| And one more for the day |
[Apr. 21st, 2008|12:25 pm] |
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“ There is no line between art and pornography. You can make art of anything. You can make an experimental movie with that candle or with this tape recorder. You can make a piece of art with a cat drinking milk. You can make a piece of art with people having sex. There is no line. Anything that is shot or reproduced in an unusual way is considered artistic or experimental. I would say that everybody is obsessed with sex. Those who say they are not: either they are lying or they are denying their own reptilian side of their sex lives. The only people I know who are really not obsessed with sex are heroin junkies. -Gaspar Noe |
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| Because a promise is a promise |
[Dec. 11th, 2007|08:23 am] |
All answers screened though, unless you want them public.
1. Your Name:
2. Age:
3. Favorite position:
4. Do you think I'm cute?
5. Would you have sex with me?
6. lights on or off?
7. Would you have to be drunk?
8. Would you take a shower with me?
9. Have you ever thought about having sex with me?
10. Would you leave after or stay the night?
11. Do you like cuddling afterwards?
12. Condom or skin?
13. Have sex on the first date?
14. Would you kiss me during sex?
15. Do you think I would be good in bed?
16. Would you use me as a booty call?
17. Can I use you as a booty call?
18. Can we take pictures of the act?
19. How long would we have sex?
20. Would you tell your friends about me?
21. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?
22. Can I un-screen your entry if it's cute/funny? |
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| (no subject) |
[Feb. 22nd, 2007|07:30 am] |
Happy birthday to the lovely, elegant, and alluring ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=88.8) caramiababy. I hope this year is far better than the last. |
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[Feb. 5th, 2007|08:15 am] |
It is damn cold out there this morning. Most days I love having the city to myself as I head into the office. Early enough that most commuters aren't wandering around, traffic is light, and for a few moments they are my streets. Then there are mornings like this where I felt the skin of my face stiffening and losing flexibility due to the frigid wind. Tea makes all things better, though.
Life goes on. Work is work, though more stressful these last months. Its even showing in my boss, a normally affable guy, who's becoming less trusting and more concerned over how I get things done. Even though nothing has changed in my work habits. School is wrapping up, which is great. I could use a few months off, just to remember what free time is like.
Scene-wise, not much play of late. I could certainly use it, but schedules just haven't worked out. The friend with two standing offers has run into relationship stumbles of her own, so that's suspended for now (make sure things are solid at home before coming to me for play), which is a pity. I had come up with some purely service oriented things for her. We'll get to them eventually. As mundane as it might sound, the wife and I had a fairly good session last week. Tears started about two minutes in and pretty much lasted the whole time. I eventually stopped when she was moving beyond the "bruised and raw" stage. Very cathartic and good for her, she's been close and affectionate and very attentive since. For me... It was enjoyable, and on one level very pleasing. I love that intimacy, the closeness of such times between us. On the other hand it also just whet my appetite.
Questioning my own health as I somehow have ended up with a long distance sub of late. Odd as it sounds, it can work. Just wondering if I'm ready for it, but here we are. She's a very good girl, very eager to please, and watching how her own attitudes and take on life have shifted in the last weeks has brought a smile to my lips. Strange as it may sound to those not into such things, a firm "grip" upon her has let her shake off a lot of negative feelings and move forward again.
Still missing the ex. Missing her badly. The last week or so I've been thinking of her a lot, and feeling guilty over that. Guilt isn't something I really feel, so this is even more grating to me. I shouldn't miss her. I shouldn't still want her. But I do. Its two different kinds of ache supporting each other. I miss what we had. For example, I can't get my mind off how we used to wake up in the mornings, today. How snuggles and touches would turn to kisses, caresses, and into wordless, desperate fucking to beat the alarm. Every morning. What a perfect way to start the day. The other ache is for what was supposed to be. Even now, when we get home, a part of me still expects the kids to be there. Still expects her to be getting home to us as well. Still expects to plan events and trips and... I'm wallowing. Sod it.
All in all, life is pretty good. At the moment I just need to focus. Finish up these last classes. Get done what I started in '92 and move on. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 31st, 2007|07:22 am] |
Sometimes a snack hits the spot.
Sometimes it just whets the appetite.
And sometimes, when you've been hungry for a long time, it just makes you viciously determined to get more. |
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| Checking In |
[Nov. 7th, 2006|11:10 am] |
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I'm back from Seattle, utterly exhuasted and sick as a dog. I'll update more later, though the city was lovely. I hope to get back there next summer. |
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[Oct. 25th, 2006|08:02 am] |
Beauty this morning. And not just what I seem to usually be drawn to.
Caught the early train in. Well, earlier than I usually catch at least. At the Pentagon a couple gets on and sits right in front of me. She's cute, a red head, round face, creamy skin brushed with freckles, a tiny girl. And her boy was almost at tall as me, dark hair, chin scruff. I would have enjoyed the sight of her anyway, but then they sat in front of me. Obviously still tired, she gave the most kittenish yawn... and then snuggled into him. Head resting on his shoulder. To all appearances utterly content there, to be with him. A sight to make me ache and smile all at once.
It was still pitch black when I got off the metro. Street lights were kind of fuzzy looking. Cool but not cold, no biting wind like yesterday. The first two hours in the office were spent alone, just me and my music. Such a nice way to start the day. |
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[Oct. 19th, 2006|03:44 pm] |
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So, does anyone know of fun things to do in Seattle? I'll be heading out there soon, and I'll have a few days to kill. No car though, so I'll be mostly in the downtown core. |
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