I’m fascinated by deviance, especially in the sexual realm and even more so when those crimes are committed by women.
“I can’t imagine ever wanting to be with the same woman forever, every day, for the rest of my life.”
New York has been subject to at least nine monster attacks, one creature attack, two climate disasters, four geologic events, three epidemic events, three man-made disasters, two alien invasions, four asteroids and seven superhero battles. This is just the events portrayed in film. Comics, novels and other written works also have torn the city of New York apart until there was nothing but dust. This is an astounding amount of devastation. But again, what is the fascination?
“Suicide is the most sincere form of self-criticism.”
“In the beginning, God created man, but seeing him so feeble, He gave him the cat.”
Apparently we did not fear–or somehow failed to recognize–the profound damage that his theories could do to our peculiar form of government and culture.
I get a call from a friend asking me to go out and I think, “Well, I kinda wanna. But I’m tired. And driving’s a drag. And while I might want to go out, I’m not sure I want to go out with that friend — not tonight. But maybe it’ll be fun. And I should get out more often. And I haven’t seen him in ages.”
I’m paid to analyze the most trivial thoughts and irrelevant events in the lives of complete strangers, and even I don’t care about this. I’d rather watch a Celebrity Rehab marathon than spend another second dealing with the worthless drivel you post in your “updates.”
I’m very sex-positive and find myself constantly arguing the case: “You think face-fucking is degrading? As long as you’re both into it, degrade the shit away!” I’d love nothing more than to have safe and legal spaces for sex work to function. I’m all for bedroom experimentation, as long as it’s fair: if I want to fuck my girlfriend in the ass, then I’ve no choice but to grit my teeth and offer her the same privilege, albeit on slightly more rubbery terms.