Monday, August 31
i still don't have a tatoo. i still want one. though someone told me once that if you need to think about it to hard you probably shouldn't get one. but i've wanted this one for years:
i haven't had it done yet because for the longest time i couldn't think of a place on my body that would be cool and i could see all the time ... where it could serve as the symbol it is and not as some decoration... i wasn't sure where that place was on my body until recently.
now i know i want it tatooed on the inside of my left wrist.
I'm not sure when i'll have that done. but i know it's going to be soon. i'm a bit of superwuss about it... it seems like a major commitment. ironically, part of the Ouroboros' significance is as a symbol of the biggest commitment in my life... so this kinda feels like a bit of test...
although found in many traditions, i've always been drawn to jung's interpretation of the Ouroboros in alchemy as the one that clicked... i found this succinct little explanation of it on wiki...
The alchemists, who in their own way knew more about the nature of the individuation process than we moderns do, expressed this paradox through the symbol of the Ouroboros, the snake that eats its own tail. The Ouroboros has been said to have a meaning of infinity or wholeness. In the age-old image of the Ouroboros lies the thought of devouring oneself and turning oneself into a circulatory process, for it was clear to the more astute alchemists that the prima materia of the art was man himself. The Ouroboros is a dramatic symbol for the integration and assimilation of the opposite, i.e. of the shadow. This 'feed-back' process is at the same time a symbol of immortality, since it is said of the Ouroboros that he slays himself and brings himself to life, fertilizes himself and gives birth to himself. He symbolizes the One, who proceeds from the clash of opposites, and he therefore constitutes the secret of the prima materia which [...] unquestionably stems from man's unconscious.
Thursday, August 27
i've had no oomph to write here this week.
i've only got 3 friggin non-negotiables when it comes to dating - no addicts, no broken hearts and no one that is involved. i do not think this is unreasonable no?
so why, my plums, why must i be attracting these people.
the intern was such a surprisingly fabulous lover i would probably have fallen in love with him on that basis alone.
ex issues. nice.
Thursday, August 20
patrons of the manly named clone-a-willy can choose between a chocolate, candle, soap-on-a-rope (um? point?), or regular glow in the dark, light or dark toned dildo/vibrator replica of their member to present to their loved ones.
now she'll never have to be one moment away from your most excellent penis. check out the website for more info (like, 'what if my penis is too big to make a mold of??' yeah, whatever bucko...) and informative instructional videos.
even a pic of US troops sending their personalised willies home to their partners. you know. for warm, lovin' comfort for the missus back home (and just in case the real thing get's blown off...)
the cast cynthia p caster made of jimi hendrix's penis.
except that she clearly didn't use the patented Medically Tested Molding Gel cos, damn, that little sucker looks grim.
i dunno. i had an art director once who made a rubber mold of his penis and would come up behind people and discreetly show it too them. that perv was into some freaky shit i think. he stopped living vicarioulsy through his fake cock when i finally grabbed it and started sizing it up very verbally. silly boy.
Sunday, August 16
apart from being completely moreish he also got me into a nina state of mind. so when i woke up on sunday to a brilliant blue sky over table mountain feeling well and truly shagged i had nina's 'nobody's fault but mine' in my head ... she plays the piano on this one and it just gets under my skin in a bit way...
anyway. more about the intern and nina later.
Thursday, August 13
HA! the frisky is funny my plums. caught this off buzzfeed today. glorious.
- Daddy (as in “Who’s your ...”)
- The runs
- Just like in jail
- Wee, as in little
- Yack, vomit, Ralph (unless it’s his name), puke
- Insert ex’s name here
Wednesday, August 12
as the dark and light of each other's most essential essence of street style, they both have their own books.
do check these out if you get a chance. but this is all beside the point, because the point is ACTUALLY, that vice has come to south africa. check out an interview with publisher ace swart here (haven't seen it meself, but still...)
there's clearly a lot of glee about this lovely mag dropping on the dark continent but one dude on the 10and5 site with the video brought up an interesting point:
"Are South Africans even ready for Vice? We’re conservative, conformist and lack imagination. How are we going to handle the subversive content (which often borders on homophobic, racist and sexist)."
tis true i think. much of Vice's edge is that is doesn't do pandering. something our PC-prone, post-apartheid sensitivities are going to have to negotiate...
it also rates itself a 'subversive pop culture' mag... problem is, the very very very small demograhic that's going to be reading this isn't really part of where SA's new 'subversive pop culture's' at... at least not yet...
thankfully, with a 70/30 cut on intl and local info respectively, ace and his mates won't have to worry about that little niggly just yet...
go to VICE SA (kinda, but not quite...)
Tuesday, August 11
then i found this. the masturbation sex toy that makes me wish i had a penis. it's like the man version of the delight. just squishier.
todgertalk describes the experiences thusly:
Feels like: Well ... those buttons on the side are not for show; they actually allow you to regulate the pressure of the suction. After you've sorted that out, the ripply sensation up and down your shaft is pretty damn spectacular. I've not lasted more than three minutes on it yet, and am very worried that it might run off with someone else if I don't pace myself.
i want one. a penis and a tenga flip hole, just for one day...
Friday, August 7
i suppose it is a lot more discreet than the fleshlight, which, let's face it, isn't quite as undercover as its designers were probably wanting it to be. it's like the hillbilly version of the tenga egg.
Thursday, August 6
Did you see that video of the Chinese schoolgirl giving an old guy head for $25 to buy a Gucci handbag? Neither did I. But, honestly, when I read about it yesterday I could hardly believe it – Gucci for $25? Not likely.
Seriously though. True story. The story of the girl that is.
Turns out it's a 'new' pattern among young Chinese girls inspired by their sexually enterprising girlie neighbours from Japan. It's euphemistically called 'compensated dating'. Or, what the rest of us would term 'transactional sex' – something that's been big in South Africa for quite some time. Read more...
because if you love me, you'll buy me a big fuckin ring
Wednesday, August 5
but the greatest of this is is that there is speculation that there might be a little homoerotic play between holmes and dear watson. downey told press 'two men who happen to be roommates, wrestle a lot and share a bed. It's bad-ass.'
and ritchie himself has warned the shuddering masses that there will be a GAY twist - OH MY GOD RUN FOR THE HILLS!!
people are weird.
is gay the new v-j...'scuse the lame rhyme, but seriously, is this such a scandal that people will rush to see holmes make out with watson?
anyway now that ritchie's left his anti-muse, the wicked witch of the west, we might start seeing some of his good movie mojo again. hurrah. i did quite like his previous wares.
check out the sherlock holmes trailer here .