I agree. It sure smells good. Especially first thing in the morning or fresh from a jock strap, right?
Kind of neat to see Ralph Bakshi back in the game. I had a lot of good fortune, getting older neighborhood guys taking me to R-rated movies when I was a young teen, but they drew the line at X-rated material (today’s NC-17). That included Fritz the Cat, dammit.
Tribeca loved Transamerica and hurray for “Desperate Housewife” Felicity Huffman for portraying a pre-op transsexual woman on a cross-country road trip.
Guys, next time you want to be penis warriors, don’t expect fellow conservatives to endorse your efforts. They’re too sexphobic and rigid — and now you’ve seen it first-hand. Rather than warrioring in opposition to the V-Monologues and such, how about promoting sex-positive dick enlightenment? Really, you aren’t going to garner the fellowship of other conservatives, but you might get laid by sexually liberated peers.
From the sentence-as-a-paragraph school of fluff journalism, this ABC look at S/M as a healthy sexual outlet. It’s ok as a demystifying effort, but it suffers from the inherent limitations of this style of writing. Namely, that it makes minor mistakes because it can’t present nuance. S/M is a lot more diverse than the piece suggests. Some people are outright masochists who don’t go for big power exchanges; for them “it isn’t about the pain” is a falsehood. Some even go for the pain and skip the sex entirely. But I guess we can’t expect a positive-take primer to clue us in on the variety of practices and preferences within S/M.
Finally, I hope to update this blog daily — I have a lot of linkie goodness piled up in my bookmarks — but my laptop’s AC adapter has opted for a hastening death. I’m awaiting delivery of another one and I have a second laptop on which to write, but I refuse to give it an internet connection to keep me working on my novel. So I use the wireless when it has enough charge, then work offline while it recharges. Not efficient, but my preferred option until the new adapter arrives.
However, should I go silent, you’ll know the old adapter up and died. Hopefully, it won’t come to that — I suspect it’s illegal to bury it in the backyard next to other family pets — and I’ll continue to regale you with blog entries.
