Hogswatch in Brisbane needs you!
Gorgeous boy in red, scary woman in black
This was the conga line inspired by Ash requesting ‘Coin Operated Boy’ in Brisbane at the Amanda Palmer ninja gig. Such fun. I hadn’t been out of the house in days and this seemed like the perfect opportunity.
Aiden, Ash and I went to Southbank and had a look through the Gallery of Modern Art, particularly http://www.thisiscolossal.com/2012/01/yayoi-kusama-obiliteration-room/ the Obliteration Room by Yayoi Kusama and then had some lunch and did this and then swam afterwards. It was good. We got lost looking for where I’d parked the car afterwards (damn you, complete lack of direction!) but someone rescued us and although I got a little bit cranky I don’t think I ruined things completely.
The boys and I sang Coin Operated Boy all the way home.
I can just type whatever I want in here, can’t I?
Yes, I certainly can. Well, holy shit. I suppose it’s been out here all the time but I just didn’t get around to taking advantage of it. It’s only a matter of time before a complete bastard ruins things for me. Better get cracking, then!
http://freakytrigger.co.uk/sub/popular/ is something that I’ve loved recently. I’m so, so, so looking forward to it being continued. I know it will. I have faith. I had faith in Jean M. Auel and she wrote again, but holy shit that last book was bad. I have more faith in Tom.
http://www.rickygervais.com/thissideofthetruth.php Ricky Gervais fascinates me. I love him I hate him I love him. He makes my feet tingle.
http://ugliesttattoos.failblog.org/ I hate the fact that it’s Cheezburger and the fact that people do this to themselves and yet I can’t stop looking.
Okay, that’s a quick roundup of my pathetic online life. I sometimes do other stuff and think about other things too. Maybe one day it will be important and you will find out all about it. You. Yes, you. I’m talking to you, damnit. You followed the link, didn’t you? You think I don’t know you’re reading down here? Well, I was just hoping you would. It would be good. I don’t think anyone’s reading at all, actually. It’s mostly just shit, typed out on 22nd January, 2012. The first month already mostly over and all I’ve done is start a tumblr and start typing shit out willy nilly. So yay, thanks for following!
Masturbation.
I just read something really interesting on Metafilter (I’ll learn how to do links someday but until then http://www.metafilter.com/111855/I-was-a-fan-way-before-I-knew-it-was-underground) about the clitoris. It was absolutely incredible and it lead to another link which explained, finally and without reservation, what that bloody hymen is all about (here’s another inept link http://smartbitchestrashybooks.com/blog/where-is-the-hymen).
It’s made me think about my .. well, shit. I just sat there for about 2 minutes trying to think of what I mostly refer to my genitals as. Cunt doesn’t cut it. Pussy is ridiculous. I was thinking downstairs area but that’s just odd. Me vagoina. My vag. Sometimes I say cunt but it does have a harsh tone to it. Suck my clit, baby. Um.. I guess I mostly just refer to down there. I haven’t had to do it for far too long, I’m completely out of practice.
Anyway, as I’m thinking about pleasuring myself because there’s absolutely no-one on my radar right now, I’m mostly thinking how I can get myself off later tonight armed with my newfound knowledge of the extent of the clitoris’s reach. It’s all over the place down (and in) there.
When I first read this article my immediate thoughts were to do with female genital mutilation, probably because I’d only recently seen the movie ‘Desert Flower’ http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1054580/ based on a true story after having read other things over the years that immediately caused a spasm in my lower regions whenever descriptions of clitorises being chopped off have been brought up.
Just the whole thought of it. My clitoris was very important to me from a very young age. It didn’t have a name until I was given full access to ‘Everywoman’ http://www.ebooks.com/779522/everywoman/llewellyn-jones-derek/, a book that my Mum had bought and which I quickly took possession of as soon as I could get my grubby hands on it. I was very young, about 7 or 8. I loved it and pored over every page. It was incredibly informative. So many things didn’t make any sense until I reached the age when they became relevent. I still insist that there were ‘secrets’ that I wasn’t told when I turned 12-14.
It’s so excellent that the clitoris is so far reaching. So many ways to get off and the more that is learned about it, the more likely it is that women who have to have surgery on their reproductive organs will have surgeons who are aware of how important it is to be aware of what needs to be removed and what needs to be protected. And the more likely it is that it will be recognised by future generations that sex is not just about there, but also there and there and oh also up there over there around there ooh fuck yeah!
Maybe I’ll have sex again one day and get to try out different things based on this research. I hope so.
My Earliest Memory #93
I was about two.
I was wobbling about in the garage and tripped over my own feet and then face-first onto the towball of my Dad’s car.
I knocked out my two front teeth.
I can remember the pain a bit, but mostly what I remember is coming back from the dentist and feeling with my tongue the pulpy bit in my gums where my teeth used to be and holding my Mum’s hand.
I can remember my arm stretched above my head in order to hold her hand because I was so little.Submitted by Linda.
