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Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Choosing Porn for Couples
So, you and your lover have decided to take the plunge and try watching porn together. Maybe you're looking for educational purposes (new positions) or maybe she's into chicks or watching or just curious, or bored or you wouldn't have it any other way. In any case, you are at Ye Olde Porn Superstore or Pleasure Palace or online, and you notice Hot Ass #27--9 hours of Hot Ass Sex is $39.99,and so is Possessions, directed by Andrew Blake which is 116 minutes. Sure, Possessions looks better, but... nine hours is seven and a half hours more...
But Hot Ass #27 is going to be seven and a half hours more of...tit enlargement scars, ass zits, scenes so badly lit all the skin is green and other gross stuff that chicks just don't want to look at. Not only will she be sickened, but she'll think all men are pigs or worse, "oh god, my guy is a pig."
Now if you buy anything by Andrew Blake or anything by Vivid Video, it may have an actual plot--sure they're dumb, but it does help break the ice--but if she's turned on enough by the video, believe me, you are not going to be watching more than fifteen minutes at a time anyway...it'll last...
To see more simple rules of couples porn video enjoyment, click on the title of this entry. For more suggestions of porn for women, click here.
But Hot Ass #27 is going to be seven and a half hours more of...tit enlargement scars, ass zits, scenes so badly lit all the skin is green and other gross stuff that chicks just don't want to look at. Not only will she be sickened, but she'll think all men are pigs or worse, "oh god, my guy is a pig."
Now if you buy anything by Andrew Blake or anything by Vivid Video, it may have an actual plot--sure they're dumb, but it does help break the ice--but if she's turned on enough by the video, believe me, you are not going to be watching more than fifteen minutes at a time anyway...it'll last...
To see more simple rules of couples porn video enjoyment, click on the title of this entry. For more suggestions of porn for women, click here.
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
So obvious,...
| Erotic Thriller |
 You've made your own rules in life - and sometimes that catches up with you. Winding a web of deceit comes naturally, and no one really knows the true you. Your best movie matches: Swimming Pool, Unfaithful, The Crush |
So obvious, why bother?
Tuesday, June 6, 2006
Yes, but is it art?
For my next art project, I am going to buy four of these paint by numbers kits
And paint each one of them a different wrong way (if one is supposed to be brown, I'll make it pink, in the next, the one that's supposed to be brown will be blue, etc.) and put them all together on my wall.
Too bad I didn't think of it for 666 day. Man, how should I celebrate 666 day?
And paint each one of them a different wrong way (if one is supposed to be brown, I'll make it pink, in the next, the one that's supposed to be brown will be blue, etc.) and put them all together on my wall.
Too bad I didn't think of it for 666 day. Man, how should I celebrate 666 day?
Monday, June 5, 2006
How COULD HE? SHE? THEY?
I was thinking of closing out this blog and my myspace blog today--generally committing blogicide--when I saw this:
FREE RENT PLUS ADULT AGREEMENT
Reply to: Dennis14th@aol.com
Date: 2006-06-05, 3:52AM EDT
I have a friend who has done this and now in a mutual agreed relationship with a person that is benefiting from their arrangement. I have a decent size room in Staten Island that Is a great bedroom. I don't need the rent but being busy, I find it hard to socialize nor do I have a girlfriend. I am offering a femenine girl this room in exchange for her upmost generosity (which would be sexual) . I am out of town a lot and work all hours. this is also a house and not an apartment. so if you think this is you, then lets help each other out. Everything is included. please attach a photo with your responses and if you have any questions please feel free to ask. Serious responses only and uptight nerdy people who have nothing better to do then to get into other peoples business don't waste your time, I don't care.
* yes -- cats are OK - purrr
* this is in or around Staten Island
* no -- it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
168088268
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Birthday weekend
Well, to be honest, it started out with a fight between me and my boyfriend. It was my first husband who noticed that I pick fights when I'm very horny, and I had been all week. So, on Friday night, I picked a fight, went home and cried myself to sleep. Out of horniness.
The next morning, I was still upset, and thought of cancelling thedinner with my boyfriend, my best old friend and his fiance, the coolest couple on staten island, and my pal from 23rd Mandalation. But somehow, I got myself together by telling myself I would have fun shopping for a special vintage outfit for the dinner. Telling myself I would find a pencil skirt in zebra stripes got me in a party mood.
Unfortunately, there wasn't one at the store...I ended up with a rock'n'roll princess outfit consisting of a black lace shawl, a halter top with a glittery skull on it, and a floor length taffeta skirt. I called my boyfriend to pick me up at the Everything Goes store, and went home where he took care of that little problem I mentioned before.
The next thing we knew, it was time to go into the city--I forgot my mascara, bought some at the Duane Reade, after standing in a long line and watching two Japanese ladies put away candy they wanted to buy, but were not going to because of the line. They should've kept it, because, basically, we were out the door before they were.
The boyfriend bought me a gold bracelet from a street vendor, and then we headed over to L'Annam, a Vietnamese restaurant. I had only been to their old location on 27th St., which I think I mostly enjoyed because their menu was in such broken English: besides, it featured Grandma Special Recipe Stew, which I think was made of grandmas. The new place had no a/c, the waitrons kept bringing us the wrong food, and finally picked up the tip before we left the table.
All of my friends, new and old, internet and bar buds, got along great. No, one had met each other before. My best friend's fiancee rolfed my arm at the table. We talked about Wonder Woman and her evil Panzer villain, Charles's upcoming play reading (it's his play being read, not him reading someone else's), Opus Dei, my friend Paranoidave who I left behind in Pittsburgh. Paranoidave was a paranoid schizophrenic who was afraid of black helicopters, George H.W. Bush, white vans and yellow trucks. It was Charles who said it sounded like Paranoid Lucky Charms "black helicopters, white vans, yellow trucks...mmmm...psychotically delicious!"
Afterward we went for egg creams, and finally beer at Otto's Shrunken Head, a tiki bar--and basically my favorite bar in the city. They were having the "midnight hop" The Rockin' 69's a rockabilly band was playing. We were all a little afraid because 1) the bass player had no ass, and was humping his upright bass 2) there were about 15 women there dressed as Betty Page. I had to ask one of them why. The answer made me cringe: "It's the look of the scene I guess." You know the scene has gone down hill when even the artsy kids can't think for themselves.
My gifts were an ameri-bear, Holy Blood Holy Grail, books by Lloyd Alexander, and an air conditioner.
Sunday night, the boyfriend and I drank, and hung out with sailors (it's fleet week) and people playing "Journey" on the juke at the Side Street Saloon.
Monday the boyfriend picked me up that air conditioner I mentioned earlier, and had dinner with his brother and his family.
There was so much more to the weekend. It was so great, I want to get a tattoo to remember it all by.
The next morning, I was still upset, and thought of cancelling thedinner with my boyfriend, my best old friend and his fiance, the coolest couple on staten island, and my pal from 23rd Mandalation. But somehow, I got myself together by telling myself I would have fun shopping for a special vintage outfit for the dinner. Telling myself I would find a pencil skirt in zebra stripes got me in a party mood.
Unfortunately, there wasn't one at the store...I ended up with a rock'n'roll princess outfit consisting of a black lace shawl, a halter top with a glittery skull on it, and a floor length taffeta skirt. I called my boyfriend to pick me up at the Everything Goes store, and went home where he took care of that little problem I mentioned before.
The next thing we knew, it was time to go into the city--I forgot my mascara, bought some at the Duane Reade, after standing in a long line and watching two Japanese ladies put away candy they wanted to buy, but were not going to because of the line. They should've kept it, because, basically, we were out the door before they were.
The boyfriend bought me a gold bracelet from a street vendor, and then we headed over to L'Annam, a Vietnamese restaurant. I had only been to their old location on 27th St., which I think I mostly enjoyed because their menu was in such broken English: besides, it featured Grandma Special Recipe Stew, which I think was made of grandmas. The new place had no a/c, the waitrons kept bringing us the wrong food, and finally picked up the tip before we left the table.
All of my friends, new and old, internet and bar buds, got along great. No, one had met each other before. My best friend's fiancee rolfed my arm at the table. We talked about Wonder Woman and her evil Panzer villain, Charles's upcoming play reading (it's his play being read, not him reading someone else's), Opus Dei, my friend Paranoidave who I left behind in Pittsburgh. Paranoidave was a paranoid schizophrenic who was afraid of black helicopters, George H.W. Bush, white vans and yellow trucks. It was Charles who said it sounded like Paranoid Lucky Charms "black helicopters, white vans, yellow trucks...mmmm...psychotically delicious!"
Afterward we went for egg creams, and finally beer at Otto's Shrunken Head, a tiki bar--and basically my favorite bar in the city. They were having the "midnight hop" The Rockin' 69's a rockabilly band was playing. We were all a little afraid because 1) the bass player had no ass, and was humping his upright bass 2) there were about 15 women there dressed as Betty Page. I had to ask one of them why. The answer made me cringe: "It's the look of the scene I guess." You know the scene has gone down hill when even the artsy kids can't think for themselves.
My gifts were an ameri-bear, Holy Blood Holy Grail, books by Lloyd Alexander, and an air conditioner.
Sunday night, the boyfriend and I drank, and hung out with sailors (it's fleet week) and people playing "Journey" on the juke at the Side Street Saloon.
Monday the boyfriend picked me up that air conditioner I mentioned earlier, and had dinner with his brother and his family.
There was so much more to the weekend. It was so great, I want to get a tattoo to remember it all by.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
My Heroes
I know a lot of people think that this blog is me, but that's just like saying a writer's magazine articles are him. To bring us back to reality, here is a list of my heroes. I hope you enjoy.
This is by chronological order. I don't think that anyone has been completely de-heroed, just gained or lost importance over time.
1. My dad.
2.Anyone who had a painting at MOMA
3.Laura Ingalls Wilder (the writer, not the TV character
4.The financial analyst on WBZ news around 1981. (He was just so smart!)
5.
Constantin Brancusi
6.
7. John Lennon
7.
Dennis O'Neil, because he took Batman who sold Wonderbread and made him an instrument of vengeance.
8. Alfred North Whitehead, educator
9. Edward Bellamy, utopian
10.
Len Kaminski--brilliant comic book writer with the wrong dream. Also boyfriend. Can you smell trouble?
11. Bill Gates, Steve Case, Steve Jobs, esp. Jobs.
12. John Paul Jones and John Bonham (rhythm section--look it up, if you have to)
13.
Dave Dreiwitz. Fab bass player--I kissed his hands like he was the pope once.
14. William Goldman, screenwriter
15.
Those Braun Bros.(foreground) of the Negatones: Brilliant Composers.
16.Julia Cameron
17.Ben Franklin
18. Urban pioneers
19. Stan Schmidt, editor of Analog
This is by chronological order. I don't think that anyone has been completely de-heroed, just gained or lost importance over time.
1. My dad.
2.Anyone who had a painting at MOMA
3.Laura Ingalls Wilder (the writer, not the TV character
4.The financial analyst on WBZ news around 1981. (He was just so smart!)
5.
Constantin Brancusi
6.
David Alfaro Siqueiros
7. John Lennon
7.
Dennis O'Neil, because he took Batman who sold Wonderbread and made him an instrument of vengeance.8. Alfred North Whitehead, educator
9. Edward Bellamy, utopian
10.
Len Kaminski--brilliant comic book writer with the wrong dream. Also boyfriend. Can you smell trouble?
11. Bill Gates, Steve Case, Steve Jobs, esp. Jobs.
12. John Paul Jones and John Bonham (rhythm section--look it up, if you have to)
13.
Dave Dreiwitz. Fab bass player--I kissed his hands like he was the pope once.
14. William Goldman, screenwriter
15.
Those Braun Bros.(foreground) of the Negatones: Brilliant Composers.
16.Julia Cameron
17.Ben Franklin
18. Urban pioneers
19. Stan Schmidt, editor of Analog
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