Link salad
General stuff that I've been looking at/thinking about recently.
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In a 'discussion' about FaceBook on Twitter, Kyle Cook of matchbox twenty commented: "But I don't necessarily want to make small talk with random folks from my past".
Tweeted back to him: "FB=2 connect w/people u've known ur whole life but don't like; twitr=2connect w/ total strangers who u like".
Personally, for me, Twitter serves the function that MySpace once did: I keep track of my musicians. And a few actors/other celebrity types (George! :D). I don't follow people I actually know, I don't tweet, and I don't interact. It's strictly for information-gathering and entertainment purposes. The Matchbox guys have been an endless source of giggles in particular.
I don't have a Tumblr, nor do I plan to get one. It's basically a picture site. Any meaningful discussions are impossible to follow. Thus, I look at the pretty, and that's all.
FaceBook, well, the above quote pretty much sums up most of my thoughts on the site and handily explains why I never, ever want one. It creeps me the fuck out. *heebiejeebies*
All of which points to the conclusion that yeah, I haven't been posting much of late, but eljay is where I live, end of story.
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Boylesque! Men performing as burlesque acts. Non-ironically, and not as comedy. I approve. :D Also, check out what this guy can do vis-a-vis pole dancing. Holy shit. O_O
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gioiamia posted a link to The Boy Who Lived Forever, an article on Time.com about fanfiction. HP fic is used as the hook and explanation, but the article itself is inclusive. Also intelligent, well-researched, calm, and not at all condescending. Bravo!
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Fun little erotic D/s story, with a geeky!evil!domme - Cryptic.
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A surprisingly lovely little poem that's ultimately abut male beauty. From here; text under the cut (mildly MSFW).
The Connoisseuse of Slugs | Sharon Olds
When I was a connoisseuse of slugs
I would part the ivy leaves, and look for the
naked jelly of those gold bodies,
translucent strangers glistening along the
stones, slowly, their gelatinous bodies
at my mercy. Made mostly of water, they would shrivel
to nothing if they were sprinkled with salt,
but I was not interested in that. What I liked
was to draw aside the ivy, breathe the
odor of the wall, and stand there in silence
until the slug forgot I was there
and sent its antennae up out of its
head, the glimmering umber horns
rising like telescopes, until finally the
sensitive knobs would pop out the
ends, delicate and intimate. Years later,
when I first saw a naked man,
I gasped with pleasure to see that quiet
mystery reenacted, the slow
elegant being coming out of hiding and
gleaming in the dark air, eager and so
trusting you could weep.
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I was going to post more (i.e., more actual personal content) but the pumpkin hour approaches and I need sleep. Ni-night.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
In a 'discussion' about FaceBook on Twitter, Kyle Cook of matchbox twenty commented: "But I don't necessarily want to make small talk with random folks from my past".
Tweeted back to him: "FB=2 connect w/people u've known ur whole life but don't like; twitr=2connect w/ total strangers who u like".
Personally, for me, Twitter serves the function that MySpace once did: I keep track of my musicians. And a few actors/other celebrity types (George! :D). I don't follow people I actually know, I don't tweet, and I don't interact. It's strictly for information-gathering and entertainment purposes. The Matchbox guys have been an endless source of giggles in particular.
I don't have a Tumblr, nor do I plan to get one. It's basically a picture site. Any meaningful discussions are impossible to follow. Thus, I look at the pretty, and that's all.
FaceBook, well, the above quote pretty much sums up most of my thoughts on the site and handily explains why I never, ever want one. It creeps me the fuck out. *heebiejeebies*
All of which points to the conclusion that yeah, I haven't been posting much of late, but eljay is where I live, end of story.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Boylesque! Men performing as burlesque acts. Non-ironically, and not as comedy. I approve. :D Also, check out what this guy can do vis-a-vis pole dancing. Holy shit. O_O
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
gioiamia posted a link to The Boy Who Lived Forever, an article on Time.com about fanfiction. HP fic is used as the hook and explanation, but the article itself is inclusive. Also intelligent, well-researched, calm, and not at all condescending. Bravo!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Fun little erotic D/s story, with a geeky!evil!domme - Cryptic.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A surprisingly lovely little poem that's ultimately abut male beauty. From here; text under the cut (mildly MSFW).
The Connoisseuse of Slugs | Sharon Olds
When I was a connoisseuse of slugs
I would part the ivy leaves, and look for the
naked jelly of those gold bodies,
translucent strangers glistening along the
stones, slowly, their gelatinous bodies
at my mercy. Made mostly of water, they would shrivel
to nothing if they were sprinkled with salt,
but I was not interested in that. What I liked
was to draw aside the ivy, breathe the
odor of the wall, and stand there in silence
until the slug forgot I was there
and sent its antennae up out of its
head, the glimmering umber horns
rising like telescopes, until finally the
sensitive knobs would pop out the
ends, delicate and intimate. Years later,
when I first saw a naked man,
I gasped with pleasure to see that quiet
mystery reenacted, the slow
elegant being coming out of hiding and
gleaming in the dark air, eager and so
trusting you could weep.
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I was going to post more (i.e., more actual personal content) but the pumpkin hour approaches and I need sleep. Ni-night.