed us to the campus free shop, so we could grab a few necessities before we took off again. Inside we found a few useful items, (like the pants that Reverend Phil is still wearing to this day,) but what really caught our eye was a rack full of casette tapes. Grimm and I browsed through the selection and picked out a few goodies. (The Forrest Gump soundtrack contained a ton of great americana, perfectly suited for the road and Louis Prima promised to add a bit of soothing class to those late nights and early mornings.) In our perusing, I stumbled upon a cassette that had no name, just a really interesting cover. On closer inspection, we could see that it was a tape that had been home recorded, with the inner packaging reworked for some personal flair. We assumed that it must be an old mix tape that someone made, so we thought we would take it and see what was on it. Nothing could be lost, it was free, right?

We had to get on the road pretty quick, and didn't give much more thought to the tapes. We had a show in Athens, GA that night and we didn't want to be late. It wasn't until the next day when Grimm and I decided we needed to do a major car rearrange to increase our functionality, that we pulled out our new finds. We decided we should check out the mystery tape first and see what was on it.

By the third song, we were totally entranced. This was no mix tape, but a home recorded tape of all original material, and  calling it 'original' is a bit of an understatement. It was funny, and complex, yet simple and somber all at the same time. A little reminiscent of  The Talking Heads at times, but then switching to melodic folk closer to that of Bonnie 'Prince' Billy. By then end of side one we were pretty sure we had found 'The Greatest Tape in the World.'

The tape was labeled: James A Stewart, Copyright 1995. There was a listing of song titles on the inside, coloured over in a variety of highlighter pens. The cover had been made from a photograph, of what we assume to be the artist, but with hair that looks like flames that he created by scrapping into the emulsion (an technique now lost with the advent of digital. I'm sure instagram will come up with some filter soon, so we can recreate it in the modern age.) 

While we did not get to listen to the whole tape that night, and ended up staying in Athens, GA for quite a few days, our next drive was sure to included an more in-depth look into this fascinating find. I was confident we had stumbled upon something great. The more we listened, the better it got, and one of the best things about the tape, was that it played for almost two hours. The perfect thing for long drives, when most cassettes aren't longer than 40 minutes. When our British tourista, Christopher, joined us, he was immediately sucked in to the wonders of the tape too.

Who was this guy? Where was he from? What was he on? What ever happened to him and his musical career. We tried many google searches looking for answers, but found nothing. We tried searching for song titles and lyrics, and as his name is not unusual, and we had little else to go on, and stil came up with nothing.

The story does not end there. When we got to Tucson, AZ, I knew I had to share the tape with more people than anyone who hopped in 'The Oregon Dream,' with us. This music was too profound to keep to ourselves. Plus, at the rate we were listening to it, I did not want the tape to come to an untimely death. So I decided to digitize it and share it with the world. (I know, sorry, it took a while to get around to it) I thought it would be easy, The track names were written down, so I could just digitize the music, name the tracks and start circulating. However, I soon realized that it would not be that easy. The same number of tracks that were on the tape, as were written down, but it soon became clear they were not written in the same order. Some songs were obviously named, like 'Testing 1-2' he repeats the line a bunch of times, no way would any other track be called that. Same with 'Touch my Disease'. However on the track listing they are written ten tracks apart, where on the tape, they are only 4 tracks apart. (What??? Why??? James A Stewart, what were you thinking???) I then decided to dive deep into the lyrics to try and better identify each song. Releasing this music without thought seemed unfair to someone I could't get consent from, so the least I could do is try to name the tracks right.

The first track I decided must be 'Ska Hops' since it was the only slightly reggae sounding track on the tape. There were however, two bossanova sounding tracks and only one title that made sense, 'Bossa Luva Nova'. When discussing it with Christopher, I had told him I decided to assign 'Astrud G' to one of the instrumental tracks, as it didn't seem to fit anywhere. He told me maybe I should try and google the title as it might mean something that we didn't know about. Sure enough, Astrud Giberto as one of the most famous bossanova recording artists, responsible for making 'The girl from Ipanema' an international hit. So we knew Astrud G must be the other bossanova song, but which was which? Well, one has a line that goes: 'I love you honey, but you're dead' and just like that, we had out answer. 

And then came the question of what to call the thing. The only titling appeared to be his name. However, on the inside of the cover photograph, he wrote this: "Tu Nathan & Mascha A Lovely Day to say Oba' Oba'." I figured it was really the only appropriate title I could give it. So here you have it, for the enjoyment of all our wonderful and strange friends and fans: The Greatest Tape in the World: 'A Lovely Day to Say Oba' Oba'.' I hope it brings you as much pleasure as it brought to us.

Side A
Side B

I will release each track one by one as well. For now, here is my music sleuth, unofficial track listing:

1. Ska Hops
2. Will the Youth Become Useless?
3. Any Which Way
4. Touch My Disease
5. Astrud G
6. Bossa Luva Nova
7. The Man No One Knows
8. Testing 1-2
9. Embergee Na Vay
10.In the Morning
11.R'apple Girl
12.You Tu Me Tu
13.Luna Rouge
14.Girl with a Sex Mex Swirl
15.True to My Deliveries
16.Crawl Space (Improv)
17.A Day to Awaken
18.My Love of Yesterday
19.The Plum Painter
20.The Cough
21.0.5 Pops Boy
22.Sky Cap
23.Full Ah Gollum
24.All that I have (Improv)
25.Jean Jaques Perrey - Gossippo Perpetuo