Archive for May, 2008

What would Freud say about all this?

May 30, 2008 Leave a comment

In this page out of Sandman: The Doll’s House, the female character, Rosie Walker, says, “Say, whoever you are. Do you know what Freud said about dreams of flying? It means you’re really dreaming about having sex.”

To which Morpheus, Sandman, and Lord Shaper of Dreams, replies, “Indeed? Tell me, then, what does it mean when you dream about having sex?”

I had the most vivid dream last night. And it was about having sex. This dream, however, has stood out in my mind, probably partially because of the lack of any actual sex, and the fact that it feature one of my girl friends. And the fact that we were sharing one guy.

One scene out of the numerous dream-scenes I remember especially clearly was that I rode this guy, helpfully condomed, on top, and I could feel my orgasm cresting with each undulation of my hips. I’ve no memory of who the guy was, but he was thick and hard, and that was all that mattered because I was coming in shallow gasps.

But, no, even that was not the most memorable part of the dream, because it soon cut to my friend’s turn with the guy. And, it still fills my head and my ears to remember it now, they both tore at each other, rough and loud and panting. I watched, awed, as the guy thrust his hands into my friend’s pussy, stretching it and manhandling her, while she moaned for more, harder, faster. It was disturbing, grotesque, but I couldn’t turn away.

And then she is gone, in a room somewhere with another guy, and I am inexplicably filled with a deep and brooding envy, because I want to be in that room. I wander aimlessly around the giant house of endless rooms, ending up in one vaguely reminiscent of my kitchen at home. And here things get even funkier, as dreams often do, because I am suddenly determined to make Jell-O with another friend who has appeared in the kitchen. We mix the powder and add pieces of fruit, but I want it to be sparkling Jell-O, and add flattened seltxer water and Sprite in the attempt.


Categories: dream, fantasy, sex

Subway photoshoot with a twist

May 23, 2008 1 comment

A friend recently showed me images from this French photographer, Jam Abelanet, who had French authorities in a huff over his latest photoshoot in a subway, where some of the nude models were shot in the subway with passengers obviously visible. The one below is one of my favorites.

Categories: art, links, news

May 22, 2008 Leave a comment

This rant/article, titled “Just fucking fuck me, already,” was on reddit awhile back, but it’s a good one to reread every once in a while. The writer just has such a…way with words. Here’s a snippet:

3. Most women like to be fucked, and fucked well. Yes, there are women out there who want to “make love” every time – sweet, gentle, rocking love with lots of eye contact and loving kisses. Those women are not the majority. The majority like to be pounded. The majority like to have their hair pulled. The majority like a good, solid jackhammering. When a woman is bucking wildly against you, it’s not because she wants you to pull back and slowly swirl your cock around her vagina like you’re mixing a cake batter up there. It’s because she wants you to hold down her arms, or grab her hips, or push her legs above her head, and fuck her harder. Don’t be too afraid of what this means as far as gender equality goes – I am a raging feminist bitch, but I still want to be penetrated like you are planning on fucking my throat from the inside out.

Roof Sex

May 17, 2008 2 comments

We watched this in my Advanced Animation class yesterday. Poor kitty!

Using Stop-motion techniques.

Categories: Uncategorized

of mice and men

May 16, 2008 Leave a comment

I dreamt last night that I was charged with taking care of a furry handful of baby mice. There were maybe half a dozen of them, and they were still too young to open their eyes. I held them, or let them crawl around, in the back of an old car. At one point, and for reasons I don’t remember (or weren’t revealed), they were all tranquilized, and curled up into tiny furballs the size of marbles. I remember reveling in the cuteness, and sweetness, of the image.

Other people came into play in the dream, and other events occurred, but I am caught most by that image; of a hand cradling a half dozen baby mice curled into balls, quivering slightly in their sleep.

Categories: dream, ethereal, reflection