September 2011
2 posts
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He Pulls Himself Up By His Bootstraps
ekstasis:
“I went back in time to write this for you. How could you forget?” he said.
“I don’t know,” she said.
August 2011
5 posts
What question have you never been asked?
Triptych
And every night I fret
In a bed too fraught With error: My fervor. My fever. My forever. Your nerve. Your no. Your never.
from Triptych, by Jill Alexander Essbaum
How to name what is unnameable.
The long road of history right up till now....
– Unknown Presence by Clarence Major : The Poetry Foundation
I am so beautiful, sometimes people weep when they see me. And it has nothing to...
– Margaret Cho (via captainporkerella)
July 2011
15 posts
Morality is a hindrance. We limit ourselves because of our perception of social...
– Soooz Says Stuff: The Relevance of Sex in Literature in 2011
Sal said she chose me because I started quoting Henry Miller when I put my...
– Games Perverts Play
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I’ve been playing with Ray Kurzweil’s Cybernetic Poet (much thanks to William Ball for the link) almost compulsively for the past few days. I assumed when I first heard of it that it’d generate poetry on its own—which it does, in a wacky kind of way. Input a line in the word processor (which is barely functional on my system, so tread carefully when doing anything other than...
Echoes
There is a timbre of voice that comes from not being heard and knowing you are not being heard noticed only by others not heard for the same reason.
The flavor of midnight fruit tongue calling your body through dark light piercing the allure of safety ripping the glitter of silence around you dazzle me with color And perhaps I won’t notice till...
I feel like making love; past my sense of self, past the worry of the day.
Bring an end to the night, bring me sleep.
The Poems of Goethe
The book is here.
I love Open Library and the IA.
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[V]aried thinking and writing are assuredly impossible unless we possess a...
– Foerster & Steadman “Variety.” Writing and Thinking
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We believe that the reduction of the citizen to an object of propaganda, private...
– Robert M. Hutchins December 1, 1951
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[Albert Camus’] definition of an intellectual, written when he was twenty-two would do credit to a sage:
An intellectual is someone whose mind watches itself. I like this, because I am happy to be both halves, the watcher and the watched. ’Can they be brought together?’ This is a practical question. We must get down to it. ’I despise intelligence’ really means:...
Everything in the world is all fucked up, and there’s no fucking, but who the hell cares? The overriding feeling is fuck you. I need you now like a hole in the head. Not that I gave a fuck about fucking in the first place. With or without my cock inside you I was yours, your property. and I existed only to please you. But if it pleases you to make the world a hell-hole, then...
June 2011
15 posts
I ate half a pizza.
I’m worn out.
I have a benign tumor; surgery tomorrow.
On the upside, I get pizza for breakfast.
I’m fine, but bored.
It’s amazing how much inessential crap you can edit out of a post.
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Æsthesia
I wanted today to be golden, with a haze of rice paper wrapping over the morning, transparent and sensitive to a breath, a dream I walked upon. Wanting it enough would bring it about, but I couldn’t find enough desire.
Dismay is the detritus of yesterday.
10 Cute Stories Of Kids Supporting The Gays →
Sometimes you need to read or hear things like this.
Find me!
For my friend, and anyone else who cares to: add me on GoodReads.com
Yes, that’s my awesome avatar. ; )
Excerpt from "Cunt" by Inga Muscio →
mickyalexandria:
“Our society creates a hospitable climate for cuntpower to be generated into profits amassed by large corporations. Pharmaceutical and feminine hygiene companies, plastic surgens and weight-loss centers are designated to care for our bodies in our stead. We learn to rely on…
I really love this book. You should read it if you haven’t already. Go to GoodReads right...
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Excerpt
Making you come and watching you, feeling you tense and shake while my lips draw every tremor and wave of ecstasy out of you and make you part of me.
A closing; the rest I gave to you when you fell out of the gray night, unexpected and welcome.
if you do not cry out in writing or sing in writing, then don’t write, because...
– Anaïs Nin (via deltafoxtrot)
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Quiet masturbation and then sleep. I’ve no one to hang my hat upon tonight. Slow and wishful will be the theme. I can hear the slender threads of traffic sketching thin lines of harmony through my window. It’s enough. Barely. But it’s enough tonight.
4.
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Text analysis is fun. →
Personal entry on 750 Words. Word cloud. Introversion. Pie charts. How fun is that?
May 2011
6 posts
2 tags
T.
Remembering one moment, long past: My legs wrapped around your waist, your hip nestled against the cleft of my lips. My hand flowing from your shoulder to the small of your back, the other slipping between our flesh to cup your mound, feeling the heat of you pulsing lightly against the heart of my palm. Your shudder…and mine.
Rated…most likely, just a 6. It was too long ago, for both of...
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“Gender is social,” explained researcher Jennifer K. Bosson in the journal Current Directions in Psychological Science. “Men know this. They are powerfully concerned about how they appear in other people’s eyes, and the more concerned they are, the more they will suffer psychologically when their manhood feels violated. Gender role violation can be a big thing, like...
A soul is light when full,
heavy when vacuous.
My soul is light. She is not...
– Vera Pavlova, from “I am in love, hence free to live” (translated by Steven Seymour)
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And there was no time nor life nor death, but only this, this timeless...
– D.H. Lawrence, The Rainbow
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Onymity
Even my spell check doesn’t recognize it. Nor onymous, which (no matter how much it brings to mind a baleful Die Fledermaus) is merely the opposite of anonymous.
I’ve slapped my name on everything these past six or seven years. But the last two, I’ve fallen silent for the most part. I find it daunting, for the first time in a long time, to know that people are reading what I...
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Paramnesia
Stretched out on the lounge, letting the fan cool me.
Thinking of shared fantasies, small tidbits from innocuous conversations that spark the imagination and ignite my core.
I savor it, letting my fingers roam but restraining myself. I know that I want it fast, hard, but I also want it to go on and on. And so I keep myself at the edge with the brush of a fingertip, the slow, lazy curl of a...
July 2010
1 post
Obligatory Acknowledgement of My Time Away →
I was going to just go ahead and start writing again. Mostly because I believe that very few people are still subscribed to the feed, but a good part is because I wasn’t sure what to say. Since you…
March 2010
1 post
This is awesome. :D
Totally awesome.
What’s one thing people don’t know about you that they might be surprised to find out?
cyberczar:
I consider myself to be like 99% gay. (I don’t think people can be 100% gay or 100% straight anyway). But that’s not it. What I think people might find surprising is that I have a thing for futanari and shemales. I find them both incredibly sexy. Like the perfect...
December 2009
1 post
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People want to see me as tragic with all the [casual sex] and drug-taking…...
– George Michael says he smokes seven joints a day, has casual sex twice a week
July 2009
1 post
Cartoons aren't what they used to be →
Actually, I think my cartoons (say twenty to thirty years old) really are what they used to be: terrible, stilted, and trite. That may be why some of them sound like bad hentai. And quite possibly…
March 2009
4 posts
I had sex for breakfast →
It was freakin’ amazing.
Sometimes you just want to tell everybody you see. When I was in college (but not on campus) I tried that once. As amusing as it sounds, it was really only funny to me…
Words of Wisdom & Wishing →
© jadytron.
I do a lot of laughing during sex.
(Now that I’ve actually written that out, I can see a bunch of ways that that admission can be taken badly. Fear not: it’s never…
I Heart Steampunk and Cthulhu Bondage Masks →
And you should, too. Thanks to my rant over the lack of streampunk in porn, a few people pointed me in a direction I hadn’t previously considered: bondage. Hoods and masks aren’t…