Thursday, February 28, 2013
Notes from My Journal (Letting Go)
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Tuesday, February 26, 2013
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Saturday, February 23, 2013
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Quote of the Day
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Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Quote of the Day
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Saturday, February 16, 2013
Quote of the Day: #helenrowland
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Thursday, February 14, 2013
Hot with A Chance of Sexy: James Purefoy
When I was in college, I had a government teacher that I
just fell in love with the first day of class.
He was an older gentleman with longish salt and pepper hair and the
black eyes of a Plains Indian. He had
an easy laugh and story upon fascinating story.
I could sit and listen to him for hours, and I did since I barely passed
his class the first time and had to re-take it.
As I got more comfortable with him, when I didn’t feel like hanging out
in the student lounge between classes, I would sit in the back of his lectures
and do homework while he taught. I would
hang out with him in his office all the time.
I loved his energy and being around him. Maybe if I had been more sophisticated and aware
of myself, I would have seen like everyone else with eyes, that there
was something sexual in my attraction to him and I would not have shaken like a virgin at a prison rodeo when he eventually made a move. We could have had one of those flings that bitches
always seem to fantasize about in erotic short stories and I would've had a great story to tell instead of this watered down Ann Landers Petting Guide excerpt. Thankfully we got past that unfortunately uncomfortable
incident and I still idolized him. In fact, to this day, I can’t think about college without thinking of him
and what an influence he had on me.
Again, if I had been more aware of myself as a woman and a sexual being
at that point, this G-rated paragraph would have definitely been NC-17 and
NSFW.
I let y’all sip my tea about that professor because I have
started watching The Following on FOX
and every time I look at James Purefoy, who plays Joe Carroll- a college
professor/author who is obsessed with Edgar Allen Poe and becomes a serial killer- I can fully understand how he gets
people to do his evil bidding. In a
recent interview, Purefoy says that the character’s appeal isn’t a charisma or
charm that brainwashes people, it’s that they already have a propensity
for evil and he gives them “license, care, love, and no judgment” so they feel
safe with him to do all the jacked up things that he wants them to do. In Purefoy’s opinion, that’s what makes the
character Joe Carroll “so terrifying” as a cult leader.
I know it’s bad to start our imaginary relationship off with
a disagreement, but I simply have to disagree.
I think we place ourselves on the level of the people we praise- we
admire and welcome them into us, physically, emotionally, and psychically. We aren’t going to admire some person who
doesn’t make us feel special and unique and valuable and it takes a kind of
charm be able to do that- to want to do that.
That charm is twisted, self- serving, and wrong in this case, but it’s
charming so it draws people in. Throw in
even a bit of physical appeal, some animal attraction, and a dollop fear of
that person’s soul - and bitches will do whatever that person wants. I like to think that I am not a vicious
murderess, nor the type of hooka who could be easily turned out to become one,
but I squirm a bit when I think of my naivety and eagerness to please my
college professor. If he had turned out
to be a Joe Carroll to some degree or another, what would I have done? Would I have stolen eyeballs and lit peeps
on fire if he had asked? I like to think
that I wouldn’t have, and I realize that these self-questioning questions may make
me seem psycho, but it’s the bitches who don’t question themselves that we should worry
about.
I am so glad to see James Sexy Ass Purefoy (that’s what I
call him in my dream journal) in a (potentially) hit show again after such a
long time. Some of you may remember him
as Marc Antony in HBO’s Rome, so
hopefully you will remember the sex appeal that he exudes. I don’t know what it is- he’s good looking,
but certainly not the best looking man on television. He fairly comes across as smug and
condescending, the way English actors sometimes do with their Scrabble- triple-
word- score- words like “nadir”,
“diametric”, or “vis a vis”, and their classic theatre training. But beneath all that vocabulary and training
and “polite in mixed company” behavior, there seems to lurk a predatory animal
that snakes up through his humanity and harkens him back to a cave, a club, and
hair pulling. In every role which I have
seen him perform there is something so fundamentally reptilian in how he moves
his eyes and reveals a smidgen of the ever present smirk that lives behind
them. It scares me, but I am very
excited by the fear. He seems like a man
who would show me pain- but only as a reminder of how pleasing and pleasant
pleasure would be later. And he seems like a man who would look into your eyes
as he made love to you in his own special way.
Oh, who am I kidding trying to make this a grown woman’s version of 50 Shades? He makes me feel funny and I
want him to pin me to a cold, wet rock and dirty verb me until we’re hot and
dry in the sun.
Sorry. I realize that
I have yammered on about me and revealed that I spend way too much time
thinking about this man sexually, I guess y’all want to know a little something
about James Brian Mark Purefoy- so here ya go:
- This Gemini/Dragon (another fuckin' dragon?! What is my deal with dragons? Who am I, Daenerys Targaryen?) was born in Taunton, Somerset, England on June 3, 1964. He's 48.
- He worked at Yeovil District
hospital as a porter before studying acting at the Central School of Speech and
Drama.
- Joined the Royal Shakespeare
Company in 1988.
- Screen tested for the role of
James Bond in 1995 for GoldenEye, but lost the role to Pierce Brosnan.
- When he falls in lurve with a
lady, he gets booed up for realsies: Had
an 11-year relationship with actress Fay Ripley. He was married to actress Holly Aird from
1996-2002 (they have a son together), and he has been in a relationship with
art historian and TV producer Jessica Adams since 2004. Damn, guess the animal he reminds me of is
the grey wolf because they practically mate for life and he is one relationship
having son of a mother.
The name “Purefoy” was originally derived from the Old
French pure-foy, meaning one who was “staunch and true”, and it seems a very
fitting name for him. He seems to have lived
and loved the way he needs to be himself, and you can’t get much truer than
that. Now for the opposite of that,
let’s pretend I ended this with some smart four syllable word or a profound
Shakespearean quote. At least I’ll tell
James that I did next time I imagine that we’re lying in bed talking.
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Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Quote of the Day: Broken Hearted
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Sunday, February 10, 2013
Who is Christian Grey?
Let me preface this by saying I love reading trashy books. It started in high school with V.C. Andrews,
continued through college with Jackie Collins and lives today in J.R. Ward- who
has made a fortune writing the same story over and over because horny dorks
like me will continue to read her books. One of my weekly treats is getting the
National Enquirer. I am not a literary
snob and I am not trying to front like I am.
That being said, when everyone started going on about the 50 Shades of Grey, I decided to check it out. After the first book and a half, I realized that
I refused to lose any more irretrievable moments of my life reading this drivel,
and put it down. Kudos to the author for
writing it and getting it published, big ups to bitches who read it and
realized that they wanted more in their sex lives, but I personally thought it
was 50 Shades of Lame and I think I got
a little bit dumber reading it- at least my “inner goddess” did. Inner goddess? Barf. When I threw that mess down, I swore
off anything 50 Shades related from that day forward, and I have been true to
my word. Even when I heard that they
were considering that dirty hot little Ian Somerhalder and cute ass Matt Boner Bomer for the part of Christian Grey, I didn’t get excited. I wanted to, I just couldn’t.
If Jason Momoa were chosen to play Christian Grey, I would hate it
because I would have to recant my 50
Shades anger-fueled rants as I would be the first person in line, on the
first day, at the first showing. And I
would probably be the first hooka to get arrested by making everyone incredibly
uncomfortable, annoyed, and grossed out as the buzz of my pocket rocket droned
on over the words of the movie.
I know he would be acting and playing a role, but there are some things
that just can’t be tamped down, and his overpowering sexual presence is one. You glance at this dude out of the corner of your eye, and you know instinctively that he has examined more pussies than a veterinarian. And I am okay with that. Even though his bodacious sexual luminance will probably be one of the
main reasons he won’t be playing Christian Grey, I don’t want to live in a
world where Jason Momoa isn’t fucking a lot.
That would be wrong- like the fact there’s not a 24 hour Turkish Oil
Wrestling channel, or that rugby players wear clothes on the field.
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Saturday, February 9, 2013
Quote of the Day
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Thursday, February 7, 2013
Please, Please Tell Me No!
I gotta fly to England and slap Simon John Charles Le Bon in
the face so hard that hopefully this shit will fall off. (I hated to have to middle name him in front
of all y’all, but he had it coming.) He’s
still an attractive man and I don’t understand why he’s fighting it so hard
with this dual dose of jacked up. I’m
gonna assume that Yasmin got tired of
bitches trying to make their 17-year-old selves' dream come true 25 years later
& hook up with him, so she broke all the mirrors in their house and told
him this pussy repellent wrong on his face and Hitler Youth haircut is the
look. Opposite! It’s 1000mg of “no” and he owes all of our eyes
an apology.
"Dammit, Pam, I've seen that, and now I
can't unsee it. There's not enough liquor or therapy in the world to help me
forget that..." - Archer
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Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Quote of the Day: Brian Andreas
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Sunday, February 3, 2013
The Sleep of the Beloved
Paul Schneggenburger, a German born photographer living in
Vienna, has a fascination with sleep that he has taken and made into, well, a
work of art. Schneggenburger started his
project three years ago by asking friends to sleep for a photo. Using the second room of his apartment, he
covered the mattress with black sheets, used a string of Christmas lights and a
self-constructed trigger outside of the room that started the 4 x 5 camera he
chose for this project.
This amazing take on long exposure photography creates
hauntingly beautiful, seemingly formless images that can be interpreted in so
many ways. The ethereal affects of his
technique make something so simply, wonderfully, grossly human and mundane as
sleeping and reveal it as a sacred soul communion between two lovers.
Schneggenburger says that the collection for this project is
complete, but he is still willing to
photograph sleeping couples if they pay for the print. The Sleep of the Beloved will be on
display at the Anzenberger Gallery in Vienna starting February 5th.
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Saturday, February 2, 2013
Quote of the Day: Promiscuity is like...
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