Trying to take my sexual life in my own hands is still difficult ( Read more... )

Then again, it might just be a mix of all the little coincidences that have so far occurred this month and my ever increasing focus on my project for NaNoWriMo that makes me feel like that. It just feels like I'm slowly turning into him or being possessed by him, something I haven't felt since I wrote "The White Parade" five years ago. It's hard to ( Read more... )

( The section in which I talk about sex and stuff. )

Of which this is not one, but it's really too sweet not to post.

Get ready. Put some warm-brown-linoleum on the kitchen and hang a pair of red common curtains on the windows at night. Get some kind of a cheap common comfortable armchair for your lazy lover. Do this above all, darling, as I shall not quit that kitchen for a whole week after I ( Read more... )

Slowly but surely, I am typing up what I've written so far of my NaNo project, but I'm hopped up on Mountain Dew and my brain gets to wandering. Coincidentally, it's wandered over to the Cosmopolitan magazine's website and it collection of beyond-ridiculous sex tips.

Though before I get to the Cosmo stuff... The Miyazaki lecture on Sunday at the ( Read more... )