This. And every time I talk about sex with women/think about having sex with women/think about women, I feel like I am a thirteen-year-old boy. I like boobies way too much.
Every time I describe my sexual encounter with a girl, I feel like I am describing a thirteen-year-old boy’s porno fantasy.
It’s awkward.
This is probably one of my favorite moments of the entirety of the show’s run. Not because of the blindfold and all the other kinky stuff they engaged in. It’s more of how sweet their secrecy was and how playful they were in a fairly precarious situation.
From trilbygrey:
Have you seen this image? I think it may give you pleasure.
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Um…um. It uh…it did that. Thank you.
I need to go, um, handle some…stuff now…
I recently watched and enjoyed Eyes Wide Shut. It’s bad that I wish this entire montage of scenes would’ve lasted much longer. (And that they could’ve done without some of those cheesy masks and the cult shit.)
PS: Nicole Kidman’s a babe.
@Eyes Wide Shut – Stanley Kubrick
“Dear Diary: Heather told me she teaches people "real life.” She said, real life sucks losers dry. You want to fuck with the eagles, you have to learn to fly. I said, so, you teach people how to spread their wings and fly? She said, yes. I said, you’re beautiful.“ From the film Heathers.
My Simian Mobile Disco phase coincided with me coming to terms with my sexuality. So, naturally, when I found this video, my theories were confirmed. (Not to mention I totally set to plotting how to get this to happen.) And, while I’m totally nostalgic, I can only imagine the sleazy conversation, probably over some pizza and beer, that went on when they were writing the treatment.
“So, okay, it’s a bunch of girls at a party. And they’re sitting in a circle and they are playing telephone. And then…they all just start makin’ out, man.”
Which is fine by me, but apparently this is the UK version. The US version has a bunch of models on pedestals eating junk food and luxury items and then vomiting until their faces get all disfigured. Social commentary aside, why the hell did my country pass up girls making out at a party for a really creepy video with ralphing models?
Oh, America. You don’t make a lick of sense.
You’ve made me proud, New York.
Confession: When I was young, I used to draw pictures of women tying each other up. I kept them in a notebook. I have since misplaced said notebook. I hope this isn’t the kind of thing that will inopportunely turn up.
Cover of “Escape Into Bondage 2” art by Eric Stanton 1962
Dear Woman with the Sexy Sleeve,
Clearly this entire dispute could have been avoided if your bottom bitch had asked nicely before taking one of your cupcakes. I can see it missing from the container. I can also see the messy girl left a little bit of frosting on the table.
I imagine you’re probably browsing the market now for a new slut. I have some wonderful references who can confirm that a) I won’t steal your cupcakes and b) I won’t make a mess. This is mostly because I will be eating said cupcakes off of you, provided you grant me permission.
As a bonus, I also am classy enough to avoid making the cupcake-muffin-vagina joke that’s begging to be made from that. But, yes, I’ll eat your muffin, too.
Thank you for your time and attention. You’ll find my resumé and references attached.
Sincerely,
Ivy
I have always liked that particular gesture. Bend her over and grab her cunt — “Mine!”.
