Smart Sensuality Types Saving Mother Earth, Vanilla Version

Lubna lovers pray that her night in Khartoum’s Omdurman Women’s prison wasn’t too difficult.

Personally, I have spent many sleepless nights these past two months, thinking about Lubna and ‘trouser girls’ everywhere in the world.

While Lubna’s case is a ‘women’s rights’ issue, like most of life it’s embedded in grey matter — conflicting religious values, socio-cultural values, imperialism, colonialism.

Just about every “ism” of one kind or another is woven into the texture of the Lubna Ahmed Hussein case.

Believe me, I know fact this first hand. Embedded in this website, is one of the most ferocious and painful conversations every ‘had’ between two strangers.

Writing about American life this morning, NYTimes columnist Bob Herbert says in “It’s Time to Get Help”, that America is having a nervous breakdown. I say the whole world is having a nervous breakdown.

The causes are many and crisscross every culture, country, religion and gender. The screaming is frightful, and the stakes are high. Information is manipulated and everyone has cotton in our ears. We unplug our hearing channels, only when it’s a message we want to receive.

Otherwise we scream profanities at each other and grab our weapons. If we are men, that is.

For women, the Internet is actually a liberating place for us to misbehave, acting out our own testosterone-rich behavior, trying to cut the digital guts out of other women because it feels so good to attack. The hormonal adrenalin rush is similar to enjoying great sex.

Make no mistake — testosterone is not all bad. I have more than my fair share, but I try to put it to good use, advocating love and sensuality, not war and destroying those who don’t agree with my dogmas. Testosterone goes one of two places in our actions: war and all forms of abuse or good, healthy, mindful sex.

I choose peace and sensuality, and yes, good sex, too.

Researchers confirm that fully 65 percent of us aren’t interested in learning anything new that goes against our current beliefs and values. We are zombies.

Lubna is not a zombie. She is an intelligent, determined, sensual woman. Indeed, Lubna Ahmed Hussein is a Smart Sensuality women, meaning that she combines brains, heart and sensuality. 

At the core of Anne of Carversville is a determination to rehonor the concept of sensuality and to harness it, in some grand scheme, last-ditch effort to save the world. I am totally convinced that men do not have it in their power — or desire — to save us from destruction.

Peace lovers everywhere are surrounded by zealots who want to end the world in one giant flameout that honors the concept of Armageddon. We are not talking a Madonna concert here, where we go home from our adrenalin rush.

We’re talking the end of Mother Earth, the destruction of all beauty and every feminine principle left on the planet.

Male values will destroy Mother Earth and all of us, too. I feel comfortable writing these words, because so many men not only agree with my statement but encourage me to stand my ground, against the men and many women who disagree with me.

It is time for feminine principles to reassert themselves once again in the historical evolution of humankind. The world is having a nervous breakdown, not over imperialism — which has taken hold historically from Alexandria to Rome to Alaska — but over male values.

Do you know that the Torah does not permit a man to hear a woman singing? Her voice is deemed corrupting and irresistable to men.

Woman is a “siren”, or a “prostitute”, as the Islamic men shouted at Lubna and the women of Khartoum yesterday. She must be caged, contained, veiled, bullied and bloodied, as a temptress who is responsible for all that is wrong in a world created largely by men.

It’s time for thinking women and men to come together, around this understanding.

A Smart Sensuality woman or man is a globalist. Her (his) concerns transcend her own country, her own bank account, her religion, the clothes in her closet and the color of her skin.

Smart Sensuality women are threatening to established “isms” everywhere, because they are the world’s only hope to stop this global nervous breakdown.

As the man who called me unspeakable names for days wrote to me privately:

“I would like to apologise for all my aggression and anger towards you, and would sincerely hope that you would find it in your woman’s merciful heart to forgive my every aggressive word against you. For I do believe most women have more tender and merciful hearts than men. “

Actually, there was nothing to forgive, although his conduct to me was awful.

I knew reading his first words that I was the symbol of his anger. Immediately separating him from men who will not allow a woman to sing in so many countries of the world, I let him rage at me, trying to answer and revealing myself in the process. No one is ‘perfect’, least of all me.

From my first ‘burqa’ conversation two months ago, I have revealed my deepest fears. They are not irrational.

I tried to stand my ground with this man, protecting myself, Lubna and all Smart Sensuality women and men everywhere, while knowing that until he blew through his anger, we could not communicate with each other.

It’s not a role that I relish, being called unspeakable names, but I believed that this man and I had calm waters ahead of us, if only we could survive the hurricane winds threatening to drown us.

My lifeboat was capsizing this weekend, but we are all alive.

Let me be clear that in defending myself and Lubna, I articulated equally unspeakable acts taken against me by a good friends, family, a husband and the New York City police department.

I’ve hinted at these events in the pages of Anne of Carversville, leaving clues to my beliefs and experiences but I’ve never screamed them into cyberspace.

Always the Prostitute

In every case, in one form or another — even as a child — I was a ‘prostitute’.

Two weeks ago, decending the subway steps in Park Slope, Brooklyn — wearing a simple grey, flowing halter dress that covered my knees but bared my shoulders, I was figurately called a ‘prostitute’.

Just for the record, there was no cleavage showing.

The man shouted to my companion “You better leave your girlfriend with me. I’ll take her to the mosque for a few days and teach her how to dress properly.” We were astounded at his words, and I shuddered, on the streets of Park Slope, Brooklyn.

I do not kid myself that reconciliation is possible, with the men shouting ‘prostitute’ to Lubna yesterday. Nor is it possible with the women who support those men, and there are many. I doubt that reconciliation is possible with the Muslim man who insulted me in Park Slope, Brooklyn two weeks ago.

Lubna cannot go to prison for no reason. Her march and that of the women in Sudan, who support her, is far more important than only overturning Article 152.

Changing the morality code that arrested 43,000 women in Khartoum last year for “indecency” is a key objective in our efforts. But the real challenge is to let women sing freely around the world. Yes, singing.

I know the anti-singing law is Jewish, but can women sing, where men can hear them, in Islam? I’ll bet not, and I hope that I’m wrong.

In not permitting men to hear women, how do we influence culture, national values and global decision-making? Women don’t.

Of course there are exceptions, and an occasional patriarchal values woman along the way, a woman oppressing another woman.

If most women have “more tender and merciful hearts than men”, as my new friend wrote yesterday, than how do we influence the men who run our countries and make the big decisions in life? If I must ask my husband’s permission to open the door of my house, to walk outside onto the street, am I not subhuman?

If after being attacked multiple times, by many men in Pakistan, I am expected to kill myself to retain the honor of my family, am I not subhuman.

No, we are not subhuman, but we are ‘prostitutes’.

The Smart Sensuality Mission …

Writing about Lubna and her trousers; knowing that I, too, am a ‘prostitute’ and a siren; receiving such an emotional and kind message from the man who verbally assaulted me over the weekend; hearing from women in Sweden, England, and Italy yesterday to “keep going, Anne” gave me strength these past few days.

For once, I was part of a male-dominated tag team yesterday that I value.

Our relay began yesterday morning, with a man sitting in Lubna’s courtroom in Khartoum to a man, where information was sent to a man working in an office in the Middle East for translation, and then onto my Blackberry at 3am here in New York, where it was posted on Anne of Carversville, Facebook and Twitter in five minutes.

From there, the words returned to Khartoum via Twitter, where the person who sent it read it in Lubna’s courtroom, knowing that my part of the mission was in play and accomplished.

“Nice goin’ Anne,” these men wrote me. Our mission does not divide men and women. But it does rally us around a different set of female-centric principles.

 … Is A Global Mission

We will print today or tomorrow an interview with Lubna, coming out of Egypt. Being a woman who “flees” from IM most days, I was intercepted yesterday on Facebook by one of our readers. She is Egyptian woman and shares my intellectual and emotional perspective.

She, too , is a Smart Sensuality woman.

My new friend is translating for Egypt, a piece I wrote over the weekend, over in Smart Sensuality “Beyond the Veil: The Intersection of Sensuality, Culturally Appropriate & Women’s Rights.”

The commentary on the article is written by a Smart Sensuality woman in Sweden. Cool — America, Sweden and Egypt. I like it.

Lubna has invited us all to come together on the subject of laws that repress women. As she says, the tradition of smart, courageous, activist women is strong in Sudan. Let Lubna and Sudanese women be the ones to ignite this torch then.

When I get up in the morning, one article still shines above all the rest, as if Anne of Carversville and I personally, have a “patron saint” looking over us.

Actually they are a couple. They are such a strange combo, strange “philanthropy bedfellows” I call them, you would never believe that they would get together in life.

The article that gains strength every day on A of C is: Shakira & Howard Buffett: Attached at the Hip Philanthropy Bedfellows. Like a beacon, these two figures are there for me, and I honor their efforts every day.

Shakira is also a ‘prostitute’, like Lubna and myself. But Smarty Pants guy Howard Buffett, son of one of America’s most successful capitlists (who has given his money to Smart Pants guy Bill Gates), who is also trying to keep the world from self-destructing, gave $100 million of his Howard Buffett foundation’s money to our patron saint Smart Sensuality, Smarty Pants woman, the She-Wolf ‘prostitute’ Shakira.

Hopefully, I haven’t lost you here.

Anne of Carversville is an interlocking puzzle of my vision of how we make some progress in not destroying the world. I was accused this weekend of trying to ‘save’ Muslim women. I’m not. I’m trying to save Smart Sensuality people, dying when fundamentalism blows up the world, because we heathens don’t deserve to live in it.

Ten years ago I made a presentation to a client that Armageddon is serious business. Today, I find this fact to be more threatening than ever.  Trust me, I was not making some right-wing, anti-religious presentation in Atlanta.

I advised my client that the rampant materialism of America would implode in the coming years, that the male-dominated Modern values acquisition race — saying that s(he) who has the most toys wins the international game of diplomatic and political chess — would kill us all, together with religious zealots.

If these two groups just blew each other up, the whole world might be a better place.

Unfortunately, when the fighting starts — or the fireball comes — it doesn’t save Smart Sensuality people. Life is one giant “bye bye” for us all.

I don’t mean to get so lofty on you, when you haven’t even finished drinking your morning coffee, but the Lubna Hussein case is actually about the future of civilization.

Sorry guys, especially CNN who decided that Lubna was nothing more than a ‘tight pants’ and ‘sheer blouse’ story, Western media headlines designed to sell more eyeballs at CNN.

Things must really be bad at CNN, when a major media organization stoops so low to attract readers, distorting the reality of women’s issues to sell web viewers products.

Trust me, it’s not women who are the ‘prostitutes’. It’s the male-dominated, patriarchal values that use women as fodder to sell everything from serious news events to munitions.

Lubna Hussein, Shakira and Anne can run with wolves. We play the patriarchal game pretty well, because we have guts.

We “too smart for our britches women” know that testosterone, channeled effectively, is our ownly hope going forward.

Smart Sensuality women and Smarty Pants (in honor of Lubna’s trousers) men and women are my hope of how do get us out of this monumental, life-on-earth-as-we-know-it, global meltdown.

Smart Pants people have the money and the international network to move these big ideas. They may be capitalists — Nobel winner Grameen Fund founder Muhummad Yunus is a capitalist — but they are neocapitalists or new capitalists.

Even Howard Buffett says it may be too late for mankind to save ourselves.

For sure, traditional patriarchal values will lead us into the abyss. And we’re not going to heaven, my friends. It will be hell for sure. I don’t believe that any supreme being or spiritual force of integrity in the universe, honors the destruction of life on our planet and the murderous butchering of the world’s women.

The killing must stop.

Lubna Ahmed Hussein has brought people together internationally, as no other event in recent history. Everywhere, we are reaching out to each other — strange bedfellows all of us — grabbing each other’s hands.

Anne of Carversville now has two muses — two patron saints that guide us. One is Shakira, and the second is Lubna Ahmed Hussein.

I was accused over the weekend by a Muslim woman of being totally dogmatic in my views. She is right; I am absolutely committed to the viewpoint that I have articulated this morning. there’s not a lot of time let, and I don’t intend to use mine arguing with people who don’t share my objectives.

Mental masturbation is of no interest to me.

Unlike the men and women who assault Lubna — and on a much smaller scale myself — I do not speak the mental masturbation language.  I was so upset that hate and unspeakable profanity and rage had entered Anne of Carversville, which is a peaceful and beautiful place.

Zealots blow up temples. Beauty disturbs them.

These women did motivate me, however, telling me that I’m a joke of a human being.

Sorry ladies, I know the tactics. You’re talking to a second wave feminist here — an original one - well not Gloria Steinem. I’m not in that age bracket.

Many people have asked me to pull back. “You’re pitting men and women against each other, Anne”, they’ve said. I am not. This is my perspective:

Coming out of the second wave of feminism, I saw my ideals encompassed in a larger discussion around race and economics.  Second-wave feminism was largley co-opted by sexual gender-identity politics in America and male-dominated global economics around imperialism on the international scene.

This movement has failed miserably and the world it about to self-descruct. The men have had time to make their case. Now it is women’s turn.

I am only interested now, in principles advanced by Shakira and Lubna. They don’t divide men and women: they put compassion, educating children, and a long list of never-discussed female principles first.

These ideas are the only ones that will be embraced here.

There a million websites promoting hate and patriarchal values on the Internet. To the best of my knowledge, there is presently only one Anne of Carversville.

Smart Sensuality people are entitled to have one website on the Inernet that remains true to a female vision of the best way to live our lives. This website, with the major funding that is coming its way soon, intends to “sell” female principles to the world.

Our principles are sensual; they are smart; they are caring.

Like Lubna, I am a “prostitute”. You can put it on my tombstone. This is fight to the finish. The fighters will blow up the world, or female principles will triumph. The future is totally clear to me.

I have taken off my rose-colored glases. This is a fight to the finish, and it’s worth it for the world’s children. Anne

Note: this article will be revised in the next hour. Our traffic blows wide open at 10am. It’s 9:57 am, New York time. In honor of Lubna, it’s time to hit the upload button. A second version with photos and videos will be added to my journal today. This “vanilla’ version is suitable for viewing anywhere in the world.