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-----------------------------Power to the Peoplemover
----------------------"The On-line Voice of the Bus Rider"
-----------------------------Issue 4.0 "The Sex Issue"



++++++From the Minister Altair-Five

      Greetings Komrades and welcome to the Sex issue of Power to the
Peoplemover, the on-bus E-zine and voice of bus riding revolutionaries
everywhere.  After many study sessions and meetings with our worker's
councils, the Peoplemover Kollective has decided to proclaim 1994
the "Dawn of Un-ending Pleasure".  With this in mind, Komrade Porter
Hall and the Minister Altair-Five have put together an on-line issue
devoted to sex.  It is the Kollective's interest to mobilize a force of
pleasure liberators, riding the buses, smashing car driving counter-
revolutionaries and, frankly, just "gettin' down" with the people.
Speaking of people, the Kollective is proud to welcome aboard Komrade
Cin D. Lite - the bourgeoisie better watch out when this bus-riding
Komrade arrives!
     Contact the Peoplemover Kollective by writing the Minister Altair-Five
at [e-mail] - or by writing -
Altair-Five
P.O. Box 232741
Leucadia, CA 92023
     Ariticles and letters are welcome.  A hard copy of this zine complete with
illustrations can be obtained by sending a SASE with 52 cents postage to
the address above.  Bus on!  Luv on!


+++++++A Bus Trilogy (in one part) Strawberry Fields Forever:

By Komrade Cin D. Lite

     They caught the #41 bus on La Jolla Drive to campus every other
day, to make their 9 o'clock class.  She couldn't help noticing him
even though he stood behind the bus shelter and seemed to be studying
the ground constantly.  Sometimes her roommate or a friend in the com-
plex would wait with her and she'd forget about him, but usually her
heart was already beating heavily beneath her crisp blouse by the time
she'd reached the intersection.  She'd find herself scanning the sparse
gathering, hoping to see his slouched presence there on the grassy
knoll.
     She never made an attempt to speak to him, and would avoid sitting
near him even if there was an empty space.  She didn't think she could
handle the further reality of his presence in her life.  Then one morn-
ing she was running late, crossed the intersection on the yellow light,
and entered the bus at the end of the line.  She was flustered and
distracted, thinking she would have to stand in the center aisle the
half mile to campus, squeezing against knees when the handful of people
exited at the VA Hospital.  But she spotted an opening on the dark tur-
quoise cushion and swung around to sit.  As soon as her body hit the
seat she looked up and her eyes met the mysterious stranger of her dreams.
Time stood still and she swallowed hard not knowing if her voice would
crack if she tired to say hello.  Instead she lowered her face and
adjusted her knapsak between her knees.
     He eyes travelled to the floor.  What kind of shoes did he wear?
She was never that close to him before.  They were nondescript, heavy and
dark.  Her eyes crawled up his legs, dark pants -- again no clue to the
individual beneath the fabric.  The bus stopped and she automatically
looked to the left but slid to the right.  her thigh was now touching his.
She could hear her heart pounding in her ears.  She couldn't believe the
adrenalin rushing through her veins, but she didn't move away and neither
did he.  There were only two stops left before they would get off the bus.
What should she do?  Everything was happening so fast and it would be over
before she could decide!
     A half dozen more people came on at the Elephant Bar stop.  They were
cramming into her knees and stepping on her toes.  She lifted her knap-
sack and placed it on her lap with her right hand underneath.  If she
moved it slightly further to the right it would be touching his thigh.
She moved, and it did.  The bumping of the bus made her hand move against
the fabric.  She straightened one finger and pressed down.  Would he even
feel her attempt to connect with him?  Maybe he'd only feel the hair rub-
bing against the pants and never know it was her.  She was confused and
warm and deflated.
     Her fingers slowly curled back under her pack.  She took a deep breath
and shut her eyes.  One more left hand turn and a stop, then she'd be off
this bus and could walk straight to her lecture.  This would be over and
her life would go back to normal.
     Later during the lecture, she pulled out the schedule for the 34A bus.
It made a longer loop but maybe it would be better.  She'd try it tomorrow.



+++++++Cruisin', bus ridin' and all-round bitchin'

by Komrade P. Hall

     I'm writing this letter which to me is interesting if you like to
know about cruisin', bus ridin' and all-round bitchin'.  My ex-boyfriend
and I are in this gang.  They're real nice, as nice as you and me, I
guess.  We like to hang around bus transfer points, to meet new acquain-
tances and to score guys.  I used to love him a lot, but we broke up.  I
wonder if when he reads this story, he'll get the message.
     One night we had just gotten back from Fashion Valley where me and my
girlfriends go all the time to get our twelve-packs of beer, and what have
you, and I decided that I was going to get pretty fucking horny if I didn't
get somebody soon.  So these dudes get off the 41 as soon as we were getting
out of the mall, and all of us started moving our asses to see if we could
get something going with them.
      I guess one of the dude's friends dared for one of them to come up to
us, and he did, and he's the dude I'm going with.  Man, just the way he said
"hi, which bus you waitin' for?" was enough to get my pussy all wet!  So
they all came over and my friends like to get a little friendly, but I guess
they knew what to do.  So we went into the mall to get some more alcohol
and papers and headed after them on the 6 west (to Point Loma).  Well they
got off, and I guess we did too at the bus stop underneath the I-5 where
everybody goes to drink and I guess to make out, like all of us did that
night.  We all just hung out there and quickly we all got our cock-hungry
pussies off and just waited to see who would make the first move.  Well,
we were all started up and introduced all of us, and we were all just
bitchin' and flirtin' with everybody.  It was a shame.  I know we could
have made a bad orgy that night which was just right.  The stars were
shining.  The Columbian was just rising up to touch the stars (which is
fucking expensive).
     My dude was afraid that night, because he said he wanted to get home
with his cock.  I told him not to worry, and I licked and sucked all of
his delicious sperm, which tastes all right with Budweiser.  But I can
tell you his cock is the best, because he knew how to use it that night.
     I would like to say hello to my ex-boyfriend out there, whoever you're
with, because you don't have what this fucker has - a seven-and-a-half,
which is better than your five.  I know I'm mean, but when you see some-
thing better, take it or you'll never see it again.  My present boyfriend
takes me everywhere on the bus which is better than you and your lousy
Honda Civic.  We've taken the 4 all the way to Lemon Grove and he ate my
pussy the whole way.
      Well I could go on, but I won't right at the moment, because he's
rolling up a fat joint of hell knows what.  Right now I have to go down
on this dude's cock, which is about to explode unless somebody doesn't
get to it.  I wouldn't let any other chick get her lips around it.  Your
E-zine is super, and he likes to read all those articles about riding
the bus.



+++++++Situation Fuck Unplugged!

by Komrade Pompadour Friction

          "I Promise you that I will disband the Army and
           the Navy and channel the entire defense budget
           into setting up sexual adjustment centers throughout
           the United States.  And I promise you further that
           the psychic energy generated in these centers
           will turn any and all prospective enemies into
           friends, into 'intimate' friends, as other nations
           follow our shining example
           'control buttons to the People'"

           -William Burroughs

     This transmission will have to be considered preliminary at best.
marred as it is by the reporter's lack of familiarity with the local
language, inadequate exposure to media, and quite possibly, unexamined
cultural biases.  Nonetheless, certain tentative patterns emerge from
about a week of late night TV viewing in Japan.  With respect to American
TV, there is less violence and more sex.  Nudity, within certain
constraints, is not taboo, although it has not lost its erotic implications,
nor its effectiveness as a sales gimmick.  Breasts are no problem.  Genitals
appear to be more carefully regulated - there is no pubic hair shown although
vaginal lips were briefly observed in a scene of a woman masturbating through
a swimsuit.  This was perhaps an oversight on the part of the editors as
no other genital exposure was noted during the course of the (admittedly
brief) study.  Also exceptional are coitus scenes; during the first night of
TV viewing a short fucking sequence (approximately 30 seconds in duration)
appeared at the end of a segment of what might be the Japanese equivalent of
The Dating Game.  The difference here is that in addition to answering the
young man's questions, the three women under interrogation also lifted their
dresses to expose their thighs for contemplation.  The fucking sequence
mentioned above may well have been a case of beginner's luck, as no further
coitus scenes were seen during the study.  It is also worth noting that
although the scene (three different couples were shown in different pos-
itions) left precious little to the imagination, the points of genital
contact were obscured by tasteful digital editing - in one case by a smearing
effect, and in the other two, with quantization, so that little floating
blocks were seen in the area in question.
     This effect was also used in one of the porno magazines I examined at
a convenience store called Lawsons' (see appendix below) in which the penis
of a man receiving fellatio was similarly quantized.  Lawsons' is basically
the equivalent of Amerika's 7-11 stores, so there is scant kowtowing to
fundamentalist prudes here in Japan, apparently.
     Another observation is that few of the sex scenes (basically examples
of female nudity) are unmediated.  Context (or pretext) is almost always
provided, no matter how remote or non-sequitur.  Most of the sightings
occur during game shows or panel discussions.  One instance involved a
scientist giving a lecture on correct female proportions, first using
diagrams, but ultimately requiring a female participant to remove her
upper garments so that he could measure the distance between breasts
(nipple to nipple), breast to navel, and breast to waist, and, one pre-
sumes, pronouncing her a good specimen.  In another, a panel of men and
women were discussing lingerie, complete with torso mannequinsartists.  The
mannequins enabled panel members to fondle lingerie in a more realistic
manner.  The discussion itself was conducted in utter seriousness with no
leering or other detectable visual artifacts.  Hard science.  Cut to a
scene of women dancing in a disco wearing precisely the lingerie discussed
above.
     Some of the pretexts are more highbrow.  There was a documentary on
artists sketching (of course) female nudes.  Although the artists were
clearly serious about their work (the art itself was representational and
straightforward, basically Norman Rockwell with tits), camera zooms on the
breasts and thigh areas of the models revealed other intentions beyond
educating the public.
     One surprising pattern was that of group activity. Five women took
turns performing mildly erotic acts. First, each in turn had her kimono adjusted by another woman to reveal a bare shoulder. Next, each licked
(or in one case ate) a cherry in a very provocative manner. Finally each
had her bikini top removed with her back to the audience (no breasts
exposed on this occasion). This took place on a sports show. Another
sports show had a yoga expert demonstrate various positions to women
dressed somewhat minimally whose attempts at the positions were
accordingly more revealing.
     Although the general tone of these exhibitions seems to be
humorous, rather than lewd, there were a few scenes which were
more overtly of humorous intent. One was a short clip of a reclining
topless woman who is transformed into a sundae with the addition
of sliced fruit and whipped cream (applied directly to the breasts).
Another was an on site foot-fetish interview. The male interviewer would
stop women in the street and if they permitted, would rub his finger on
their bare foot and then smell the finger (or in one instance, lick it).
     One final important point is that the erotic content of late night TV
seems linked to advertising strategies. Specifically, after a particularly
"hot" program scene, the viewer is subjected to at least twice the
usual number of commercials. Perhaps mild sexual arousal increases
receptivity to "buy" messages. This may be the one aspect to perhaps
interest American television to consider the potential advantages
of the Japanese model.

- Reported by Pompadour Friction

APPENDIX:

Symbolizing the 3 F philosophy in which we aim
at discovering every need in daily life and emitting a
base of creation and suggestions of new life, this mark
consists of three forms with free strokes. The round
shape of the "Circle Green" which gives a feeling of
warmth represents the earth fostering us and a solidarity ring
combining the new lifestyle of people who are increasingly
becoming sensible with local communities to support the
people's happy and healthy lives.  The bright heart of "Heart
Red" represents information-emitting energy, indespensible
for today's convenience stores and the "service mind for rich
lives". The bright start of "Star Blue" represents the 3 F
attitude of trying to materialize a peaceful and
affluent future. When today's life style exists free from
uniform patterns, our store itself is a message for the
people of a new kind. Thus, as the core of the message, this
mark symbolizes the spirit of 3 F rendering thoughtful service.

- Philosophy of Lawsons, a chain convenience store..