Okay, I bought a new shirt, I think it was from Switchblade Stiletto, but it is the classic Madonna (1 point for the virgin), but redone with skulls (1 point for goth). I decided to go down to the village today. Linda’s sister is holding my black angel wings hostage for reasons I really don’t understand. So I had to wear my black wing earrings instead (not QUITE as impressive). Also my crucifix with tortured torso of flailed ribs and skull nailed to it. And skull headband so I get points for all that; does my skull thong count too or does it need to be seen?
I went to the village to return and get DVDs. I am watching a lot of horror films because, well, they aren’t very horrific to me. I’m mostly yelling at the screen, “Lucky! You think that’s horror, come on, I DREAM about dying like that!” Actually recently I dream mostly about high school and I keep walking into class rooms and the teacher says, “So you are here for the midterm…” And I say, “And this class is?” And it is usually a class I never took like molecular biology or particle physics. I run to my locker. I have 15 minutes to learn the entire course (actually this isn’t as hard as it sounds), only I haven’t got a clue what my combo is. And I have no idea where the office is to get “the lecture” about being more responsible in order to find out what my combo is. That’s been the theme this week in dreams. Which is odd because, for instance I watched SAW last night. When I brought it back they asked how I liked it, “Boring!” I said, “What is it with Americans that they lose their entire moral compass in just SIX hours? You lock up any American for SIX hours and they will do anything?” Plus I can’t quite get into the odd morality of it; how we are supposed to accept that a weird sociopath has the right to judge these people’s lives. I mean, an affair? In France, the President says, “Thanks for electing me, this is my wife and over there…that’s my mistress.” And a doctor who is incompetent, seriously? Have you been in the NHS? Where we lived, there was a old, old doctor who it was proved killed lots and lots of patients because he was incompetent and learned doctoring during WWII BUT since he was the only cardiologist in about 200 miles they decided to keep him on….at least till they could find a replacement.
Oh, I am way off track here. Besides horror films I have been reading Iono-Sama Fanantics. This is a GREAT book, which seems to have been printed by a series of accidents. Basically a manga artist was told to make something that is cute and sexy but really odd because they wanted to print something different than everyone else. He came up with the idea of a queen of a western country who is a total lesbian and comes to Japan searching for a lover. They liked the idea and told him that unlike regular manga, they weren’t going to get reader feedback, he could put whatever he wanted in it. And thus we have Iono, the lesbian western queen (where is this country, I have to go there), who needs more black haired women to add to her harem. She travels with an all female company of staff and after walking the streets with a translation book asking random females “Will you be my escort/lover?” She is not exactly subtle, and bumps into Eto, a long black haired girl with glasses who Iono greets with, “You look absolutely delicious!” Anyway, Eto says that she “doesn’t swing that way” but somehow keeps hanging around. Then in the hot springs they take together (this is manga land remember, these things always somehow happen) it turns out that Eto loved a girl in high school. Only the closer Eto got to the girl she loved, the more that girl fell for a different girl. Thus Eto is convinced that no one who really knows all of her will love her (AWWWWW!). Insert scene of Iono grabbing her breasts to convince her otherwise. Of course Eto is finally convinced and joins Iono as her lover. Only soon she realizes that everyone has a job but her. Iono suggests that she tells “Fairy tales at bedtime”’; or that is what Eto hears, since in Japanese the terms for acting out dirty stories and dirty sex talk and telling Fairytales are pretty much the same. You kind of have to feel bad for Eto trying so hard reading Fairy Tales when you know what Iono is going to be expecting that night. There is a meandering plot as several other members get female lovers (this is sort of Xena world gone wild), and Iono constantly has to be dragged away from her amorous encounters with Eto (who is played as the innocent in this....yeah, right, not for long).
There you go, I made it to the end of the post. Didn’t make a great deal of sense but I didn’t mention pain, disease or other horrid stuff, if you discount the sad state of affairs of the US horror film industry. I cheered myself yesterday by watching Rupert Everett in Cemetery Man (Italian Horror), which includes a rather interesting sexual scene where Rupert, the man who keeps the cemetery during the day and kills the zombies that arise at night, see the woman of his dreams. She rejects him insisting her freshly dead husband (several decades older than her) was such an incredible lover, she can never replace him. Rupert, after several thwarted attempts to engage her in conversation finally blurts out; “The cemetery’s small, but it has a marvelous ossuary!” Truth be told it was a pretty magnificent ossuary (I keep a small one on my desk), but it gets the widow sexually charged in a.....well....mildly disturbing way (at least for me, Rupert seemed to like it fine!). She is in rapture over the ossuary but she insists that when they kiss, that it must be through both her mourning veil and with his head covered in a silk cloth used for covering the corpses. Well since both parties seem to have an erotic necrophilia environment fetish going on, why not? They consummate the sexual act on the grave of her husband because “We always shared everything.” Seriously I can’t condemn a girl who gets excited over an ossuary, I mean who doesn’t. But the comments about sharing sex with your husband after death….time to take a cold shower or reread Iono-Sama Fanatics. Trust me, if all that attracts her about you is a dead body, that’s a relationship which isn’t going to go well in the long term.
So, oops, one XY identified introduced but it is Rupert Everett so…well, that’s allowed. And yes, this post meandered more than lost sheep. Think…think…we need a good finale. I know; I’ll show my skull thong…okay, all ready...oops; Linda just walked in. “What am I doing with this camera and my jeans around my ankles? Trust me, it looks worse that it is…. No, no, I am not revisiting the idea of doing online porn.”
Errr…sorry, I’ve got to go!