There was exactly one movie my sister and I were not allowed to watch when we were younger: Blue Velvet. My mom said that it depicted a side of humanity (and sexuality, but she didn't say that part at the time) that we didn't have context for yet, and she worried we wouldn't be able to fully integrate it, and it might screw with our heads.
David Lynch screw with someone's head? Nah....
Behind the cut is an example of how my mama is no fool.
I have been PAINFULLY remiss in updating the Box, my friends, and for that I am sorry. Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa (that is a shout out to not one, but two ex-amoreaux - I spent the past week writing my sexual history, and the trip down memory lane has stirred up all kinds of crazy memories. Apparently, I have a thing for men who speak Latin.)
This past Tuesday, it was made public that an undisclosed actor in the LA porn business tested positive for HIV. It's not the first time it's happened, but it is the first time in over a year, and it's making major waves in the adult film industry. Several adult studios, including Vivid and Wicked Pictures, which are two of the largest, have temporarily shut down production entirely until the full extent of the exposure is known.
I've been debating whether or not to write about Tyler Clementi and the other young men that have recently taken their own lives as a result of bullying they each endured for being gay. On the one hand, it's been covered to death in the mainstream news, and I don't want to be redundant. On the other hand, though...how can I not write about it?
Last week was not the best week in the history of clinical STD research. Some of the news was disappointing, but not at all surprising, and some was just so awful, it makes me want to barf.