A solo career...

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More on anonymity

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Anonymity

I've been thinking, of late, about anonymity.

I'm pretty interested in maintaining a screen in front of the real me on the Net, but that's not what I'm talking about here.

I mean sexual anonymity. The truly random, anonymous, zipless (Erica Jong used that term) fuck. (Everyone uses that one!)

So, despite the idea that most of us never have, and never will partake in anon. sex, is the idea interesting? Do you like the thought of taking, or being taken, without knowing who the other person is? Sometimes this works one way. For instance, this first picture indicates that perhaps one person knows what's going on.

This photo is from:

Ou Le Secret du Cabinet noir, by Faverolles – Condemned for outrages against public morals. – Destruction ordered per the Cour royale de Paris on December 21, 1822

It appears they had little in the way of a sense of humour in 1822. :-)

In other cases, as ludicrous as this very cute picture by Paul Gavarni is, perhaps neither party knows. (Well, except for the face in the window)

I kind of like the idea of someone opening a door and dragging me in for a little action, I think. I'm not at all sure about putting my genitals through a hole in the wall. That could go very wrong, very fast.

So, what do you think? Tell all. Like the pics?

Passing thought

In discussion with one of my more interesting friends, I blurted out something. Turns out it was, purely by random cosmic chance, quite good:

With age comes wisdom, luck, or a lowering of standards.
Gentlebutfirm 2006

The discussion was about girlfriends. At 17. No, not me. I'm just a little older than that. :-)

So which of them applies to you?

Crackers and cornflakes

Someone mentioned Graham crackers to me this morning. I was aware they existed, but, not being an American, that was the limit of my knowledge. until now...



...a little research... [my comments]

"All kinds of stimulating and heating substances; high-seasoned food; rich dishes; the free use of flesh; and even the excess of aliment; all, more or less -- and some to a very great degree -- increase the concupiscent [Yeah, where do I get me some of that?] excitability and sensibility of the genital organs..."

-- Sylvester Graham

[Warning: This next paragraph may induce vomiting, especially in those recommended to use carbolic. Yes]

"A remedy [for masturbation] which is almost always successful in small boys is circumcision...The operation should be performed by a surgeon without administering an anesthetic, as the brief pain attending the operation will have a salutary effect upon the mind...In females, the author has found the application of pure carbolic acid to the clitoris [See what I mean?] an excellent means of allaying the abnormal excitement. "

-- Dr. John Harvey Kellogg

[My God, these people were animals!]

The graham cracker was developed in nineteenth century America by Presbyterian minister Rev. Sylvester Graham. Conceived of as a "health food", it is more like a digestive biscuit than a cracker [So, first off, Graham crackers are not crackers. The inventor, however, was.]. Originally made solely with graham flour. Most modern "graham crackers" contain no graham flour at all and are instead made mostly of the refined, bleached white flour to which the Rev. Graham was implacably opposed.

His original "Graham bread" was the centerpiece of the diet he created to suppress what he considered unhealthy carnal urges, the source of many maladies according to Graham. He also warned that ketchup and mustard induced insanity [Only when used together]. He gained many followers and even set up boardinghouses, where his diet was observed, in New York, Boston and other cities.

Graham crackers are no longer considered health food, but have remained popular as a snack food with greater amounts of sugar, honey and other sweeteners than in the original recipe. Cinnamon is commonly added to enhance the flavor.

Graham crackers have themselves become ingredients for other snack foods, including moon pies and S'mores[ah, here we are, this is what I was really researching...], and are often crushed for use as crusts [just like you said, Tramp] in some baked goods.


"...Sylvester Graham was raised by a succession of relatives, working as a farm hand, clerk and teacher before chronic ill health [translation: either rampant, or nonexistent masturbation] led him to choose the ministry as a less stressful profession. Graham preached under the auspices of the Presbytery of Newark in New Jersey during the early 1830's, during which time he began to propound his distinctive, all-encompasing reformist ideas on diet and health...

...Beyond diet, he recommended hard mattresses [ooh, baby!], open bedroom windows [dirty bugger], chastity [poop], cold showers, loose clothing, pure water and vigorous exercise [but I thought... Oh, never mind...]. He became a well known, if controversial, lecturer on not only the Grahamite [go Graham, go Graham, go Graham...] philosophy, but physiology and anatomy and the position of the Bible [slightly to the right, methinks] on wine and meat, and he directed a special series of lectures toward African-Americans [Ohboy. I ain't touchin' that mofo]. "

While eating graham crackers recently, we were discussing the myth that they were invented to keep girls [not girls, specially...] from engaging in, uh, self-abuse. Is this true? How were they supposed to work? Didn't Graham realize he might frustrate an entire generation?

Frustrate, nothing. Health lecturer Sylvester Graham (1794-1851) was trying to save shattered lives--not just of women, but everybody who suffered from what Graham referred to variously as "venereal excess" or "aching sensibility". Graham thought intense physical desire, no matter how expressed and regardless of whether you were married or not, was guaranteed to have dire physiological consequences [So... is 'dire' bad? :-) ].

A forebear of the hairy-palms-and-blindness school of moral instruction, Graham said excessive carnal exercise would cause indigestion, headache, feebleness of circulation, pulmonary consumption, spinal diseases, epilepsy, insanity, and early death of offspring, among other things. He thought men should remain virgins until age 30 and then should make love only once a month--not at all if they were sickly. [You feeling sickly at all? No? Right, go for it.]

To control lust, Graham prescribed a special vegetarian diet, the centerpiece of which was "Graham bread," made from whole wheat flour. Graham crackers, which Graham invented in 1829, were another manifestation [spawn, you might say. Offspring, perhaps] of the same idea.

Graham attracted a fair number of followers, who opened Graham boardinghouses in New York and Boston where his dietary regimen was observed. But most people regarded him as a nut. [No shit?] He was assaulted by mobs on at least three occasions, once by butchers and bakers who thought he was going to drive them out of business. [The candlestick makers, despite giving their support to the mob violence, were busy at home, bonking] He was cranky [Did I say 'no shit?' already? No shit?] and aloof [!] and alienated even those who admired him, so much so that he gave up the lecture business in 1839 and lived out the last years of his life in relative obscurity.

His saving grace was that in many important respects he was right. Although he was a little [This word obviously requires further definition...] goofy on the question of sex, many of his ideas about health were sound. He advocated daily toothbrushing, once considered a revolutionary idea, as well as fresh air, regular bathing, exercise, and seven hours of sleep. During an era of recurring cholera epidemics he urged people to drink pure water.

Here endeth. And probably just as well!

What happened?

I can't believe it. I woke up today, and realised it had been a while since I'd added anything to the blog. A while. Five fucking months! My God!

It's like getting my virginity back again. As though I never learned how to ride a bike. As if my eyes were still good enough to thread a needle, I didn't have this stomach, and none of my hair was grey.

Today, as they say, is the first day of the rest of my life. And the blog needs it. :-)

A good friend of mine and sometimes collaborator pointed some home truths out to me, as well. Turns out that the blog entries pretty much matched those I send out in my newsletter. To the same people. Tidy huh? Neat. Alright, alright, lazy. And boring. No more.

If you want to see my new stories, have a look here. I'll just list them at the end of entries from now on.

Now where was I? Anyone got a broom?

Surveys

I'm one of those people who is always full of questions, so it should come as no surprise to you that I want to know what you think. Not just you, but as many people as possible...

This got completely out of hand. Thanks for all your work. I changed things so I could cope better.

The responses to the previous survey are here...

Innocence. Loss... and gain...


...and a whole new survey on 'Partners' is available here, and able to be answered more easily, and anonymously if you wish. I hope you don't, though. I like to know who's talking to me. As always, confidentiality assured.

Partners. Where, how, why...

You know you want to tell me! Click!


I look forward to hearing what you have to say. Feel free to add any other comments.

New Story - The Game - Part 1 - Opening Gambit

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Pieces of April- Movie Review

Link first. You're going to need that.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0311648/

Take a small indie film company, and throw something kinda wacky at them. Say a dysfunctional family. Really dysfunctional. Now make two of the family members oh, say... Oliver Platt and Katie Holmes. Yes, she of the recent Cruise attachment, pregnancy and Church of Scientology conversion. But this was before that, okay?

Okay, now it's Thanksgiving. That's a holiday I understand not one bit, but I like the idea just the same. For the first time since April (Katie) left the nest, she's inviting the rest of the family to Thanksgiving dinner at her apartment. Most of the things you can think of go wrong, and a few others besides. Somehow it fails to descend into slapstick, though the situation encourages it, and I for one applaud that.

Let me say I love the ending. But (and yes, I know I'm not supposed to begin sentence with 'but') I'm not telling you what happens.

Standout work from April's mother (Patricia Clarkson), and her younger sister (Allison Pill).

Director Peter Hedges wrote 'What's eating Gilbert Grape', and the screenplay for 'About a boy'. That might give you some idea what you're in for.

This is good stuff, and stands on its own, but I can't help but drag the whole thing down to my usual level by noting that the movie starts with Katie Holmes in her undies. How can that go wrong?

New Chapter - It starts with a castle Part 4

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New story - Unexpected

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Stateside - Movie review

Jonathon's a Marine. Rachel's a schizophrenic. It gets better. I'm surprised how much I like this.

Jonathon Tucker, Rachel yummy Leigh Cook.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0339727/

Romance, drama, mental illness, travel, drinking, strippers... Did I mention Rachel?

This movie got a fair number of bad reviews. Fuck 'em, I say!

Love The Hard Way - Movie Review

Jack was a bad boy. A lying scumbag. A criminal with attitude. But a smart guy too. A writer. No education, no plans, no future. But a mind. He's one of those guys who lives his life on the wrong side of the tracks, and says it's for the buzz.

Claire was a serious student. A future somebody. A winner.

Inevitably, they met. If it went smoothly, then it wouldn't be a movie, would it?

I loved the setting, the acting, the camera work, the story. The music took me a while, but now I love that too.

A dark New York love story with razorblades. Happy-clappy it ain't, but I loved it. All of it.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0263671/

69

you know about 69s, right?

No, not those ones. Well, kind of, I guess.

69s are erotic stories of less than, or preferably exactly sixty nine words. A short-short. A flasher's flash, so to speak.

I don't think anyone takes these things seriously, but they are a lot of fun. Well, except for the almost inevitable trimming...

So... The Tunnel

I approach the tunnel with trepidation, anticipation.
Finally entering the dark dampness, I feel bigger, stronger, pushing as hard as I am able.
The synergy between the walls and myself excite us both, the heat rising, the pulse racing, the strength convulsing me, the constriction claustrophobic.
As I near the end, the elation explodes in me, and I erupt back into the daylight.

Just another drive to the office.

or... Imprisoned Penis

I have a large black penis imprisoned in my barn.

At night, after everyone is asleep, I slink out in my nightgown and have my way with it. My wetness is impaled on its rigidity, and I weep with joy, as we jointly erupt.

It runs away afterwards with its owner, returning every night on the off-chance of a reunion.

I'm no longer certain who the real prisoner is.

Finally... Despite the heat

Despite the heat, I'm hidden completely under the bedclothes, cock in one hand, tissues in the other.

My mind alternates between two things: Not getting caught, and Cindy Smith from history class. Down by the river on the cool green grass. Naked. Horny. Hot.

Hand strokes cock, as mind strokes Cindy. Cock and Cindy erupt together, tissues catching my pulsating guilt.

Brother opens the door just late enough.

So, you got something for me? :-)

The Adventurous Matilda Tapley – Chapter 1 – "Seventeen"

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The Weight of Water

Another great movie...

Wow.

I didn't expect much from this film, but wow!

It's a murder mystery, with bizarre twists, and thought-provoking complications. It's also a look at relationships, and expectations.

I really, really liked this.

Sarah Polley (Candian) is the best part of this. She starred in 'My Life Without Me', 'Dawn of the Dead' and 'Existenz', and I loved what she did in all of those, but this is better. She has a minor but very important role in this. It's just very cool. Enough said. Sean Penn was good too, though I don't think I ever like him.

Watch it.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0210382/

Steak Please

I finished a silly piece that will hopefully get you giggling...


Steak Please © Gentlebutfirm 2005 (MF)

Comment:
Does clever banter and innuendo work for you? Followed by sex? Yes?.

Quote:
His innocent smile was too much for me, and I looked down, hoping to God that I wasn't staining my skirt, or the expensive chair.

Locations:
ASSTR - http://www.asstr.org/~gentlebutfirm/Steak%20please.htm
Stories Online - http://storiesonline.net/library/author.php?id=1632 (once it cycles)

Feedback:
- Superb. Dialogue isn't something I do well, here's a good example of well done dialogue.
- I loved it! I giggled all the way through!!! :-)
- Anyway, very very well done, not my type of sex play, but certainly arousing.

White Witch

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Before Sunset

Movie time..

Okay, another one for you. Completely different.

Before Sunset is the story of a couple who were together for one steamy night, and then agreed to meet at a specific time and place later on. They didn't, for various reasons, and then they had no way to contact one another. Until now. It's nine years later, and the guy (Ethan Hawke) is a published writer. You can guess what his novel is about. The girl (lovely Julie Delpy) catches up with him at a book reading, and it goes from there.

Now here's the strange part. Very little actually happens. Lots and lots of stupendous dialogue, and not much else. Oh, except this is in Paris, so just standing around, or having a coffee, or walking down the street... are all beautiful.

If you'd like to listen intently, and remember some things from your past, and learn a few things about yourself (some of which you might not like), and be entertained, and laugh, cry, sympathise, get angry, love and live... well maybe this is the way. Just for the afternoon.

Oh, one more thing... Before Sunset is a sequel. A sequel to Before Sunrise, the story of that first night. I've never seen the first movie. You don't need to... but I think I have to now.

Before Sunrise (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0112471/)
Before Sunset (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0381681/)