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Sunday, 03 December 2006 |
the bondage jukebox: the best bdsm music and bondage songs
A Mylene Farmer cd cover. I found a myspace tribute page to her. Her
music is like most 80's metal: easy
listening music with drums and distorted guitar. Lots of thick synth
pads, too ... kind of Enya with hairly legs, but in a good way. Mylene is
clearly endowed with amazing talents. A HUGE star in Europe.
One of may artists featured on the Bondage Jukebox::::
The French Madonna makes like Joan Jett crossed with Catherine Deneuve
in some of the most amazing bdsmy concerts you've never seen, in which
she prances in latex hobble dresses, steel-cage ponygirl attire and
other visual delights while cooing ethereal over a heavy-metal
soundtrack. She even managed to sneak a naughty song ("L'Histoire d'une
fÈe, c'est..." the last two words of which translate phonetically into
"fessee," French for spanking) onto the soundtrack for Rugrats In
Paris. (more on the flipflop)
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Saturday, 02 December 2006 |
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Saturday, 02 December 2006 |
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I am just posting this before I head out. I will be fleshing out, so to
speak, this post later. This site is supposed to be about music, art,
literature ... but I know what you really want to read about.
Sexual Consent the video.
I don't know who Dr. Ava Cadell is, but I first thought her
downloadable Sexual Consent form was a joke. But then I read
this:
Sexual Consent Form - Dr. Ava Cadell
All I can say is: Bring Back The Seventies.
Here is another article reaffirming my belief that biology trumps all. I touched much of this in my Salon.com article, The Gentlemanly Art of Spanking, some years back, but it is nice to hear from a woman, in a woman's voice.
How Feminism Ruined My Sex Life
An excerpt:
You know that stuff you’ve been reading in the girly magazines
that tell you that women like to be romanced with candlelit dinners
before you gently (gently!) make love to them by first giving them
hours of oral pleasure and then softly (oh so softly!) penetrating them
while staring lovingly into their eyes…always making absolutely sure
that they reach orgasm first?
Well, it’s all bunk.
Do you want to know what we really talked about when discussing
the best sex we ever had? We talked about our scraped knees and the
bruises on our backs where we were bitten in the throes of passion. No
one even mentioned that time you filled the bathtub full of rose petals
and blah, blah, blah. It was that time in the back seat of an old chevy
with our faces crudely pressed up against the window that got us
hot.
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Sunday, 26 November 2006 |
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This poor girl is in for a big surprise ... or, looking at her body language, maybe she got the surprise last night.
Many years ago, I was the member of a club that met on Tuesday
evenings. Mutual friends introduced me to an attractive, tall blonde
woman, whom I shall call T. I was immediately smitten.
It turned out that T was the coffee and snack person for the weekly
gathering, but didn't have a car. Naturally, I offered to pick her up
and drive her and the goodies to and from the meeting.
Over the next few weeks, we got better acquainted and my hopes for a
more intimate relationship were bouyed by our conversations about
music, the seventies, her claims that she was a total pervert ... you
know, the usual.
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Sunday, 26 November 2006 |
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Intellectual Whores Homepage
Home of the Ladder Theory in male/female relationships.
I can't remember how I found this site - so often the case, isn't it? But I periodically return for a laugh. This guy has given the nature of attraction a lot of
thought. And I must say that his theories and analyses of the the
ongoing situation are consistent with my own extensive experience and
observations over the years.
I have been both asshole and nice guy in years past. Nice guy (listens to her problems, is sympathetic, polite, etc.) almost without fail gets relegated to friend status. Asshole (showing up drunk once or twice a month and rapping loudly on her window after the bars close) gets welcomed into her warm bed.
Ladies:
You can protest all you want, but the facts are the facts.
I love his bit about what women say they care about but really don't: intelligence, sense of humor, honesty, sensitivity etc. ... I know ... that stuff counts ... later.
Not saying I agree with everything he says all the time, but the Intellectual Whores Homepage, but much of what he says rings true.
Salient excerpts from the site after the jump on the "Cuddle Bitch"— a place no man wants to go, and also on Beethoven's Fur Elise,
a brilliant analysis of how Louie von B probably used the same piece of
music to seduce countless countesses.
(Note to self: would this be disingenuous thing to do? Must ponder when time affords.)
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