Post something just for the heck of it

[belamyi]

 

[belamyi]

 

[belamyi]

 

[belamyi]

Hey, today it's twenty one years since I kissed a guy for the very first time..!

 

[belamyi]

 

[belamyi]

Oh boy... how can I still be giving chances to that sort of "legendary" performers... it's good that the clip ended up there, and too good to have had the patience to go through the rendition of that last variation.

Trying a new one.

 

[pat grimshaw]

Hey, today it's twenty one years since I kissed a guy for the very first time..!

I occasionally still see mine.

 

[belamyi]

Hey, today it's twenty one years since I kissed a guy for the very first time..!

For those apparently so interested and, above all, most forgetful ones, I will mention for the -nth time that my very first time was a disaster: I had the ridiculous notion that houses of boys might be dangerous places, particularly for a teen, so I contacted a random ho instead. The guy was slim but fluffy, no pecs, with nipples like a South American kid (he was definitely manly and all-Spaniard, around thirty, but still...)... and when I started kissing him he was amused by the crazy rhythm of my heartbeats... but. as in all the occasions in which my attraction for a guy is very superficial, once we were done with vanilla and we undressed to get more seriously conventional in sex, I became so cold to him that he got terribly pissed. I never thought he would understand that was my very first time with anyone in a situation like that.

But luckily, the next day, or two after that, I started visiting that HoB, which at least sometimes had real men to offer back then, instead of the common filipino-houseboys-like sudaquitas in their current staff with the new owner and new tastes (I assume?).

So... how on earth do you reckon my legend of common cunt-pisser and ho-hirer started getting forged?

If I remember the date so well it's because it was the afternoon in which

http://www.rtve.es/alacarta/videos/...994-incendio-liceomov-codecmaster-wmv/908297/

and I bought by first ancient Greek dictionary to cap the day.

 

[pat grimshaw]

21 years. Do you remember it as the last day of January? or as some day on Liturgical calendar?

 

[belamyi]

21 years. Do you remember it as the last day of January? or as some day on Liturgical calendar?

Cf. edit of #1686

 

[pat grimshaw]

^ Did the theatre's incendiary precipitate your kiss?

 

[belamyi]

^ Did the theatre's incendiary precipitate your kiss?

No, it was just background noise. Rather far away, because I do not think I learned about it until the evening.

 

[pat grimshaw]

It's exciting when great moments in one's amatory life coincide with great moments in a city's life.

 

[belamyi]

It's exciting when great moments in one's amatory life coincide with great moments in a city's life.

You mean with a frilly turmoil in some exotic backwater.

 

[pat grimshaw]

^ Maybe.

 

[belamyi]

^ Maybe.

Ha! Julie Christie had fake tits in Dr. Zhiv! It's only a few months since I started noticing how prevailing plastic tits were in post-WWII cinema.

 

[pat grimshaw]

Surely you noticed already the 1950s was when big breasts were a necessity for women and big chests for men.

It was universal fetish in the 1950s.

Now abs are fetishised.

 

[belamyi]

Surely you noticed already the 1950s was when big breasts were a necessity for women and big chests for men.

It was universal fetish in the 1950s.

Now abs are fetishised.

But I had never actually NOTICED it: you can assume Mansfield's were total gross fakes, but you need to ascertain that with specific observations... and it's easy, in her case, with photoshoot pics.
You can assume Loren had been always very flat because that was her nature, and you do not even bother to look when, as an old woman, she has a tight plus size, but you need to see her breasts squeezed or flub like the bubbles they were

to be able to say HOW they were so, not by mere inference about what can or not be so, but about the concrete physicality and physiology of it all.

However, I only knew Martine Carol as Lola Montès, so I had been missing all that stuff about her sex symbol status.

I also remember watching the credits of an American comedy of the early 1960s about pre-marital cohabitation between the sexes, and the flat skinny female dancer had little plastic bumps under her nipples.

 

[ChickenGuy]

I remember I dreamt about an earthquake, one night in January 1994....

....and then, the very next morning, a big one struck L.A....

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1994_Northridge_earthquake

I also remember, that on January 24th 1994, our cat Sylvia passed away. (had her all of my childhood)

Oh and I also remember that I had seen the TV adaptation of Maurice the night before the cat died, so by inference, January 23rd 1994. I remember being HUGELY turned on when Scudder the gardener crept through the guy's bedroom window and they went at it on the bed with him saying something like "Yes, sir" "It's OK sir" - I'm pretty sure I was furiously later in bed that night.

But I'm sure that Merchant-Ivory films were much too Anglo for a certain JUBber's refined tastes.

 

[belamyi]

Now abs are fetishised.

Hm. Well, it all started in the 1960s, when the post-war exception gave way again to the prevailing XXth century fetish that had started after WWI, just like the unnaturally thick and rich manes that have become, along with fake tits, some sort of compensation for the loss of feminity in the hips and everywhere else in general: bumpy tits, big hair and big eyes is all what makes a womanly woman.