Last night I had a strange breakthrough kind of an evening.
I had been working all day and the last thing I felt like doing was going out. . .but we had been invited to "uncle jimmy's house." I was like, "Oh great, now we gotta hang out with Jimmy, which is cool, but his friend, whose living with him, Chuck is a real bum." I can't stand Chuck. . .but that's a different story. Somehow, I knew I was going to get bored unless i had control of the television.
So we get to Jimmy's house, which is about half an hour away. We brought Denbo, my well-behaved dog with us. And as usual, Chuck's retarded barking dogs meet us at the door in attack mode. The first dog is a cute miniature collie? and the other is this hideous black maltesey dog, which we call the mop dog. Her name is Cuddles and she's a freaky dog. She has long black hair and tiny beady eyes shrouded by hair. . .and she's not even cute. . .rather scary. . .like Chuck.
See, Jimmy is a great guy, but maybe too nice and rich for his own good. Chuck was going through a divorce, had no place to go and brought his bratty dogs with him, his suspicious ninteen year old loser video game pot head sidekick, and his drugs. I was really freaked out by how much weed they consumed and the occasional snorting of white powder. That's another story. And then there's his nemesis, Jimmy's long time fishing buddy Basso.
Basso's a cool guy. He's a bit of a Walter Mitty. Chuck despises him, because they claim Basso lies. Basso should be a writer, because the stories he tells them are so crazy and funny. . .he's a CIA spy agent, he's flown under some arch monument (Detroit?), he's flown an airplane into the country with drug cargo. Whatever!
Anyway, so chuck "fixed" up Jimmy's basement for a pool table and wet bar, and BTW, Chuck has his large screen tv there where he plays video games (at 40! with that lameass nineteen year old), has a couch, and music set up. Anyway, to make a long rant short. They hung out in the newly built pool room, listening to Allen's Zwan album and Jimmy's Rolling Stones album, drinking beer, and Chucking puffing away at his weed, and cracking sexist jokes. . .
So I was curled up in pain and nausea on the couch upstairs, flipping through the channels. . .when blessing of all blessings! I finally got to watch the "Vagina Monologues." I had been waiting for over a year to watch this HBO special and finally here was my chance, though I only caught the last half hour of it.
I was mesmerized and moved. I was turned on, afraid, tearful, in love, laughing, shocked, embarrassed, and joyful. She (can't remember her name at the moment) was so beautiful and honest. She was the teacher, lover, mother, and friend, I'd always wanted. Crazy huh? She talked so openly about vaginas, cunts, pussys, clits, and every other word or metaphor for female body parts. I must get the dvd! She wasn't just a feminist, but really, she was a god, a priest. (I'd use the word goddess or priestess, but really, then there's a whole long list of -esses hostess, waitress, stewardess, actress *good grief you know?*) She was the fuel for my inspiration, imagination, and creativity, positivity, hope, spirituality, and love.
*I know I'm soundy a bit cheesy hear but these are all things that I'm craving and lacking right now*
After "Vagina Monologues," I watched "Nico and Dani," a brilliant movie from Spain about two boys who met in grade school. Nico travels from Barcelona to a seaside town that Dani lives in. They are like brothers, although the movie suggests that Dani had an older brother in college that he loved dearly. The movie was so raw and unlike any movie we could see here in the U.S. The most nudity were bare perky breasts from seventeen year old girls. But the greatest part was the sexual content. I was amazed at how quickly these kids matured. Call me a sheltered child, but at seventeen, they could go to a bar and order a beer or Bailey's. They smoked, bought strawberry flavored condoms at the grocery store, smoked weed, and had sexual discoveries that adults in the U.S. might be afraid to try.
The scene is Dani's parents are away and Nico stays with him for the summer, to keep him company. A lady is hired to clean and cook for Dani and a teacher or tutor visits him for lessons. His tutor suspects that Dani and Nico's relationship might be homosexual. Anyway. . .the ending was surprising and pleasant. I loved the movie.
After Nico and Dani's homosexual experience and Nico's failed heterosexual love affair, I went on to better things. . .porn.
The porn I peeked at before the movie blew
It was the typical woman sucks one guy's cock while the other guy fingers or fucks her from behind. Blah!
After the movie though, the porn was really hot, although the story was cheesy. I was vaguely following the story until the guys started coming up the stairs. That's when I knew my pussy fest was over. I start to feel really bad when I get turned on by really erotic, women empowering, pussy eating and dick fucking porn. The come scenes are usually gross, but last night's weren't too bad. . .there was just one. *sigh* what's wrong with me? why am i so mesmerized by watching men and women. . .uh what's it called? crap. . .eating pussy I guess. It just makes me wonder and I know that all I need to do is find out once what it's like .. . .then I can abolish any fears that I have of being a lesbian or straight or whatever. *sigh*
So Jimmy and Allen come up the stairs and I have to change it back to the discovery channel "Sex Crimes Uncovered." Or some bullshit like that. Then it harkened back to Vagina Monologues. The only female offender was a prostitute stabbing her skanky pimp. Damn pimps! The photos were pretty graphic and all sexual desire left me. Any doubts Allen had about women not being abused, mutilated, violated, or oppressed, should be gone by now.
One guy was a war veteran. He had just brought a Fillipino woman to the U.S. She had a small son. And police found her car abandoned in a parking lot. Then police discovered that he had two other wives who died young. The first was an American woman. Forensics and detectives did research and discovered that she didn't kill herself like they had assumed, but that she was murdered by her husband. The second wife was Korean and they didn't say too much about her and all they said about the last wife was that police discovered her bones by a lake. These stories were all pretty sick. . .let's see
One husband strangled his wife with a plastic bag and immediately married another woman.
One jailguard was discovered in a landfill where her nipples were bitten off and she had been sexually assaulted by a prisoner.
One beautiful young woman had died in a clinic of tuberculosis and the old doctor tried to play frankenstein, so he . . .anyway, it was a sick twisted, scary necrophilia case. . .worthy of Poppy Z Brite's writing abilities.
*sigh* what more can I still say about the situation of women? I don't know, because I still have difficulty making or keeping friends with women. Do I avoid them because I've had crappy experiences in the past with them? I need a girlfriend!!!!
I had been working all day and the last thing I felt like doing was going out. . .but we had been invited to "uncle jimmy's house." I was like, "Oh great, now we gotta hang out with Jimmy, which is cool, but his friend, whose living with him, Chuck is a real bum." I can't stand Chuck. . .but that's a different story. Somehow, I knew I was going to get bored unless i had control of the television.
So we get to Jimmy's house, which is about half an hour away. We brought Denbo, my well-behaved dog with us. And as usual, Chuck's retarded barking dogs meet us at the door in attack mode. The first dog is a cute miniature collie? and the other is this hideous black maltesey dog, which we call the mop dog. Her name is Cuddles and she's a freaky dog. She has long black hair and tiny beady eyes shrouded by hair. . .and she's not even cute. . .rather scary. . .like Chuck.
See, Jimmy is a great guy, but maybe too nice and rich for his own good. Chuck was going through a divorce, had no place to go and brought his bratty dogs with him, his suspicious ninteen year old loser video game pot head sidekick, and his drugs. I was really freaked out by how much weed they consumed and the occasional snorting of white powder. That's another story. And then there's his nemesis, Jimmy's long time fishing buddy Basso.
Basso's a cool guy. He's a bit of a Walter Mitty. Chuck despises him, because they claim Basso lies. Basso should be a writer, because the stories he tells them are so crazy and funny. . .he's a CIA spy agent, he's flown under some arch monument (Detroit?), he's flown an airplane into the country with drug cargo. Whatever!
Anyway, so chuck "fixed" up Jimmy's basement for a pool table and wet bar, and BTW, Chuck has his large screen tv there where he plays video games (at 40! with that lameass nineteen year old), has a couch, and music set up. Anyway, to make a long rant short. They hung out in the newly built pool room, listening to Allen's Zwan album and Jimmy's Rolling Stones album, drinking beer, and Chucking puffing away at his weed, and cracking sexist jokes. . .
So I was curled up in pain and nausea on the couch upstairs, flipping through the channels. . .when blessing of all blessings! I finally got to watch the "Vagina Monologues." I had been waiting for over a year to watch this HBO special and finally here was my chance, though I only caught the last half hour of it.
I was mesmerized and moved. I was turned on, afraid, tearful, in love, laughing, shocked, embarrassed, and joyful. She (can't remember her name at the moment) was so beautiful and honest. She was the teacher, lover, mother, and friend, I'd always wanted. Crazy huh? She talked so openly about vaginas, cunts, pussys, clits, and every other word or metaphor for female body parts. I must get the dvd! She wasn't just a feminist, but really, she was a god, a priest. (I'd use the word goddess or priestess, but really, then there's a whole long list of -esses hostess, waitress, stewardess, actress *good grief you know?*) She was the fuel for my inspiration, imagination, and creativity, positivity, hope, spirituality, and love.
*I know I'm soundy a bit cheesy hear but these are all things that I'm craving and lacking right now*
After "Vagina Monologues," I watched "Nico and Dani," a brilliant movie from Spain about two boys who met in grade school. Nico travels from Barcelona to a seaside town that Dani lives in. They are like brothers, although the movie suggests that Dani had an older brother in college that he loved dearly. The movie was so raw and unlike any movie we could see here in the U.S. The most nudity were bare perky breasts from seventeen year old girls. But the greatest part was the sexual content. I was amazed at how quickly these kids matured. Call me a sheltered child, but at seventeen, they could go to a bar and order a beer or Bailey's. They smoked, bought strawberry flavored condoms at the grocery store, smoked weed, and had sexual discoveries that adults in the U.S. might be afraid to try.
The scene is Dani's parents are away and Nico stays with him for the summer, to keep him company. A lady is hired to clean and cook for Dani and a teacher or tutor visits him for lessons. His tutor suspects that Dani and Nico's relationship might be homosexual. Anyway. . .the ending was surprising and pleasant. I loved the movie.
After Nico and Dani's homosexual experience and Nico's failed heterosexual love affair, I went on to better things. . .porn.
The porn I peeked at before the movie blew
It was the typical woman sucks one guy's cock while the other guy fingers or fucks her from behind. Blah!
After the movie though, the porn was really hot, although the story was cheesy. I was vaguely following the story until the guys started coming up the stairs. That's when I knew my pussy fest was over. I start to feel really bad when I get turned on by really erotic, women empowering, pussy eating and dick fucking porn. The come scenes are usually gross, but last night's weren't too bad. . .there was just one. *sigh* what's wrong with me? why am i so mesmerized by watching men and women. . .uh what's it called? crap. . .eating pussy I guess. It just makes me wonder and I know that all I need to do is find out once what it's like .. . .then I can abolish any fears that I have of being a lesbian or straight or whatever. *sigh*
So Jimmy and Allen come up the stairs and I have to change it back to the discovery channel "Sex Crimes Uncovered." Or some bullshit like that. Then it harkened back to Vagina Monologues. The only female offender was a prostitute stabbing her skanky pimp. Damn pimps! The photos were pretty graphic and all sexual desire left me. Any doubts Allen had about women not being abused, mutilated, violated, or oppressed, should be gone by now.
One guy was a war veteran. He had just brought a Fillipino woman to the U.S. She had a small son. And police found her car abandoned in a parking lot. Then police discovered that he had two other wives who died young. The first was an American woman. Forensics and detectives did research and discovered that she didn't kill herself like they had assumed, but that she was murdered by her husband. The second wife was Korean and they didn't say too much about her and all they said about the last wife was that police discovered her bones by a lake. These stories were all pretty sick. . .let's see
One husband strangled his wife with a plastic bag and immediately married another woman.
One jailguard was discovered in a landfill where her nipples were bitten off and she had been sexually assaulted by a prisoner.
One beautiful young woman had died in a clinic of tuberculosis and the old doctor tried to play frankenstein, so he . . .anyway, it was a sick twisted, scary necrophilia case. . .worthy of Poppy Z Brite's writing abilities.
*sigh* what more can I still say about the situation of women? I don't know, because I still have difficulty making or keeping friends with women. Do I avoid them because I've had crappy experiences in the past with them? I need a girlfriend!!!!
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i try not to pay too much attention to the media portrayals of asians since the days of long duk dong and overweight italians dressed up as the karate kid. but you should check out liz cho. she does parts of the good morning america broadcasts on abc. she's part smokinese like you... hottttt!
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