Good Love

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZTAhZKP5wCY

and whammy bars are indeed hard to find!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nmoHQ2DC3zo&feature=related

Where IS that tenderness?  Damn, I wish I was twenty again.

All of the above.

This is a song written by one Susan Werner. Not a main stream artist. I heard the song quite by chance several years ago.  Driving one of my girls to a baseball game, listening to NPR. (It does have some worth after all, public radio!)

I know this woman.  Not Werner.  The one who wrote this list.  More than one woman actually. 

It causes me great sadness to watch them sitting with the list, waiting, hoping, asking me what the problem is.  Do I know any nice single men?  

I know and I tell.  "No, that's not it Jack.  That's not the reason, I'm not like that"  

Well.  I'm standing on the mountain, and it's a clear day.  I can see, but she don't believe.

I'm makin' my list, checkin' it twice
Looking for a lover who is naughty and nice
Looking for an innocent with schoolboy charm
Looking for a kinky little French gendarme
Looking for a felon with a tattooed arm and a leather glove
And I want all of the above
All of the above, that's right

All the above and all of this too
Want me a nature boy paddlin' a canoe
A Wall Street wizard in a pinstripe vest
A doey-eyed Bowie in a little black dress
I once settled for so much less, what was I thinking of
Now I want all of the above
All of the above

All of the above is what I need
All of the aforementioned yes indeed
Feelin' pretty lonely and I must concede
That I need some love
And I want all of the above now
All of the above

Yeah I want all of the above but none of the below
None of what's to follow now no no no
An old man gettin' by on schoolboy charm
A dirty and perverted little French gendarme
A felon with a fully loaded firearm, headin' to Mexico
I want none of the below now
No no no no no no no no

None of the below, none of these please
Nature boy kissin' all the Christmas trees
A Wall Street wizard in a junk bond mess
A doey-eyed Bowie wearin' my black dress
I'm never gonna meet with any real success in that scenario
I want none of the below now

None of the below, nothin' of the kind
None of that was really what I had in mind
True true lovin' baby's hard to find but I know I know
That I want none of the below

And hey, hey
Everybody looking for a Tom Terrific
Hey hey
North Atlantic to the South Pacific
Hey hey
I've done my study and it's scientific and the numbers showed
Take none of the below
And get all of the above
Hey hey hey

All of the above and none of the below
Line up all my candidates in one long row
Line up all my candidates if anybody comes
So far it's just me twiddlin' my thumbs
So far it's just me
Livin' off crumbs

And I want some love
And I want all of the above
All of the above
All of the and only, all of the and only
All all all all all all all of the above now

Seriously now...

The ad attached here seems to have caused an outbreak of hysteria. (More on the origin of that word later.)  I'm not seeing the conspiracy that's alleged to be behind this.  Perhaps I too am an idiot for fueling the fire?  

Does any sane, rational human really believe that putting nail polish on a tot is going to cause long term damage to his psyche?  Apparently some of the folks at fox news do, and have their panties in a bunch over this.  It's a J.Crew ad.

Proboscises

I adore the female form.  As our friend Henrich Heine said in his poem "Unvolkommenheit" from the Lazarus collection: 'Nichts ist vollkommen auf dieser Welt'.  (Nothing in this world is perfect)

That said, I don't know that I've ever seen anyone with an absolutely perfect form. (Well, there was Arnold) Nor do I care to really.  I think some things imperfections are what make them beautiful. "Der Rose ist der Stachel beigessellt.  Ich glaube gar, die lieben holden Engel im Himmel droben sind nicht ohne Mangel."

I particularly like noses, women's noses.  Prominent noses.

I have two favorites. One is like that posessed by her most beautiful self, Marilu Henner.  A little bump right in the middle of the ridge.

The other favorite is a short nose that turns up slightly at the end. Like this one:

I like to run a finger over the bridge.  There are a couple of women aside from my spouse who indulge me in this from time to time.  Usually when I've had a bit too much to drink. It's not an erotic thing for me, I sometimes just have to touch.

One of my favorite cartoonists

This image is from the collection of Kami Tora, a Japanese erotic toon artist.  I believe there is a name for this style of drawing.  His website and fan club have a section for requests.  It's been closed for some time now.  I wish he would open that aspect of his page up again as I have a particular idea that I'd like to see illustrated.  

If anyone can read that symbol in the corner and tell us what it says I would be most appreciative.

It could happen.

Do you remember Judy Tenuta, the comic?  She seems to be out of the mainstream media these days.  I remember watching her perform stand up.  She'd be in the middle of some outrageous story, such as: "I was snow skiing in the alps with the Pope and.... " she'd get a laugh of incredulity from the audience.  Her response would be to give the audience a look and say: "What? It could happen."

I've been told that I have a vivid imagination.  That is indeed the case.  I suppose it developed when I was a kid in part to stave off boredom, and as I mentioned in a previous post, I used to tell myself stories to put myself to sleep. 

I reading Ms. Marie's recent post about the limits of her play, and a link she had to another post about the same, I came across some more artwork by Xrenderer.  Speaking of a vivid imagination, below is some of his work:

Three piercings, interesting tattoos.  I think that one on the scrotum would be next to impossible, yes?

This looks like fun.  All that ornamentation and he still has body hair? 

Perhaps I should have waited until next Valentine's day, given the heart theme?

Nothing's simple.

I sometimes find an interesting bit on the web, and then I lose track of where I saw it.  Such was the case with a post in a 'group' setting that I read, and I think about from time to time.  It was written by a woman.  She thought she'd found the man of her dreams.  Everything was great in their marriage except that her husband had no interest in participating in the kind of sexual relationship that she had envisioned they would have.  That being one wherein she would master him.  He would be subject to whippings and so on as she would have it.  She said that she thought it would change, or that she could change him, once they were married.  At times she felt as if she would explode, (or something like that), if she didn't get to release her pent up desire.

Relationships and marriages are complicated things to achieve and keep up.  Much like a house.  You have to keep after it all the time, cleaning, picking up, painting the eaves, keeping water out of it.

Even when people plan carefully their path they sometimes find themselves in places they don't expect, and perhaps never wanted to be.