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|Thursday, September 6th, 2007|
I just finished watching Dikkenek, which might be my favourite movie of all time. With all the candour of an up-and-coming Francis Ford Coppola taking the piss out of the entire state of Texas, it plays Belgium for a land of chav-ish parvenus and chinless slicked-hairs. I recommend it to all cynics and their veiled cousins, the realists.
|Sunday, August 8th, 2004|
|Some purity test
Yay, go me.
|Your Ultimate Purity Score Is... |
|Category||Your Score ||Average |
I wouldn't shake hands, if I were you
Puts 'em on the glass
|Sex Drive ||55.3%|
A fool for love, but not always
Knows the other body type like a map
|Gayness ||12.5% |
Makes Dr. Frank-n-Furter look tame
|Fucking Sick||74.3% |
Dipped into depravity
|You are 37.08% pure|
Average Score: 72.7%
|Monday, June 21st, 2004|
My God I love porn. It's fascinating, both from a titillating (pun intended) and a sociological perspective. I'm always fascinated by what turns other people on.
I find foot fetish stuff hilarious, for example. It's funny, too, to see how so many porn shoots are about a guy who swears he's all that, since he can stick his cock into a girl (heh, or guy) and rut away like there's no tomorrow. Don't get me wrong; there are plenty of pornstar guys who know what they're doing, but many have no idea how bored the girl they're fucking so clearly is.
I'm fascinated by the fact that there's so little good gay porn. There's plenty of decent lesbian stuff, (as well as a lot of bullshit stuff, which I find annoying, frankly). But there's very little good gay stuff. It's so much easier for me to get off looking at photography by Herb Ritts or someone like that than it is for me to get off by looking at some Easter European "twink" going at it into a nasty skinny ass.
Why are there no guy on guy money shots (generally speaking)? Why is there no seductive foreplay? Why do the guys never act sexy? I know guys like this exist; I've met plenty and seen professional photos of plenty.
Perhaps I'll never know.
|Wednesday, March 3rd, 2004|
|My frustration and pet peeve of the day...
...is that so many people seem to use livejournal as a support group. I'm all for people being positive and nice to each other, but there's something to be said for real-world interaction. Bah.
|Thursday, February 26th, 2004|
|Paganism and Me
I've been examining neo-paganism with more and more intrigue and respect as a religion. For all that it's usually seen as a teenage craze, it has aspects that very much appeal to me.
I suppose that the principal aspect that stands out in my mind is the focus on experience as opposed to creed. I have gotten very frustrated with institutionalised religion's insistence on orthodoxy, however the particular strand of religion might define it.
My experience has led me to believe much more in orthopraxy -- doing things right brings on the desired result, even if you're not quite sure why it works.
Paganism, or at least the branches I've been looking at, allows one to pursue truth without necessarily being too insistent as to what that truth must be.
I respect that very much.
|Tuesday, February 17th, 2004|
|My breast thing
I'm not sure where my fetish for breasts comes from. I mean, I like the "nether regions" of both sexes okay. I love the taste of (clean) cock, the feel of it in the back of my throat, etc.
But Oh God. I love the aesthetics of the breast. In general. Be it large or small, perky or not, the breast is a thing of beauty. The eroticism of it is a mystery to me, but it is most definitely there. I suppose that this is all very freudian, but I'm not sure how much that plays into things in actuality.
I would be more inclined to compare sucking a nipple to the feeling of power in giving a blowjob -- it's a sensitive bit of the body being "accepted," caressed, "threatened" subconsciously, pulled, made vulnerable. And oh I love it.
Just thought I'd share...
|Sunday, February 15th, 2004|
|Finally getting off my ass
Well, I'm finally getting off my ass and joining the new communities I had planned on joining. I had seen several I was interested in while surfing, but the phone rang, I got distracted, and the next thing I knew, I hadn't thought about LJ in forever. Here goes, at least.
PS> When the phone rang, it was a new guy from work, asking me out. I feel stupid and girly, but it's still exciting. We've gone out a couple of times since then, and he's pretty cool. And he's hot. We haven't fucked yet, but I discovered on Friday night that he's a good kisser. He called me today (saturday, sort of, since it's way past midnight), just to say hey. I'm glad he didn't invite me out today or anything, since that would have been too much. I just had a good time drinking wine and eating smelly cheese at a friend's house.
|Wednesday, February 4th, 2004|
|A new leaf (and request)
I'm going to join a lot of communities now, just to turn over a new leaf.
My request is that people not post commentary on my past entries, or on this one either. I'm not going to delete them, since they are a part of my life, but I don't want to dwell on them either.
Here's to a new tomorrow!
|Tuesday, January 27th, 2004|
Well, as much as this sucks, Jeanie and I are now officially "broken up." Yup. It'd been coming for a while, but I figured I wouldn't post until it was official, at her request. She says she doesn't like people reading about her life, even if they don't know her last name. Oh well.
I suppose I should use past tense when I refer to her, since she's now a part of my past. Oh well, I can't let myself dwell on her too much. Bitch. I'll go date a guy now, probably. It feels better, somehow.
PS> Jeanie, you're welcome to read this. Again and again. Jeanie. Winthrop.
PPS> No comments on this. I'm not interested.
|Wednesday, September 3rd, 2003|
I don't know how I feel about this journal thing, now. Jeanie read it and was not okay with it. I may stop posting, just to keep her happy.
|Thursday, August 21st, 2003|
|more about trip
So, finally. Here's what happened on the rest of the trip.
We decided to get lingerie after we had gotten our outfits. We went to a and each ended up selecting a couple of things to try on. I tried on a black teddy, just to see how it would work under my new outfit, and Jeanie got a matching thong and push-up bra type thing. Along with a few other things, we took them into the dressing room to try on.
Oh gee. This is embarrassing. When Jeanie helped me into the teddy, she kept on "adjusting" things, enough that by the time she was done, I knew I'd have to buy the thing or feel guilty about leaving it there in the state it was in. I got pissed off, as horny as I was, and decided that I'd help her, too. One thing led to another and we ended up making out in the dressing room. Nothing else happened there (although I made sure she'd have to buy hers too. Turnabout is fair play.) but after we got home, we got into bed and hardcore "snuggled" for at least an hour and a half.
|Friday, August 15th, 2003|
Jeanie and I went shopping today. We were only supposed to get basic party outfits for a party her job was throwing this thursday, but ended up deciding to go all out. we got first we got makeup, shoes, and our respective outfits. I got a sexy blue-ish skirt that hugs my ass and hips and then flares out a bit above the knee level. I also got a cool blouse from a shop on Dunster Street. Jeanie ended up going with a full dress, but it's not too formal. The trip got exciting from there, though. I might post about that later.
I need to write in this journal more. It's healthy for me.
|Sunday, July 6th, 2003|
I was approached by a professional photographer to do a photo shoot with him. The shoot would be with a relatively attractive acquaintance of mine, and his shoots can get a bit steamy.
I'm not at all interested in the girl for anything beyond the physical aspect. I mean, she's cool, I suppose, but I don't know how my partner would feel about it and I don't really feel a need for anything.
I'd enjoy the photo shoot, especially the acting aspect of it. I loved acting while I was in HS, and haven't been able to do it for almost 6 years now. Stage kisses, gropes and things like that can be a lot of fun. I'm also turned on by the idea of having the photographer there and of setting up scenes that are erotic. I'd enjoy shooting the scenes with us in various states of robing/disrobing.
I'm not sure how well my partner would deal with it, though, and don't even know how to broach the subject.
We shall see what happens.
|Saturday, July 5th, 2003|
My journey has now begun -- all of the people and journals that I have wanted to add can now be added. We shall see what happens...