04 Aug 2010
By Angela Weißköppel, Anika Keinz, Anna Voswinckel, Antje Höhne
Thinking about a new femzine issue, we came up with the idea of "crossing_passing" and soon realized the different thoughts each of us had, thinking about these words
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we came to such a pretty pass
04 Aug 2010
By Kristin Meyer
passing a cross crossing a pass, searching the passport...
By the end of the 1980s, Socialist Romania was a locked-in country pretending to be self sufficient. Some people believed it. Most of them tried not to think about it. And the rest kept sane by oxygenating their secret lives with bootlegged whiskey and Tina Turner tapes.
I confess that at that time examining the movement of hands and arms was one of my daily default activities, running somewhere in the background of every conversation or metro ride. I wasn’t impressed with prominent veins, I wasn’t interested in the color of the polished nails, I wasn’t trying to find hypotheses for green finger tips. Why and how they looked didn’t touch me much. With those impressions in mind, I would return home, look at the turn-of-the-century building from across the street, and imagine stories about each window that still had the light switched on late at night. My stories were a collection of hands and windows.
From cabbage to the hole - what words did our grandmothers use and why a school nurse in Lithuania is still incapable of even whispering ‘vagina’?
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My Grandmothers, My Body, Myself
04 Aug 2010
By Maya Gill
How I discovered that choosing whether or not to have children involves a lot more than just me. Or rather: how I discovered that me is a lot more than I thought.
Make yourself a radioactive instant soup and look inside out. Inside - a barrel of monkeys; outside - three beggars.
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Feminist knowledge and action: the personal is political
04 Aug 2010
By Bettina Engels
Book Review Wendy Harcourt: Body Politics in Development. Critical Debates in Gender and Development. London: Zed Books 2009
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Pokusy vést samomluvy jednoho nehmotné tělo
04 Aug 2010
By AH
Attempts of an immaterial body to soliloquise
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Old Women’s Democracy
04 Aug 2010
By Nicole Doerr
More than once I note in discussions that the mentioning of the association “old women” creates strong (at best ambivalent) reactions. Curious about old women, I try to combine familiar observations with a distance-look at the unfamiliar case of old women creating radical democracies. When old women dream of creating communes giving themselves names such as "the Babayagas" or "the Olgas ", they also invent novel relationships in democracy, and that’s why they are so contested. But their example shows forms of solidarity that are neither ancestoral nor based on a national patriarchal welfare system and family support.
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Panel Paintings
04 Aug 2010
By Lucia Polansky
Two dynamic poles… OR what knives on a panel are looking for and temporarily seem to have found…
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Lotus
04 Aug 2010
By aw
Graphic meets lyric. A poem inspired by Lucia Polansky’s „Panel paintings“.
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Refusing Genealogy
04 Aug 2010
By AV
The decision is mine: I'm the end of the family line.
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eye-catcher
04 Aug 2010
By Kathrin Franke
Lake Balaton. A couple on holidays. He takes pictures of her. She smiles. A perfect façade, till ...
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Conflict cross the path of the resistance: what, can we?
04 Aug 2010
By dw
In the world things can break with equal passion as they are fused together and politics are most powerful when they are passionate, born from strong bonds between people who live, breath and touch the same desire, if only for a time. This piece is detritus, a rupture of that connective passion - or a response to it. It is about division and the impossibility of coming together (if only for a time). That time knows no measurement - we may isolate where it begins, but not where it ends. This is the mystery of history, of where we are now.
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Thinking about a new femzine issue, we came up with the idea of "crossing_passing" and soon realized the different thoughts each of us had, thinking about these words 
passing a cross
By the end of the 1980s, Socialist Romania was a locked-in country pretending to be self sufficient. Some people believed it. Most of them tried not to think about it. And the rest kept sane by oxygenating their secret lives with bootlegged whiskey and Tina Turner tapes.
From cabbage to the hole - what words did our grandmothers use and why a school nurse in Lithuania is still incapable of even whispering ‘vagina’?
How I discovered that choosing whether or not to have children involves a lot more than just me. Or rather: how I discovered that me is a lot more than I thought.
Make yourself a radioactive instant soup and look inside out. Inside - a barrel of monkeys; outside - three beggars. 
Attempts of an immaterial body to soliloquise 
More than once I note in discussions that the mentioning of the association “old women” creates strong (at best ambivalent) reactions. Curious about old women, I try to combine familiar observations with a distance-look at the unfamiliar case of old women creating radical democracies. When old women dream of creating communes giving themselves names such as "the Babayagas" or "the Olgas ", they also invent novel relationships in democracy, and that’s why they are so contested. But their example shows forms of solidarity that are neither ancestoral nor based on a national patriarchal welfare system and family support. 
Two dynamic poles… OR what knives on a panel are looking for and temporarily seem to have found… 
Graphic meets lyric.
The decision is mine: I'm the end of the family line.
Lake Balaton. A couple on holidays. He takes pictures of her. She smiles. 
