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it's a dark, grey afternoon, raining on and off, and I'm feeling contemplative after reading this article about shame, porn, and max hardcore's recent release from prison. it's pleasantly neurotic which is a nice vibe, I was reminded today that it's rosh hashannah. happy new year.
I did a confession for beautiful agony this afternoon, we talked about our fantasies. I got unprofessionally turned on. We talked about how we can never have our fantasies come true because if they became real they wouldn't be fantasies anymore and we felt a little sad about that. the shared sadness made me want to kiss him. maybe I was sad and he was only a little confused, maybe he stopped being real to me when I started fantasizing about him. I'm writing something about sex, a fantasy for Aven and Gala. I intended to write something aggressively horny, hard, monosyllabic with quick little slicks and wiggles. Maybe I still will. Or not, maybe better even something uneasy and vulnerable to the point of discomfort. I feel like pushing. It was meant to be about taking but maybe today I'm more interested in taken, being taken, loss of place. The bottomless feeling of orgasm denial, the placelessness of being blindfolded, lifted, transported, left.
Post-exhaustion when the polish is chipped and the lights go back on and the condom is tired on the nightstand and we know that what we did was too real to be sexy but there's something hot about that, the after-sad, the skin that isn't well lit.
Hmm.
do you think about your own fantasies? do you like them? do they bring you shame? do you like your shame, do you search yourself deeply... are you tinged with violence? are you honestly this romantic? Do you get what you need out of your sexuality? let's masturbate to the images of our own moral grey areas. isn't that what we've been doing all along anyway?
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Happy new year
Rap would be a good vehicle for the aggresively horny and hard.
For better or worse he's married to the game, he'll fuck you for christmas, his dick is a curse, forget the earth, he's got the urge, to pull his dick from the dirt, and fuck the whole universe.
Haven't got a clue what it means but it sounds good and could inspire a totally sexual rhyme that could drift off from there to be as horny and dirty as you want it to be, perhaps trying different rythms and tempos.
My dark and uncool fantasies I compare to my non sexual dark and uncool fantasies. I like watching disaster movies and science fiction is usually pretty violent or horrific and I'm fine with it. It's just fantasy. Where as the new 9/11 footage that seems to appear every year makes me cry. It's horrible.
Fantasies can inspire the real and we're not trying to act out the impossible, we're still in a fantasy, being creative.
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