It’s handy, knowing you don’t have to hurt her to make her lose control.
Galleries
Tell me, can you feel my abiding appreciation of your inalienable personhood throb each time it’s thrust in your mouth? Or is it all just a blurry, violent onslaught of respect from where you’re at?
Go through your collection of photos, and count how many times you’ve been photographed pointlessly flipping off the camera.
Multiply that number by ten, and you will have the approximate number of times I’d like to slap you for being such a clichéd piece of trash.
Making them cry is simply foreplay. It’s seeing them crawl back for more that feels good.
Better than good, really. It feels like being Jesus, or at least L. Ron Hubbard.
I’ll stop hitting you when you stop liking it.
Gone Girl
[SPOILERS for Gone Girl]
Gone Girl was better than I expected, in unexpected ways.
There aren’t enough clear-eyed, female sociopaths in movies or television. We’ve got fuck-tons of crazy bitch characters, certainly, and countless man-eating succubi; in recent years, we even have a growing collection of AARP-eligible she-monsters, out to rip a hole in the world.… Read the rest “Gone Girl”
I watched Into The Woods this weekend, which generated these thoughts:
- Johnny Depp leverages his career investments better than any actor on the planet. Aside from the goings-on at The Viper Room, he spent most of the ’90s as a pretty, vulnerable, quasi-sexual weirdo, building up a massive stockpile of quirky good will, which he now uses to infuse his array of murderous barbers, hateful chocolatiers, drunken pirates, bizarre racial stereotypes, and child predators with what would normally be an incongrous hint of harmless whimsy.
That Glow
Pride shines brightest on the faces of those with the least of it.
I can’t help being this cuddly; it’s in my nature.