Usually I don't put pornography on my blog, unless I'm illustrating what I think is an important further point of discussion, of, say, psychology or sociology--but with this video I am maybe crossing my own internal boundary-marker. I would just point out that these two, man and boy, have a certain chemistry, and that they like and trust one another. And this chemistry--Well, bethink you of a certain Restoration Rake, Lord Rochester by name, who wrote a funny poem about his Page, whom he calls a "Knave," and says he "Does the Trick worth forty Wenches."
I burn hot. I tend to exhaust people in conversation, like Margaret Fuller did Carlyle. Which leaves me (but apparently not Margaret) always wishing I'd shut up sooner. I have quite a few friends and not many enemies, but I'm very proud of the few I do have. There is consensus among my friends about me, which is how I know to write about myself. What my enemies think of me I have no idea. That, of course, could be dangerous.
The list of interests and favorites is absurdly partial and half-assed, particularly as to music and books. It's the stupid format of the blog itself, as given, that, of course, I color outside the lines and burst the seams of.
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