See this icon? This was my face last night ( Read more... )

After a rather...emotional morning, I went to work and actually had quite a good time. One of the Friday night girls is cute as a button, and...actually, so is the other one. I heard amusing rumours about the worker that everyone hates (there is always one); she is planning to kick up a stink about some extra supervisor shifts I'm in line for. ( Read more... )

Mmmmmmmmmm...bad French porn on the flat network ( Read more... )

I have been arguing with the Rock DJ about my last post. He claims that the Devil is an inherently cooler dildo than the Grim Reaper. I say: anyone can fuck Satan; sin is sexy and sex is sin. Not just anybody has the balls[1] to shove Death up their pussy. Defiance, dammit! It's life-affirming! The Devil dildo is just sacreligious, and these ( Read more... )

It strikes me that shoving the Grim Reaper into any orifice is the ultimate defiance, that grand "fuck you" to death that characterises much of the human race. Death becomes life-affirming; its image transformed into something to be used and controlled. Even the phrase 'sex toy' belittles death. Lo, the Grim Reaper as dildo; we have made it our ( Read more... )

Today, I have thrown away many a pair of socks (and I mean many, possibly fifteen to twenty) and a busted vibrator/clit stimulator. Awesome. They looked so cute in the rubbish bag together ( Read more... )

Masturbating in bed with the sound of hail on a thin roof...

I don't know. Something about the storm was really getting me off the other night. Mmmmm, baby.