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October 14, 2011
HvH's Honeysuckle Magic
A few years ago the great artist HVH and I worked on an online project - a fairytale of sorts called "Honeysuckle Sycamore." I wrote the story, about mystical sprites called Passions that live by a river, and he illustrated it. This is one of the stunning images he came up with, and one of my favorites from the story. This image also made it into my Dreamspinner Press anthology Slight Details & Random Events when the story was published in that. It's a personal favorite of my own writing.
October 13, 2011
American Horror
Very effective poster for the cepy new FX series, American Horror Story.
October 12, 2011
October 11, 2011
Aiden James, New Album Preview
Aiden previews his new album. Good stuff. And there's such a sweetness to his eyes I find him irresistable to watch.
October 10, 2011
October 9, 2011
Oversaturated Objects: Or, Pretty Men and Pretty Bored
There comes a time in every man's life when he must ask himself: Do I need a parental block on my computer? I'm looking at porn way too much. I'm looking at it even when I'm not in the mood for it. It's kind of like my laptop is my horny husband who always wants me to touch him and I relent even when I have a headache.
There is a blog I visit regularly, the owner of which makes fabulous fetish gear, and he stated earlier this week that he was bored of sex. I agree. I feel over saturated by it. I get like this every couple of months. I'm kind of bored with pretty men. There are so many of them - at least online. Being stunning in this culture is not a novelty. Thanks to all our advances in health and cosmetics (surgery), if drop dead gorgeousness was a real condition it would be a plague. We'd have pretty people dropping like flies. Gravestones would read: "Too pretty to live."
I'm not saying I don't enjoy seeing pretty men. Just wander about my blog and you'll see how much I've enjoyed them in the past. Even at my most hum-drum they still inspire a slight lift of the eyebrow - that is, if they're not in a flock, i.e. Tumblr. The Tumblr sites fling such beauty so quickly that my eyes glaze over, at least until a photo with something new to offer - a strange pose, prop, or perspective - flits before my eyes. A pretty face or a rocking bod striking the same old pose just doesn't get me going anymore.
And then there's the matter of psyche, of what all that objectification does to my own self-confidence. These models, most of them (if there be a god), are air-brushed and prettified to all hell, and we all know this. Yet still, my gut sinks to my balls when I see some astonishingly handsome well-crafted Hercules with an ass that could hide a star system and a chest that could feed a village. I realize I will never look like that. Then I shake my head and remind myself, HE probably doesn't look like that. If he does he's most likely very lonely because everyone else is too intimidated to approach him and ask for a date. The poor gorgeous brute.
I discovered a while ago, like everyone else, that my mind is the best tool for erotica. The images on the interweb screen, no matter how jaw-dropping or bizarre, will never measure up to my twisted and fascinating little deviant brain. I can take an image or a face and use it as a muse for a story or a fantasy, but the appeal soon flags and I move on to something new. Some newfound blog with a new angle of lovely men. But my fascination there will pass as well until at last I'm left yawning and sexless...well, not sexless. I mean, I will still have my penis. It just will not be interested in the pretty men on my computer screen.
Oh. By the way, stay tuned tomorrow for my new posting of hot photos of sexy men.
There is a blog I visit regularly, the owner of which makes fabulous fetish gear, and he stated earlier this week that he was bored of sex. I agree. I feel over saturated by it. I get like this every couple of months. I'm kind of bored with pretty men. There are so many of them - at least online. Being stunning in this culture is not a novelty. Thanks to all our advances in health and cosmetics (surgery), if drop dead gorgeousness was a real condition it would be a plague. We'd have pretty people dropping like flies. Gravestones would read: "Too pretty to live."
I'm not saying I don't enjoy seeing pretty men. Just wander about my blog and you'll see how much I've enjoyed them in the past. Even at my most hum-drum they still inspire a slight lift of the eyebrow - that is, if they're not in a flock, i.e. Tumblr. The Tumblr sites fling such beauty so quickly that my eyes glaze over, at least until a photo with something new to offer - a strange pose, prop, or perspective - flits before my eyes. A pretty face or a rocking bod striking the same old pose just doesn't get me going anymore.
And then there's the matter of psyche, of what all that objectification does to my own self-confidence. These models, most of them (if there be a god), are air-brushed and prettified to all hell, and we all know this. Yet still, my gut sinks to my balls when I see some astonishingly handsome well-crafted Hercules with an ass that could hide a star system and a chest that could feed a village. I realize I will never look like that. Then I shake my head and remind myself, HE probably doesn't look like that. If he does he's most likely very lonely because everyone else is too intimidated to approach him and ask for a date. The poor gorgeous brute.
I discovered a while ago, like everyone else, that my mind is the best tool for erotica. The images on the interweb screen, no matter how jaw-dropping or bizarre, will never measure up to my twisted and fascinating little deviant brain. I can take an image or a face and use it as a muse for a story or a fantasy, but the appeal soon flags and I move on to something new. Some newfound blog with a new angle of lovely men. But my fascination there will pass as well until at last I'm left yawning and sexless...well, not sexless. I mean, I will still have my penis. It just will not be interested in the pretty men on my computer screen.
Oh. By the way, stay tuned tomorrow for my new posting of hot photos of sexy men.
October 8, 2011
Blitzen Trapper - Furr
The annual Halloween Blitzen Trapper werewolf song post.
October 6, 2011
Trailer, My Week With Marilyn
What think we? Brannagh as Olivier looks interesting.
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