Of course you deserve it, dear. I believe you.
But why on earth would I want you to no longer feel pain? Hell, why would I want you to be devoid of any feeling of any kind? (Including emptiness, on occasion.)… Read the rest “Break me until I no longer feel any pain from anything. I deserve it all.”
On a scale of 1-10, is it wrong up that I have severely romanticized the relationship between Al and Trixie and now want a relationship like that?
Okay I say this but then I remember the sad girl he replaces her with and I mean, she’s just fucking golden
Let me help you decide which you are.… Read the rest “”
I love a good gynecological exam. It’s like Disneyland for me. Girls getting splayed, poked, prodded, and inspected like cattle. A room full of equipment specifically designed to open them up and make them vulnerable. Holding their hands while the doctor lies and tells them “you’ll just feel a little pinch.”… Read the rest “”
… Read the rest “My Fetishes?”I’ve always been attracted to the sound women make when they’re feeling particularly small and ineffectual, but I didn’t have a name for it. MTV came to my rescue ten years ago, during a scene on Laguna Beach where two of the hotter, meaner girls were shopping, and one of them was making a kind of whimpering, whiny, squeak as she struggled to grasp an item on a high shelf.
I get asked about this a lot, and now that I’ve spent a while reacquainting myself with the things I (don’t) like, I can provide a reasonably accurate list of dos and don’ts for those of you stupid enough to try falling into my orbit.… Read the rest “How To Get Attention 1.1”
Julian Sands and Sherilyn Fenn in Boxing Helena, 1993
Dear god, she looked good in that. Goddamn.
Speaking of Boxing Helena, and thus Jennifer Lynch, this is where I offer my occasional recommendation that you hunt down a copy of her book, The Secret Diary of Laura Palmer.… Read the rest “”
Julian Sands and Sherilyn Fenn in Boxing Helena, 1993
Dear god, she looked good in that. Goddamn.
Speaking of Boxing Helena, and thus Jennifer Lynch, this is where I offer my occasional recommendation that you hunt down a copy of her book, The Secret Diary of Laura Palmer.… Read the rest “2-3-2:Julian Sands and Sherilyn Fenn in Boxing Helena, 1993 Dear god, she looked good…”
[CONTENT NOTE: Here be dragons.]
You’re confused, baby… I can tell. So just hush while I clear things up for you, okay? Good.
I’m sure you see my hard cock and you probably wonder, “Does my Daddy want to make love to me?”… Read the rest “Bad Timing”
O woman, o woman, I know what you’ve become.
I have seen what you will suffer, accept, and even consecrate, and I have beheld the obscenities you will bequeath to your daughters in the name of your sons. I have watched you gaze into the eye of fevered, frenzied hate and pluck from it the mote of love you need to live.… Read the rest “”
Every significant person in my life, at least once in 2018:
“Who are you?”
What’s funny is that half of them are old people wondering what the fuck I’m becoming, and the other other half are new people, wondering how the fuck I could have been anything else.
