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Rob Says, "Music, Sex, What's The Difference?" Print E-mail
Saturday, 02 December 2006
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. 

 
Christianity and Science Fiction of Cordwainer Smith by James Jordan Print E-mail
Monday, 15 January 2007

Discovering the writings of Corwainer Smith in the early 1970's was a life-changing revelation. At that time, neither his one novel, Norstrilia, nor any comprehensive compilation of his incredible short stories were in print. For years, I would scour used bookstores in search of his stories, finding one of his stories in this or that compilation, in print, not in print, whatever. Needless to say, his writing had a profound effect on me and I have striven to create worlds, in music and art and words, as strange, as haunting, and, I hope, as full of love as his works, amidst the weirdness. Not that I come close in that regard: but one must aim high. Smith's stories do not grow old. Interestingly, although he was almost unknown 25 years ago, he is regularly deemed the most influential science fiction writer of all time now. I recommend his books, Norstrilia and The Rediscovery of Man without hesitation.

Illustration: The Bulbous Worlds from my novel Flapping. 

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From 1950 to 1966, stories appeared in mainstream science fiction magazines by an author named "Cordwainer Smith". From the first to the last, these stories were acclaimed as among the most inventive and striking ever written, and that in a field specializing in the inventive and the striking. Their author was a very private man who did not want his real name to be known because he did not want to be pursued by SF fans. It was only after his death in 1966 that more than a handful of people knew that "Cordwainer Smith" was in real life Paul M. L. Linebarger.

by James B. Jordan Copyright © 1991 Originally published in Contra Mundum No. 2 Winter 1992
Paul Myron Anthony Linebarger

Paul Linebarger was born in 1913, the grandson of a clergyman. His father, an eccentric man, had served as a Federal District Judge in the Philippines, but had left this post to work full time for the cause of the Chinese republican reformer Sun Yat Sen, who became Paul's godfather. Paul Linebarger grew up in the retinue of Sun Yat Sen, for his father stayed with Sen during his exile in Japan and throughout his career in China. 

 
Kathy I'm Lost I Said, Though I Knew She Was Sleeping Print E-mail
Friday, 16 March 2007

David Bowie sings Simon and Garfunkel's "America." "Changes" at rehearsal in 1976.

 

 
The Big Apple Topless Print E-mail
Friday, 06 April 2007

I forget how I found photographer Jordan Matter's site, "Uncovered: Busting Out in the Big Apple," but who cares, now that I think about it!? We just like pictures of naked girls ... uh ... I mean ... women.

One finds, much to one's delight, all shapes, sizes, and ages of women cavorting topless in various locales around the city.

Funny, sweet, and beautiful. All of them.

 

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"I had a meeting with a casting director from LA. Without a glance at my headshot or resume, and not even a decent introduction, this stranger looks at me, all 5 feet and two inches, 125 pounds ofme and says,'You need to lose twenty or gain thirty because where you are right now, I can't do a thing with you.' A bit thrown, but not wanting to be rude, I asked,'Can you elaborate on that?' To which she replied,'Your face says ingenue, but it wouldn't quite work, and I can't put you as fat best friend because you are not exactly fat.'" --Katy, On Broadway
Jordan Matter on his work: "This is a collection of photographs featuring bare-breasted women in public around New York City, often presented with interviews exploring the issues of body image and sexuality in America today. The informal and humorous nature of these images celebrates women without sexualizing or objectifying them, while creating the illusion of a tolerant world in which shirtless women go casually about their lives."

"The magazine racks are filled withwomen basically naked. When I get dressed to go out, I wear things that are basically showing my boobs anyway. It's not trashy. Everybody does it." -Julia, on the subway.
 
time to sing...

Start spreading the news
I'm leaving today
I want to be a part of it, New York, New York
These vagabond shoes
Are longing to stray
And make a brand new start of it
New York, New York
I want to wake up in the city that never sleeps
To find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap
These little town blues
Are melting away
 
Frank Sinatra, New York, New York 
 
Thank you girls! 
[more pics on the flip-flop] 
 
The Baseball Cap/Premature Ejaculation Connection Print E-mail
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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