Sunday 29th April
Whilst out cruising the neighbourhood over the weekend I spied a rather rotund spiky-haired boy standing wordlessly outside an open door to a terrace. My interest was piqued as when he turned around I noticed he was sporting a pair of silver handcuffs, his hands cuffed tightly behind his back. I couldn't see anyone through the doorway; he didn't seem to be overly concerned. He merely twisted slowly this way and that under the sun.
Some people watch Saturday morning cartoons- I watch porn. I was watching some absolutely horrific early 90's stuff where the guy looked slightly Chuck Norris-esque with beard, tan and ponytail with leopard print slacks. That is how I would describe them: slacks. Not pretty. Sort of like he was a member of Color Me Badd working his second job. I was not getting turned on by the Alexis Carrington themed action so I moved on. Still nothing... I was finding all the sex rather depressing until I almost spat my cup of coffee out onto my shiny laptop whilst laughing upon hearing the lines:
"Yeaahhhh... That's right.... You like that big chunk of man meat, don't you?"
*mumbles* (she was occupied at the time)
"Thatta girl..."
Later I drank half a bottle of cheap bucks fizz (£2.49 of awesomeness) before retiring under the duvet before Cinderella hour. I held Patrick tightly and pressed a hot water bottle to myself to ease the tension in my lower back (crap posture, standing all day) and so that I could pretend someone was lying behind me holding me. I need a back rub. When I awoke I spent a long while gently sliding my fingers over my hip and waist and imagining someone other than myself experiencing the soft warmth of my skin.
LOSER.
Desiro
Flickr The Anti-Comic Sans Pool
Some printable paper rulers
NSFW Redezra TV Dinner & Dessert
Film Noir of the Week
Upmarket body art Needled
"When I look for the lightning, it never strikes. When I look away, it does."
Lightning - 1977 - Paul and Marlene Kos
Strangely compelling: "A silent film of collaged and painted sequences of lovemaking between Schneemann and her then partner, composer James Tenney; observed by the cat, Kitch."
NSFW Fuses - 1965 - Carolee Schneeman
