Feminist porn?
I just read an article about feminist porn. I must admit I was a little disappointed, when I realized that this, just like “ordinary” porn, was just about women. Naturally that’s fine for those who are into women, but not that much fun for me. I’d like to see some ‘gay’ porn for women. You can never get enough of cute guys together. If anyone would like to start making a couple of those movies, I’d be happy to write the script. That’s a promise. đŸ˜‰
Very funny movie about Second Life
I just saw a really funny little movie about how to survive Second Life. If you’d like to take a look, you’ll find it here
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And the Cat said…
(I know this is old, but it’s so funny, I can’t help post it again.)
1. Thou shalt not jump onto the keyboard when thy human is on the computer.
2. Thou shalt not unroll all of the toilet paper off the roll.
3. Thou shalt not project hairballs from the top of the refrigerator.
4. Thou shalt not sit in front of the television as if thou art invisible.
5. Thou shalt not jump onto thy sleeping human’s bladder at 3 a.m.
6. Thou shalt not reset thy human’s alarm clock by walking on it.
7. Thou shalt not trip thy humans, even if they are walking too slowly.
8. Thou shalt not push open the bathroom door when there are guests in thy house.
9. Thou shalt not jump on the toilet seat just as thy human is sitting down.
10. Thou shalt attempt to show remorse when being scolded.
Bitter and disappointed
These days I find it hard to rouse myself from my apathy. I’m beginning to realize that this is how my life turned out. There’s no hope at all that I’ll be able to work things out now. It’s too late, or rather, considering the sort of person I am, there was never any chance. I used to be angry with myself for failing all the time. Now that I’ve thought long and hard about it, I know that there was never any way I could have ended up anywhere other than here. With my personality, I would have ended up this way even if I had another chance.
Another chance… You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to turn the clock back and still have time, still have a future. If there was any way I could get that, that’s what I’d do. No matter what little change I might be able to to make to my life, it won’t make up for ending up like this.
I’m even beginning to think I was lucky to get seriously ill and nearly die. It made me think that was why I’m such a failure. But that wasn’t it. It was just the way I was.
Yes, I am bitter and disappointed. It hurts to know that nothing will change. My life is going to continue like this, or get worse. I don’t know how other people live with this, but I handle it badly.
Then it hit him…
Found this on a news site:
With regard to gay sheikhs some years ago a young friend of mine went to work at his uncles company in one of the Emirates. He was introduced to the local sheikh, and carefully remembered the greeting the sheikh gave him in Arabic so he could use the form when meeting other dignataries. It was only after he had been using the phrase for a few days that somebody translated it for him, and he realized why everybody had looked at him so strangely when he repeated the sheikh’s greeting to them. The translation of the phrase was “Mm, you do have a lovely arse.”
Reminds me of another similar story. One of my mom’s colleagues was married to (still is, I presume) an engineer who worked a lot in Saudi Arabia, Yemen, United Arab Emirates etc. This guy was a real jerk, and I couldn’t stand him. Anyway, he told his wife the following story from his work. The guy in charge of the workers referred to their crew this way: “Those guys, all they do is f***.” And my mom’s colleague’s husband thought to himself. “Funny. I didn’t think there were any women on site.” Then it hit him… “Oh, right. Duh.” When I heard this, I couldn’t stop laughing.
Tomboys
I just read an interesting article about tomboys. It opened my eyes about a lot of things. Primarily one. I wasn’t a tomboy. Here I was believing myself to be one, and I wasn’t. Apparently, while I hate pink and frills and preferred to be friends with boys, I still like dresses – simple but pretty ones – and I like wearing my hair sort of semi-long. I’m looking forward to becoming a mother and of course – I love guys – not just as friends, but in every way.
What does that make me? A girl, albeit a less girly one? Of course in a way, this is great news. I’ve always felt I had as much right to be a girl, as all the pink, frilly ones. Just my type of girl, not theirs. And it seems I always was.
In fact, I think everyone should be who they feel comfortable being (naturally as long as they don’t hurt anyone else), without having to adopt one label or other. Genetically, we are one sex or another. As individuals, we’re just who we are. We should dress how we like too. Everyone looking exactly the same is such a bore.
The writer of the article suggests that these days no woman has to imitate men to achieve what she wants. I think we could go one step further – today it’s probably a requirement that women wear provocative, ‘feminine’ clothes or even pose in the nude to get anywhere. That’s sad. But everything else seems to be quite good, so I guess I shouldn’t complain.
