The Porn...in a nutchelle ;)
I watched the movie Kinsey tonight. It is about a biologist who turns from the study of itty bitty fly-like-things to the study of human sexuality. He marries a young, supportive bride who stands by him even when she finds out he is homosexual. He studies men, women, sex offenders, murderers, everything else. Graphic depictions of sex, masturbation, orgasms, and the ugly verbs of the human body and human interactions are displayed.
Now, I am a rather flirtatious girl, and goodness knows I like to talk about sex on occasion, but I don’t quite think im old enough for this type of stuff. One character being interviewed had sex with over 200 animals, 600 ‘pre-adolescent’ boys, and (I think) somewhere around 300 ‘pre-adolescent’ girls. That type of thing makes me sick. I hate that people out there do that type of shit. It is unbelievable.
Nonetheless, the movie watching was interesting. I got in trouble for having a MALE in the house past mid-night. WOopdEe dO! Hargo and I think however, that it is a ridiculous rule to have boys out by 12 on a Thursday night. In essence, it pushed girls who have guy friends out of the house, and possibly into other situations they do not need to be in. Yes, cruel, but true. Yet, we think that while the sober drivers are out picking up drunk fucks from neighboring houses and apartments (until 3:30 am) we should be allowed to entertain sober and courteous gentleman.
On a complete side note, which pertains more to the first topic than the second, I was walking back from the gym yesterday morning when I realized something. I don’t think about sex as much in Indiana. Perhaps it is because I have no prospective courtiers that have made themselves known. Perhaps it is that I am still sort of interested in one fashion or another in a fellow who resides in California. Perhaps it is because I have allowed myself to be a single lady in a doubles world. I am ok with the single-ness, I just wonder if I am not leaving out something more. However, I sense that this will change dramatically when I find something or other to get my head wrapped up in, but for now, I am simply self obsessed.
In other news, minor heart attach patients are avoiding surgery by taking their medies longer. Who knew it would take a dutch scientist to discover that taking the drugs for longer than the standard 48 hours could prevent having to do bypass surgery and angioplasties…poor surgeons…theres a lot of years of schooling out the window. But that’s ok, McDonalds still provides an adequate number of people justifying those surgeries through high risk heart conditions. Woo for CNN.com.
And now, after my ever so uncontrollable rambling, I think I shall retire. I am going to the Kinsey museum tomorrow. Let us all hope it is a positive and rewarding experience.
Now, I am a rather flirtatious girl, and goodness knows I like to talk about sex on occasion, but I don’t quite think im old enough for this type of stuff. One character being interviewed had sex with over 200 animals, 600 ‘pre-adolescent’ boys, and (I think) somewhere around 300 ‘pre-adolescent’ girls. That type of thing makes me sick. I hate that people out there do that type of shit. It is unbelievable.
Nonetheless, the movie watching was interesting. I got in trouble for having a MALE in the house past mid-night. WOopdEe dO! Hargo and I think however, that it is a ridiculous rule to have boys out by 12 on a Thursday night. In essence, it pushed girls who have guy friends out of the house, and possibly into other situations they do not need to be in. Yes, cruel, but true. Yet, we think that while the sober drivers are out picking up drunk fucks from neighboring houses and apartments (until 3:30 am) we should be allowed to entertain sober and courteous gentleman.
On a complete side note, which pertains more to the first topic than the second, I was walking back from the gym yesterday morning when I realized something. I don’t think about sex as much in Indiana. Perhaps it is because I have no prospective courtiers that have made themselves known. Perhaps it is that I am still sort of interested in one fashion or another in a fellow who resides in California. Perhaps it is because I have allowed myself to be a single lady in a doubles world. I am ok with the single-ness, I just wonder if I am not leaving out something more. However, I sense that this will change dramatically when I find something or other to get my head wrapped up in, but for now, I am simply self obsessed.
In other news, minor heart attach patients are avoiding surgery by taking their medies longer. Who knew it would take a dutch scientist to discover that taking the drugs for longer than the standard 48 hours could prevent having to do bypass surgery and angioplasties…poor surgeons…theres a lot of years of schooling out the window. But that’s ok, McDonalds still provides an adequate number of people justifying those surgeries through high risk heart conditions. Woo for CNN.com.
And now, after my ever so uncontrollable rambling, I think I shall retire. I am going to the Kinsey museum tomorrow. Let us all hope it is a positive and rewarding experience.