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6.12.2008
get frisky on a thursday night.
Hey all you kittens and alley cats... tune into thisisdeadair.tv tonight at 9pm PST/12 am EST for a special edition of Lesa May's This is Dead Air internet tv sexstravaganza with interviewee/co-host, yours truly, the Rock'n'Roll Nurse. That's right, the 'Nurse is comin' back out in full force to chat about all those things you only talk about under your covers and over your pillows, with California's own sexy queen of sass and tease, Lesa May.
Watch, call in, get frisky, have a blast!
-L
Watch, call in, get frisky, have a blast!
-L
1.29.2008
excerpts.
An excerpt from "The Smart Girl's Guide To Porn" that I really loved:
(on the subject of the question "Does porn degrade women?)
"Those who believe in porn's alleged degradation of women are making a lot of assumptions about the people in porn, specifically the women, and about the people viewing the imagery.
* The woman is ashamed of what she is doing -- or shoulde be.
* She isn't enjoying it, or women as a class can't and don't enjoy certain types of sex.
* She is sexually receptive and therefore less than human.
* The viewer is always male.
* The actress doesn't know the effect her image has -- that porn leads to real-life acts of rape, child abuse and degradation.
* Open sexual desire is shameful for all participants, on- and off-screen.
How can anyone possibly know how every viewer or participant feels, or sees him or herself as? The answer is that no one can. Each individual must be allowed to decide what is healthy and okay for him or her -- no one else can decide that for you, or for another person."
While I don't really like the way she concluded her thought, I love that she calls out the people who think of porn as degrading and debunks the myth.
***
And a couple of passages from "Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers":
"... anatomists came to occupy the same terrain, in the public's mind, as executioners. Worse, even, for dissection was though of, literally, as a punishment worse than death. Indeed, that -- not the support and assistance of anatomists -- was the authorities' main intent in making the bodies available for dissection. With so many relatively minor offenses punishable by death, the legal bodies felt the need to tack on added horrors as deterrents against weighter crimes. If you stole a pig, you were hung [sic -- should actually be "hanged"]. If you killed a man, you were hanged and then dissected. (In the freshly minted United States of America, the punishable-by-dissection catergory was extended to include duelists, the death sentence clearly not posing much of a deterrent to the type of fellow who agrees to settle his differences by the dueling pistol.)
Double sentencing wasn't a new idea, but rather the latest variation on a theme. Before that, a murderer might be hanged and then drawn and quartered, wherein horses were tied to his limbs and spurred off in four directions, the resultant "quarters" being impaled on spikes and publicly displayed, as a colorful reminder to the citizenry of the ill-advisedness of crime. Dissection as a sentencing option for murderers was mandated, in 1752 Britain, as an alternative to postmortem gibbeting. Gibbeting -- though it hits the ear like a word for happy playground chatter or perhaps, at worst, the cleaning of small game birds -- is in fact a ghastly verb. To gibbet is to dip a corpse in tar and suspend it in a flat iron cage (the gibbet) in plain view of townsfolk while it rots and gets pecked apart by crows. A stroll through the square must have been a whole different plate of tamales back then."
"We are biology. We are reminded of this at the beginning and the end, at birth and at death. In between, we do what we can to forget."
(on the subject of the question "Does porn degrade women?)
"Those who believe in porn's alleged degradation of women are making a lot of assumptions about the people in porn, specifically the women, and about the people viewing the imagery.
* The woman is ashamed of what she is doing -- or shoulde be.
* She isn't enjoying it, or women as a class can't and don't enjoy certain types of sex.
* She is sexually receptive and therefore less than human.
* The viewer is always male.
* The actress doesn't know the effect her image has -- that porn leads to real-life acts of rape, child abuse and degradation.
* Open sexual desire is shameful for all participants, on- and off-screen.
How can anyone possibly know how every viewer or participant feels, or sees him or herself as? The answer is that no one can. Each individual must be allowed to decide what is healthy and okay for him or her -- no one else can decide that for you, or for another person."
While I don't really like the way she concluded her thought, I love that she calls out the people who think of porn as degrading and debunks the myth.
***
And a couple of passages from "Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers":
"... anatomists came to occupy the same terrain, in the public's mind, as executioners. Worse, even, for dissection was though of, literally, as a punishment worse than death. Indeed, that -- not the support and assistance of anatomists -- was the authorities' main intent in making the bodies available for dissection. With so many relatively minor offenses punishable by death, the legal bodies felt the need to tack on added horrors as deterrents against weighter crimes. If you stole a pig, you were hung [sic -- should actually be "hanged"]. If you killed a man, you were hanged and then dissected. (In the freshly minted United States of America, the punishable-by-dissection catergory was extended to include duelists, the death sentence clearly not posing much of a deterrent to the type of fellow who agrees to settle his differences by the dueling pistol.)
Double sentencing wasn't a new idea, but rather the latest variation on a theme. Before that, a murderer might be hanged and then drawn and quartered, wherein horses were tied to his limbs and spurred off in four directions, the resultant "quarters" being impaled on spikes and publicly displayed, as a colorful reminder to the citizenry of the ill-advisedness of crime. Dissection as a sentencing option for murderers was mandated, in 1752 Britain, as an alternative to postmortem gibbeting. Gibbeting -- though it hits the ear like a word for happy playground chatter or perhaps, at worst, the cleaning of small game birds -- is in fact a ghastly verb. To gibbet is to dip a corpse in tar and suspend it in a flat iron cage (the gibbet) in plain view of townsfolk while it rots and gets pecked apart by crows. A stroll through the square must have been a whole different plate of tamales back then."
"We are biology. We are reminded of this at the beginning and the end, at birth and at death. In between, we do what we can to forget."
2.27.2007
perversion.
There are some perks at my job. Not many, but some. A few of note are that:
1. On occasion, I get to meet smoking hot porn stars, such as Lanny Barbie.
2. On occasion, I get samples of products to test out.
3. I go to bi-monthly managers meetings where I get free sex toys, and free lunch.
4. I get to work with a couple of the funniest, most enjoyable women I've ever met.
5. I get a nice, fat discount on porn and perverts' tools.
6. Sometimes I win fun prizes from our incentive games that we do.
So, recently, to elaborate on perk #6, I won a $200 gift certificate to the store. At first I was bummed, because since I pretty much own at least one of everything in the store worth owning, after working there for so long... I would have rather had the cash. But then I remembered that there were a few things I was coveting that were otherwise kind of out of my not-much-disposable-income price range. And I got my staff discount on top of the $200, so I was able to come away with a pretty sweet haul.
Check it out:
My first purchase was a Tantra Beam. Basically, it's a device that makes you look like you have a robo-hand and it makes your finger vibrate so that your finger becomes a vibrator. I always thought this was cool because I like the idea of my own finger getting me off the way a vibrator does, without the plastic intervention.
Here is the device in its little home.
Fits like a charm?
Fear my vengeful Robo-Hand (TM)!
I'll let you guys know after tonight if it's worth it or not.
My next coveted item was the Clone-A-Willy!!! I have wanted this MF for ages now, since it first came into our store. You can make your own vibrating dildo from a cast of anyone's dink! Absolutely ingenious. So hey, for all of you men who don't like the idea of your woman using a toy when you're not around, OR if you get intimidated by your girlfriend's dildos because they're all "so big", first of all: you're idiots, but more importantly, just get one of these kits and make her a copy of your manhood, and you won't have to be jealous of a fucking sex toy! Unless you can fathom being jealous of yourself. Which, again, makes you an idiot.
To be able to tell you guys how this went, I'm going to have to have a volunteer to let me clone his "willy". Any takers? I should hold a contest where you dudes send me pictures of your ween and then I pick the winner whose dink I want to clone. Your prize? Nothing. Or, the satisfaction of knowing that someone thinks your weiner is good enough to clone.
Ps:
1. On occasion, I get to meet smoking hot porn stars, such as Lanny Barbie.
2. On occasion, I get samples of products to test out.
3. I go to bi-monthly managers meetings where I get free sex toys, and free lunch.
4. I get to work with a couple of the funniest, most enjoyable women I've ever met.
5. I get a nice, fat discount on porn and perverts' tools.
6. Sometimes I win fun prizes from our incentive games that we do.
So, recently, to elaborate on perk #6, I won a $200 gift certificate to the store. At first I was bummed, because since I pretty much own at least one of everything in the store worth owning, after working there for so long... I would have rather had the cash. But then I remembered that there were a few things I was coveting that were otherwise kind of out of my not-much-disposable-income price range. And I got my staff discount on top of the $200, so I was able to come away with a pretty sweet haul.
Check it out:
My first purchase was a Tantra Beam. Basically, it's a device that makes you look like you have a robo-hand and it makes your finger vibrate so that your finger becomes a vibrator. I always thought this was cool because I like the idea of my own finger getting me off the way a vibrator does, without the plastic intervention.
Here is the device in its little home.
Fits like a charm?
Fear my vengeful Robo-Hand (TM)!
I'll let you guys know after tonight if it's worth it or not.
My next coveted item was the Clone-A-Willy!!! I have wanted this MF for ages now, since it first came into our store. You can make your own vibrating dildo from a cast of anyone's dink! Absolutely ingenious. So hey, for all of you men who don't like the idea of your woman using a toy when you're not around, OR if you get intimidated by your girlfriend's dildos because they're all "so big", first of all: you're idiots, but more importantly, just get one of these kits and make her a copy of your manhood, and you won't have to be jealous of a fucking sex toy! Unless you can fathom being jealous of yourself. Which, again, makes you an idiot.
To be able to tell you guys how this went, I'm going to have to have a volunteer to let me clone his "willy". Any takers? I should hold a contest where you dudes send me pictures of your ween and then I pick the winner whose dink I want to clone. Your prize? Nothing. Or, the satisfaction of knowing that someone thinks your weiner is good enough to clone.
Disclaimer: This contest is fictional. I don't think I really want random weiner pictures in my inbox. Unless, of course, you really want me to see your weiner, for some reason. Plus, wouldn't it be kind of creepy of me to steal a copy of your manhood and be like "Okay thanks, I'm going to go have sex with you without actually having sex with you, now! See you later!" I will most likely just get Dave drunk and try to convince him to stick himself into this tube full of rubber mold and go from there. For his privacy, pictures of the results will likely not be posted. In the words of Salt N' Pepa, "Ehhh, saw-rry!"
Last, and least, because let's face it, I have enough porn to keep a pervert happy for years so it's of low importance on this list, is "Sexual Freak 2". I'm pretty excited about this porn, because Teagan Presley is pretty hot, and there's a really good-looking redhead on the back cover, and I saw a preview for this on another movie I have and it looked pretty decent. It's directed by Robby D., and for those of you who aren't gross sex perverts, he's a really good, innovative porn director whose movies are usually good and very visually stimulating (I mean aside from all of the naked people getting it on in front of your face).
Oh, and I also bought some weird white chocolate-smelling body "fondue" scrub for the shower, but that's boring for you (but delicious for me!) so it's not worth mentioning. Oh, too late?
Alright, you're free to go wash the dirty stink of sex and voyeurism off yourself and watch some Grey's Anatomy, or whatever it is you freaks watch (uhhmm Lindsay, Grey's Anatomy airs on Thursday nights, not Mondays! Get with the program, you culturally-retarded ignoramus! Gawd!!!111).
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Ps:
I was on some sex toy website looking for a good page to link for the Tantra Beam, and came across this unintentionally funny little quirk:
Haha, I'm not sure what language this is... but anally-frightened women all over the world are nodding their heads in unison right now. Apparently in this language, even the word "anal" is a complete rejection of the idea! Oh loosen up, Germany/Russia/Japan/whoever you are.
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