SMEWCHES

Know what I love doing?  Kissing.  The first time I saw the Manfriend, (whose lips are a cross between Angelina and LL in their deliciousness), I wanted to grab his face and kiss it for a week, and that was even before I wanted him to be my Manfriend.

Whether it's a soft brush on my eyelid or a ravenous om nom nom, I'd rather be kissing than doing most anything else, especially writing a paper about ethical decision-making models in counseling, which is what I've been doing for the past week instead of posting here.

In penance, I have compiled a list of some of my favorite kisses in film history, for your viewing pleasure, because if anything is as good as kissing, it's a list.

American Economy Crashes While SEC Jerks Off

Not much renders me speechless.  The Manfriend planned a surprise trip to Vancouver, BC to see the Dalai Lama a couple years ago for my birthday - that did it.  Seeing fireflies for the first time did it.  So did walking through a third world cancer ward for the first time.  So did this bulls*!t.

Apparently, one of the reasons the Securities and Exchange Commission failed to notice that the American economy was headed down a doom spiral was that they were too busy watching porn.  Hard core, full penetration, bow-chicka-bow-wow porn.  I'm not talking some rank-and-file cubicle monkey here - I'm talking 17 top-tier members of the SEC. Men (and at least one woman) in the second-highest federal pay grade: between $100K - $222K taxpayer dollars every year.

"Dude, Fannie Mae is too HOT to fail!"

Wii or WHEEEEEEE?

Apparently, a British woman is claiming that she became pretty much permanently sexually aroused after falling off her Wii Balance Board. Seems to me the Wii connection is kind of incidental, frankly.  I mean, it's not like she was using the thing in a prescribed manner and had some of legendary unending orgasm whilst doing Super Mario Yoga or something.

This exists.

GO, Steamworks!!

Last night, the Manfriend and I were taking a stroll over to one of our favorite little places to have some cocktails (who says date night can't be on a Tuesday?!), when we passed by something that gave me a natural high that lasted even after my actually-not-too-sweet gin lemon drops started warming things up.  (BTW, if you've never had a lemon drop with gin instead of vodka, you should totally give it a try - it is a beautiful thing.)

John would've understood how I felt...

Good Night, Sweet Lady

The Seattle Lusty Lady is closing its doors this summer, and I could not be more sad about it.  Not only has its shiny marquee sexed up and amused Downtown Seattle since I was a monkey, it's known as being a great place for women to work - it's generally managed by females (which is a rarity in the industry), dancers are paid an hourly wage rather than being tip-dependent, providing a more stable income, and profit-sharing is only one of the benefits available to employees.

culture, dammit!

Sexy Furniture

Classes started again this week, so my posting regularity might go down a little for a while.  I will totally not leave you cracked out and twitchy, though, because that's not cool.  For your fix of random sexy stuff for the day, I present you with Mario Philippona, dutch sculptor, furnituremaker and fan of the female form.

Way To Set an Example, Ya Jerks

When I first heard about the plight of Constance McMillen, I thought it was one of the more ridiculous things I'd ever heard.  Constance, a lesbian teenager, wanted to take her girlfriend to prom, which so incensed her school board that they cancelled the prom.

I may be a decade or so out of high school, but I haven't forgotten that prom was a big deal, whether you loved it or hated it.  It's an iconic part of the American teenage experience, especially in the South, from what I understand (this all went down in Mississippi).  So for educators to cancel it, simply to discriminate against a student, was so far beyond the pale I could hardly believe it was true.

Constance McMillen, the face of EVIL, apparently