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I totally want one of THIS PIC IS NSFW. It's the first dildo I've ever seen that makes me actually imagine myself using it on Dean some guy.

Not that it'll happen anytime soon or anything. I'm just saying.

Speaking of guys, I'm sure I'm the last person on the planet to get this, but pardon me while I bitch about something I find really annoying in the online personals ads: the number of guys complaining, even downright whining about how great they are, but they can't find a woman who is funny and smart and sweet. They talk about how they're not picky, they don't care about race or religion, and yet, the one must-have on their lists?

She has to be thin.

"Slim, slender, athletic, fit, toned" -- that's all I'm seeing. I'm as vain as the next person, and I admit, it's tough NOT to make a judgment call based on a person's posted photo. But the guys who describe themselves as being "a few pounds overweight"? Who don't have necks and who actually look like linebackers, without the muscle underneath? Yeah, you guys have a lot of nerve looking for some lollipop girl.

Especially if you're also using your ad as a platform to complain about how all the girls out there just want guys with bodybuilders' physiques.

I LOATHE hypocrisy. Even in myself.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

On another note, this weekend somehow turned out to be "RELIGIOUS-THEMED MOVIES" weekend. I grabbed Constantine, which is fucking awesome even if it does star that dork, Keanu Reeves; Gabriel, a low-budget Aussie production which went to some really cool places, philosophically speaking; and The Fountain, which, granted, was more about Hugh Jackman than anything else, and which I haven't watched yet. It remains to be seen if I decide that Hugh Jackman was worth the pretentiousness.

I also snapped up the incredibly cheesy and just all-around awful Bats: Human Harvest. I suppose that losing two hours of my life because I was sucked in by the hotness of David Chokachi is exactly what I deserve. Also, he's not so hot anymore. Somebody needs to tell him to lay off the weed, because man, he is looking pretty ragged. He had the best acting in the flick, but that's not saying much... everyone else seemed like they'd gotten their scripts the day before, and David had maybe had one extra day with his.

*eye roll*

There was another one, but I forget what it was. Something out of the horror camp, I think.

Damn. Eh, I can check when I get home.

ETA: I remember now! 30 Days of Night, with Josh Hartnett and some other people I didn't recognize. Half horror, half religious-- I picked it because it seemed like a good way to straddle the line between Bats and Constantine.

NOT AGAIN.

Mar. 21st, 2008 02:51 pm
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I was in the middle of an awesome dream this morning when the freaking alarm went off! Naturally, that meant that I *didn't*.

Why doesn't my alarm wake me up when I'm dreaming that I'm being chased by giant slugs? No, it beeps just when Dean is fucking me really good. And really, using a vibrator to finish up is just not the same as the dream memory of a warm, weighty body and slick, hard cock.

*sigh*

I don't even know why I have this tagged as "sex life". Not like I have one outside of my own mind these days.

*is bitter*
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Because [livejournal.com profile] algernon_mouse wanted them!

Based on the discussion we had in the comments of this entry in her LJ.

Don't come crying to me because you clicked on the cut tag before you actually read it!

*sigh*

The late eighties and early nineties were, as I like to call it, my experimental period in college. Several then-boyfriends preferred to accuse me of having the moral standards of the average alley cat, but everyone's entitled to his opinion . . . even if it's so drastically WRONG.

Something has seriously always pissed me off is the double standard for the sexuality of men versus women. A guy who goes out and has lots of one-night stands is a stud-- a chick who does the same thing is a slut. This provided me with the logical, if not the moral, justification for a lot of my subsequent behavior.

But mostly, a lot of my actions were an emotional response to the fact that my very first very serious boyfriend basically dumped me so that he could live the party lifestyle.

OW.

After I came out of what I now know was a pretty serious depression, but that we called "a nervous breakdown" back then, I decided that what was good for the gander was good for the goose, and boy, this goose was gonna have a fucking blast . . . literally and figuratively!

I'm not kidding. This is the story of my one-and-only threesome! )

Well, there you go, Mouse. You should be able to make an awesome story out of all that. Now get to the ficcin'!

*big grin*

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