Friday, March 19, 2010
New Chapter
A new header ^^^^^^
A new profile picture >>>>>>>
A new attitude and direction.
Had a new date tonight. A yummy, yummy pilot. Sexy mother fucker. Articulate. Sexy. Funny. Smart. Handsome. And the man can eat a pussy! I cannot wait to fuck this man. After the flirting at the bar, the kissing at the bar and the groping at the bar…I could hardly contain myself. Check please! But I needed to get going…because I have shit-loads to do tomorrow AND I wanted to make him wait. I know. I’m a swinger. Making them wait doesn’t really matter…but it does. This guy can dig a seduction.
We get into the truck and start kissing…one thing leads to another and my pants are down by my ankles and his face is firmly planted in my crotch. He enjoyed smelling, tasting and feeling my pussy. I love a man who can enjoy the, true, scent of a woman. I was totally turned on. But I had to go and he had been up since 4 a.m., working…it was time to go. But with the distinct promise to get together again, VERY SOON. Yum.
AND I have a new date on Saturday night! Well, I’ve met this couple before and Saturday night is our first intimate date. Their names are Nancy and Frank. Nancy and I went shopping last week…and tried on lingerie together.
I’m really looking forward to our supper and our dessert. “Yes, I’d like the cute couple with chocolate sauce on the side – for dipping!”
Naturally, there will be details…
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
The Main Course
you think i want you for my lover?
that would be nice, don’t get me wrong, that would be… nice.
but really i would only be softening you up
for the main course
i would only be marinating you to be served at God’s table.
you see, i want your freedom
more than anything
more than your hands on my body
more than your breath inside me
more than your warm, deep kisses
you thought you could come to Kali’s house
and play with fire
without getting burned up
on the cremation grounds?
what were you thinking?
the Mother is dancing, naked, laughing,
bathed in ashes, grieving your death
while you are still here breathing.
She is celebrating your death,
while you are still clinging desperately
to all your ideas of who you are.
and you still think I want you for my lover.
Stupid! I want to mesmerize you with bliss
until you drop your guard for just a moment
until you slip for just a moment
into surrender
into surrender
for just a moment
and then I’ll pour what’s left of you
into God’s mouth
like the finest red wine
to wash down the meal
and you and God will be so happy then
like two lovers after hours and hours of love
punctuated by a perfect feast
prepared by the Chefs of Heaven
with warm tummys
resting entwined
engulfed devoured
happily exhausted
breathing together
like the waves
of the ocean
yes, you and God will be so happy then
that it will not matter what I did to get you there
you’ll forgive me,
laughing and crying all at once
for how I tricked you
you’ll forgive me for tricking you
into believing
i was just a woman who wanted you
for my lover
and you’ll know it’s true then–
i could never only want that
i could never only want that
because once you see
once you know
once you feel the bliss of God
you’ll know, that really,
all this human lovemaking is just…
well… it’s just for practice.
–Murshida VA
Monday, March 15, 2010
Look! Lady GaGa's Naked And We STILL Think She's A Man....
The whole Lady Gaga penis/hermaphrodite rumour has been going on since the pop tart popped out of her dress at a festival appearance last month, and whilst she might have hoped her latest music video might have quashed those rumours, she isn’t really so lucky.
At the start of her new nine minute music video with new BFF Beyonce, GaGa hauls herself onto the prison bars with her legs open for everyone to see, before a guard comments “I told you she didn’t have a dick.”
Now to folks watching, that might seem like the end of that debate and a new start for Lady GaGa being classed as an actual Lady; but look again, even though we see GaG’s getting up off the bed onto the bars, the body we see with splayed legs Doesn’t actually have a head… so how do we know it’s GaGa?
Presumably she made this video so that people like me would notice the obvious head omission and give her some more publicity, great – after all, GaGa doesn’t seem to care what people say, providing she get’s some newsprint… so TaDaa.
Now we’re really confused as to what to think, is GaGa trying her best t prove she’s not a man, or is she quite happy to let people make their own assumptions about her? It looks as though the question over whether she’s a Martha or Arthur remains to be answered…
Ruth. xx
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Sexually provocative music videos should be banned until after 9pm...
I am not a fan of the politically correct, do-gooder, outcrying, NIMBY type of parents who tend to think the government, telly, schools, big corporations and other institutions should raise their kids for them. However, this is not a post about them. This is a post about the group of
parents (Mumsnet) who have appealed for highly sexual materials to be “watershedded”. This new outcry is not regarding the usual, “in your face” sexual content but the sneakier ones… You know the hip-hop/RnB/pop/girl’s band music videos? More specifically the one where the nearly anorexic size 8 girls are wearing next to nothing? Even when it is not a macho hip hop/RnB music video where the highly muscled gun-totting so-called gangsta is smacking his biatches around, the girls have to have the most sexual, forget suggestive as subtlety has now disappeared, dance routines and outfits. The problem is, these videos are actually on all the time, you don’t even need to have a music channel. All you need to do is switch on to a non-music national freeview channel in the morning and there you have it.
I do not usually agree with parents trying to get the government or the institution of the moment to do their jobs for them, but it must be hard for a mum trying to induce some body confidence and a sense of self-worth into her teenage daughter. It must be even harder nowadays where we (women) are given such a high (unachievable) standard of beauty to measure to. The effects of the over sexualisation of women is pretty obvious: you only need to walk down a shopping centre on a Saturday afternoon and you’ll see what I mean. The girls whose thongs are showing out of their tight jeans, whose padded bright pink bras are visible through their low cut white t-shirt, whose hairs are highlighted blonde, straightened to death… Don’t be fooled, a lot of them are only 12. I am a huge advocate that a woman that has everything on display has a low self-esteem. The fact that you are flaunting everything all at once in one-go would usually betray that you sense you have nothing better to offer or nothing else worth noticing. I am talking about women… What drives a 12 year old to already think like that? If you want respect, start by respecting yourself: put some clothes on.
Click here to read the original article.
Click here to see a video of Justine Roberts, founder of Mumsnet.
Direct link to the Mumsnet campaign.
Oh, Cosmo.
When grocery shopping it is inevitable to find yourself at the checkout line — unless you’re a thief that gets in and out with the quickness. At said checkout line, you are bombarded with magazines: tabloids, health, cooking and other. I group magazines like People and Disney Adventures in “other” because they don’t interest me. But every once in awhile, there is that one magazine that glows like a beacon, willing you to stare at it and take in its utter stupidity.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you:
"How to Touch a Naked Man": Step 1: Get man naked. Step 2: Touch his penis. Step 3: THE END.
Cosmopolitan is adult version of Tiger Beat, if Tiger Beat focused on brow-beating women into having even lower self-esteem. From their airbrushed cover models (nothing new in the biz, as I just coined the magazine business) to the fluffy articles on makeup, interpersonal relationships and MEN!, Cosmo is the Carlos Mencia of pandering interchangeable creaky stereotypes to make you likable — damn that whole having a unique personality thing.
Anywho, the cover above makes me laugh for the same reasons that people somehow enjoy Jay Leno’s vacant brand of comedy. If you need a vapid magazine to teach you how to touch a naked man — and speaking for myself, I’m pretty easy — that you have somehow found yourself in his presence (I won’t ask on the account of any pending lawsuits you might have), perhaps you can find other resources to stare blankly at: books, friends, the internet, the local meter maid.
I don’t know who else could be buying these every month, but maybe they can give me 50 reasons why they want to have THE MOST MIND-BLOWING ORGASMS – IN BED!
Friday, March 5, 2010
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