Archive for December, 2009



December 24, 2009

I’ve been reading Jitterbug Perfume for a book club. I hated this book at the beginning but it grew on me as most books do. Periodically, Pan makes an appearance in the novel, infecting those around him with sudden sexual desire, nightmares and other strangeness. The victim would just be hanging out, doing whatever and suddenly feel lustful (and often ashamed of it). The book goes on about god knows what but this stuck with me.
When I feel like fucking, it’s incredibly urgent and overwhelming. Come on, let’s go screw something my libido screams FuckĀ  consequences, fuck whatever bullshit you’re doing right now, let’s go. Let’s go. Ugh, it’s always inconvenient – during work, before I go to bed, on the metro – but I have no choice but to deal with it. When I saw Black Snake Moan, I saw Christina Ricci pulling at that chain and was sorely jealous. There’s also a part in Dreamcatcher (the book) where Mr. Grey is incensed by his new body’s desire for a BACON SANDWICH WITH MAYO and indulges in excess. I think Jonesey had a hand in it…anyway he ended up sick. I often end up sick. After a whirlwind of physical indulgence I can’t imagine the motivation behind the urgency.

Only a few hours ago, I was depressed with a number of things. And now, with this possession, I can’t let those things bother me.


XXXMas Gift Giveaway

December 8, 2009

Only because it’s frickin awesome, I have to post this promotion for a kinky toy giveaway on Fetlife. I would kill really to have anything on this list of amazing items.


EH….or meh?

December 3, 2009

Being black, everytime I start dating someone new outside my race (which is extremely often) I can’t help but wonder if I’m being taken as some kind of novelty or what. This is certainly not unique to me however 9 times out of 10 I’m told “You know you’re the first black girl I ever…such and such”

In many cases, my race is linked to stereotypes – not necessarily the bad kind but just …how about inoffensive assumptions? Where am I going with this?

I’m starting to get involved with a non-black, non-Korean woman here who’s dated other black women before…exclusively I think. I didn’t really make anything of it until she asked me about these R&B artists I’d never heard of, then demanding “How is it possible you don’t know them?!” Why would I? Ask me about alternative rock or drum & bass and we might nod heads more often. I dunno, I guess it’s ok to assume I like R&B but then judging me harshly based on the fact that I don’t care for it yet am willing to listen is a little bit of a turn off. She demand-asked “Do you know any music at all?!” Well, I studied music for six and half years but that doesn’t count I guess. Sigh.

Whatever, I’m gunna fuck the shit out of her tonight.