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I know nothing of her, and this seems to be the sole painting by her in public ownership.Sadly, it seems the latter can also be said of Emmy Bridgwater, who is the odd girl out here, by virtue both of her style – anything but cool Deco – and of her role in the Birmingham Surrealist group, usefully chronicled in the catalogue to the 2001 Surrealism in Birmingham show.I was a little disappointed when I learned it was actually written by a woman.I was sure “J” was a Jacob or Jeremiah since they seemed to know their way around the male equipment a tad too well.Now she is not talking about the type of sexual epiphany some of you may have had in a Sears bathroom… As a boy I would skip past the boring sections in (for example, the section that discussed female self-gratification (turn the page! ) and the chapters that taught women how to fake an orgasm ‘to make their man happy’ and where J explained why women must wear makeup to bed) and study with great interest the best part of the book: J’s It was here, in the pages of J’s book that I learned that whipped cream can be more fun when smeared on a partner’s fun bits than dabbled on lime Jell-o and how to stimulate a man’s genitals both manually (“using both hands”) and orally (“watch you do not bite your man”) until, as J promised, he literally “went wild.” In fact, a few years later when I had my first same-sex encounter, I remembered J’s book and, to hide my inexperience and clumsiness, I used her infamous “butterfly flick” technique – with great success, I may add.
(Having said that, Remy similarly dismisses John Armstrong, which is absurd.) Both Edward Baird and James Cowie usually ploughed more orthodox furrows, but were clearly seduced by the still-lives-in-low-horizon-seascapes of Edward Wadsworth.
And though obviously did not get into the finer details of sex between men, it did give me a starting point chocked full of the good information this young gay boy was craving.
In later years, “J” would come to be unveiled as female writer, Joan Garrity.
Most are not often seen on the walls, and some never.
They would make a good roomful, and a nice change from all those dull Georgian worthies and Victorian farm girls.