archives for March 2004
how to get terrible things done to you by wonderful people
Saturday 27 March 2004 | I like a cookie
I can’t not somehow procure and read a book with a title like When Someone You Love Is Kinky—how much less the wonderful subtitles for The Topping Book and The Bottoming Book, respectively: Getting Good at Being Bad; and How to Get Terrible Things Done to You by Wonderful People. Or the poetically yclept Screw […]
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the ethical slut
Saturday 27 March 2004 | I like a cookie
Dossie Easton, a San Francisco therapist, has been an active sex radical since 1961. While she is a well-known bottom, Dossie also tops, and has taught dozens of classes on S/M techniques, skills and philosophy. She was one of the first members of the Society of Janus in San Francisco, and has been a leader […]
it’s really sad that I find this as engrossing as I do
Saturday 27 March 2004 | someone left a cookie
but such is my state of mind that I spend twenty minutes reading about the five Latin declensions and the correct plural of penis and then writing a long reply to the Film Critic’s lengthy missive of the night before, him having effected some miraculous recovery of himself, whether through great gustation of chocolate or […]
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well, that happened
Wednesday 10 March 2004 | I like a cookie
[Warning: adult content, though possibly not nearly as racy as Gay Vampire Porn.]
So after about two and a half hours of flagrant, torrid necking &c., the Film Critic and I, who both needed to pee, clambered into the front seat of the Honda. The moon was as bright as the sun, and all the windows […]
on ne bloggez pas
Wednesday 10 March 2004 | I like a cookie
Here I am in the computer science room between the library and the media center of our old alma mater, writing Mandarin. It’s all too weird already, or this would be the weirdest thing today. I’ve walked from Granby and wandered around campus, staring at all the new buildings, at all the girls who look […]
in the midst of the ten thousand things . . . .
Monday 8 March 2004 | I like a cookie
The Film Critic besottedly sends me a link to The Center for Nonverbal Studies. As Holmes is quoted on the opening page, “I can never bring you to realize the importance of sleeves, the suggestiveness of thumbnails, or the great issues that may hang from a bootlace.” And as the Film Critic says, “I’m hoping […]
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une petite pensée amusante
Wednesday 3 March 2004 | I like a cookie
Do you know how our college song went, at Girton? Really wonderful stuff:
we are Girton
nobody likes us
we don’t care
Gotta love that can-do, power-of-positive-thinking, UK/DDR attitude!
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and now the contents of the envelope
Wednesday 3 March 2004 | I like a cookie
1. Mandarin sent me pale luminous wavery skycolored mirrored hearts! She hearts me!
2. She sent me a hilarious cartoon about the vodka cooler (could she possibly swing a placement in that office setting?).
3. She sent me two PC Vey book cartoons—I may copy these for M.’s book clerkly amusement.
4. She sent me a Roz Chast […]
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babelfish
Wednesday 3 March 2004 | I like a cookie
Which is where I’ve been spending some of my infrequent hahahahaha online time lately, trying to decipher various verbs the Film Critic sends me which I don’t recognize and neither does my crappy little travel dictionary (the proper useful one’s in storage). This morning’s offering:
Qui suis-je? et qui es-tu? sommes-nous ensemble et si non, pourquoi […]
