Wednesday Dec 11, 2002

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well, here i am at skinny's house, we just got back from writing our film studies exam, went quite well. i sure did like hearing from all you people on my journal today. for the record, tristan taormino is an "egghead sex educator", as clovesbud so aptly described her, but she crossed over the edjumicating line when she decided to act in the last scene of her first film. THAT's what makes her so interesting and relevant here... now i'm all freaked out thinking that everybody here is picturing me hanging around with my thumb up my ass (literally) all day. i dig all aspects of sexuality, the whole point of my tristan taormino worship being that she's all about the big picture, not just the ass. she wants people to get over their "fear of shit" as she puts it, and i want people to get over their fear of stepping on people's toes and just being sex positive/people positive.

okay...enough seriousness.

WHO WANTS TO PLAY SLAUGHTERAMA WITH ME AGAIN???

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obelisk:
Hey I had meant to tell you my most sacrilegous thing, but didn't get to before you updated yourjournal. I don't think it will provide you with masturbation fodder--but it does touch on the topic. Basically, masturbation broke me of my belief in god. When I was 12 (early developer) I was an avid fan of said activity and attending a parochial school on the South side of Chicago. Our pastor dedicated part of a sermon to speaking out against the evils of self abuse. After this, I made several serious attempts to stop, but nevertheless found myself helplessly returning to the unwholseome thrills of auto-stimulation. Then I had an ephiphany and the scales fell from my eyes: if this is wrong, then I don't want to be right. if God doesn't want me to do this then I say, fuck him. Fuck him right in the ear! On that day, I was forever lost to the Lutheran Church. And then I sodomized myself with a crucifix. (OK, OK, not really, but I wanted a punchy [and anal sex positive!] end to the story.)

BTW--what I saw of tristan's site was highly intriguing--I shall return.

BBTW--Re: your post to my journal. I've got that Corn Sisters album--it's a lot of fun and I think Caroline Mark is a great songwriter. And the theater I owned back in PDX was pretty much an art theater--we were a rep house than showed classics, Hong Kong, film noir, exploitation flicks, whatever we liked we could get our hands on. It was great in a lot of ways, but I worked ungodly hours, was gnereally broke and constantly on the verge of business failure. Still, someimtes I miss it.
kurtz:
not glum. apathetic and trying to remedy situation. sex positive? lately, i've been sex negative. i am such a fucking romantic picky SOB, i can't find shit in my cowtown that will even make me say OUCH, except for me. casual boring sex sucks ass. boring women=boring sex, + feeling bad about the coupling. as i stated in my journal last night, i need some kinda therapy. this is all great for unfulfilled flirting and meeting interesting make-believe-friends, but i have been alone for far too long because of my elitist, argumentative, and somewhat selfish ideas on lovers/friends/family. i just want to understand me and someone else to take the journey with me. not necessarily dating conversation, is it? fuck it. i love me. did i mention i'm narcissistic too?

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