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147 entries from May 2008

May 31, 2008

Wherever Sex Is, Technology Isn't Too Far Behind

Society is moving so fast, and I often take a few moments to marvel at all the developments that are a part of everyday life. For example, the common sex toy or phallic shaped vibrator is a godsend for many women. The Daily Telegraph has a piece on model Kristy Hinze, and it refers to her relationship with Netscape founder Jim Clark. The article asks:

"ON DISCOVERING a gal who looks like this is in love with a 63-year-old man, most Aussie blokes can be heard sobbing into their beers: "What's he got that I haven't?" "

He has money; you VB swilling dudes are wasting your money on beers and Playstations.

Then there is the well known fact that there is so much more conversation with older men, and if women do want a perpetually hard phallus, then they have the option of buying one and using it in bed, along with the Viagra. Sexual technology is a given in our world.

Infidelity isn't nice, but it's always nice to know that technology can come to one's aid when suspicion reaches fever pitch. Apparently Sydney is in the midst of an 'infidelity epidemic.' It seems creepy, but it's a cool marketing tactic for surveillance gadgets. According to the SMH, 1000 people (per month) want to Robot monitor their partners. One company, aptly named Heartbreakers, sweeps homes for devices each week (talk about paranoid adulterers). The other scary thing is that surveillance has reached sci-fi proportions; conversations can be tracked via laser five kilometres away from a house. It's no longer about private dicks sitting outside in cars – how much more obvious can someone be?

Technology has caught up, and is eager to make friends with any sexual activity imaginable. Imagine a world, twenty years from now, where single adults feel more comfortable with mess-free sex? There are no more wet spots, no messy money shots, or a partner that is programmed to fulfill your personal needs right down to the letter. That option isn't too far away. According to some, sex and marriage –to robots- will be a reality before 2050.

The future may be great: male robots who actually fucking call you when they say they will. For men, female bots who don't say a) "not tonight" b) "not tonight, I have my period or c) "I'm not swallowing your load, I don't like the taste." How fantastic would that be? No more angst, no more second guessing and no more frustration.

Viva la sexual revolution…

May 30, 2008

The Predator in the Most Unexpected Place?

Sex education for children and teenagers isn't as simple as it was when I was in high school. Back then HIV wasn't in the media. By the time I entered Year 11, at the age of sixteen and a bit, HIV was in its infancy in Australia, and erroneously labeled a homosexual disease.

Today, due to the rise of sex offences toward children and the sexual liberties some off-kilter adults take, education has become something else and it has resulted in children having to grow up faster – even if they may not have the emotional maturity to handle or process all the information. Sexual predators come in a variety of guises. Often enough, a sexual predator is likely to be an adult that is placed in a position of trust – such as a high school educator.

This latest story from Melbourne, concerning a female teacher wanting a fifteen year old student as a sex slave caught my eye today because it reminded me of the short period of time I took to get to know a younger male, who expressed an interest in submission. Initially, I thought his preference a joke, something to 'freak me out' or something, but when I explored his supposed preference further – through talking – I found that his earlier experiences, whilst in high school, probably colored (or tainted) his attitude toward himself and his sexual preference. His early intimate experiences, at the hands of high school girls, as a lad himself, involved a high level of humiliation. So much so that he became accustomed to it: worthlessness, verbal and physical humiliation, and all during a pivotal period of teenage development. To me, it's a form of abuse, and one that doesn't present healthy development. It is one thing to have fantasies involving domination, humiliation and submission, and for those fantasies to have abstract origins, but if the origin involves early experiences at the hands of people who are immature, selfish and sadistic, can it be viewed as being functional or healthy?

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Lauren Hutton and Sex and the City

I was watching Sex and the City on DVD last week, and housemate sat there, bemused by the debacles on the show: every single female drama experienced during a woman's experience in the Dating Twilight Zone.

"They are so fucking superficial," he said.
"It's just a show," I replied.
"Their only interest is cock and fashion. That is all they talk about."

Me? I used to watch it for the escapism. After all, it's not like I'll be able to afford to buy a pair of Louboutins in my lifetime, and due to my physical handicap  - having a broader foot, as well as being a size 10 in shoes (smoking stunted my growth, I should be six foot tall, not five seven) - there is no way in hell I'll ever fit into a Jimmy Choo.

"Think of it differently. Life is so much easier talking about shoes and the weird world of male behavior," I said.

"I've had to suffer over two seasons of these DVD's, and I noticed that 911 didn't really happen in this series. They didn't even fucking talk about it."

"It would be difficult to fit in 911 into a short comedy show."

Lauren Hutton has interesting things to say about SATC, that it perpetuates the myth that single women are 'sluts'. Which brings us to the very word, slut. Regardless of all the hoo-hahh over the word, everyone uses it at some point in their life. Lauren's view is that SATC (the show) is written by gay males who are sluts, 'that's what I think!' and then she says that men are sluts, due to testosterone. Hutton heads into  humor-evolution, which is like saying guys aren't discerning (ie sluts) in the way women are in terms of procreation. But even Lauren is concerned about looking old, but she looks great for 64. Maybe she should take over Sharon Stone's Dior gig?

The other surprise (considering the NYO is the original home of the sex columns by Candace Bushnell) relating to SATC was the film review in the New York Observer, by Rex Reed. It was like reading housemate.

In the Daily Telegraph, on Monty's blog, one commenter says the following:

"I think it appeals to middle age chicks like to watch cos the like to pretend there lives are just like the show. Im suprised that they made it into a movie though, and how much hype surrounds it. What next? Everybody Loves Raymond: THE MOVIE."

Everyone Loves Raymond: The Movie? I don't think so. That would put everyone off the idea of marriage, and the marriage industry would experience a slump. After all, who would really want to be married to Raymond? I'm amazed the show was titled 'Everyone Loves Raymond.' I secretly harbored my own alternative title to that show (even though it made me laugh), "Who can fuck Raymond, let alone live with Raymond for all perpetuity?"

That is why bed hopping and shopping work so well. If guys dump women or become emotionally distant, at least women can shop, doll themselves up, have girlie days (with friends who love them unconditionally) and feel better, and I think - despite the neurotic moments in SATC - that is what it's all about. At the end of it all, friends hold a person together. That, and shared interests - shopping, lunching, getting shitfaced in a bar, making an idiot of oneself, and having a story to tell at the end of it all. It's much better than sitting in the house moping and sulking.

As for the word 'slut', it's a social construct. A lot like the word 'race'. It only gains meaning by those who prefer to create social divisions and justify those divisions with added titles like 'slut' and 'race'.

The Scarf Kerfuffle Hits Bondi

Yesterday I blogged about the conservative freak out over the keffiyeh that saw Dunkin Donuts drop an advert due to a scarf and conservative blogging chanteuse Michelle Malkin milking the topic, now the aftershock has hit Bondi in Sydney. Who says that Australia is a galaxy away from everything?

A bottle shop worker in Bondi was interrogated by a Palestinian customer. She was asked if she was wearing her scarf for political reasons or as a fashion statement. The poor 20 year old woman had no clue about the politics behind the scarf, and that confirms the obvious. Many young Australian women aren't obsessed about politics. They, justifiably so, live their life and enjoy their life and don't waste endless hours analyzing the life of glorified idiots (politicians) and psychos (terrorists).

The bottle shop worker chose the scarf because it matched her uniform: it was the only color choice she could wear. And then the drama unfolds. The Palestinian customer called to complain, two days after visiting the store, and then the ultimate complaint arrived from Jewish customers, which prompted the store manager to request removing the scarf. Talk about a two-pronged complaint: first from the Palestinian customer, followed by Jewish customers.

They ought to add a warning on all tourist literature relating to Bondi and Bondi Beach, and hand Australian customs an international fashion update: "Please consider the sensitivities of Bondi residents, please have your scarf analyzed before wearing it in our area."

The Keffiyeh Kerfuffle...

It's a Man Holding his Dick: Majestic Penis

Funnylogo I don't know what is funnier: the double-entendre of the pictured logo, or the fact that it cost more than 10,000 pounds to create (hello, has anyone heard of Photoshop?) the logo for Her Majesty's treasury.

The logo represents the British Office of Government Commerce, but place it on its side and it looks like a bloke clutching his dick. It adds a new twist to, 'on her Majesty's Service.'

On Karma II or Karma by Dior

Sharon Stone singlehandedly made Karma into a bad word this week, and has now issued a (half arsed) apology via, Christian Dior - apologizing for her comments.

"Due to my inappropriate words and acts during the interview, I feel deeply sorry and sad about hurting Chinese people," the actress, 50, said in the statement. "I am willing to take part in the relief work of China's earthquake, and wholly devote myself to helping affected Chinese people."

She was pretty happy and quite up herself when she said what she said during an interview. Christian Dior has dropped her from its Chinese ad market, but I'm wondering why they don't drop her altogether. Gong_li It's not as though she has a rapport with women. She comes off haughty in every image (publicity or other), and there is no real joie de vivre in her eyes.

There are other actresses the same age as Sharon, to take over the Dior Capture Totale campaign, such as Kim Cattrall. But I don't get why they'd have Sharon Stone advertising Christian Dior in the Asian market. She is uber blonde and blue eyed. It's like advertising an adult version of Barbie to women who cannot identify with Barbie. Why can't they have Kim Cattrall for the western market, and Gong Li for the Hong Kong/Chinese/Asian market? I don't understand why a company would have Sharon Stone representing the Asian market in ad campaigns when there are so many Asian actresses and media personalities who are more appealing.

Can Dior's actions (dropping Stone) be considered karma? ;)

A Hillary Spoof...

I almost choked on my coffee when the gay assassin in the video told Hillary's character that she ought to have a HIV test.

The Most Amusing Dating Service

It's not a real dating service, but imagine if it was a real dating service?

May 29, 2008

The Most Intrepid Web Cam Girl

I received a reader question today. Actually, I don't think it can be classified as a reader question, as it is more close to random curiosity. I was asked if I was - possibly, maybe, hopefully - the same girl behind the site known as Anacam or Ana Voog. The name was familiar.

Curious, I looked it up and had a laugh. I was asked the same question a few years ago in a chat room (my user name at that time was Ana), and no, I'm not Ana Voog.

If I broadcast my life via webcam, people would die of boredom. I can think of a few routine scenes that would appear in the Web Razzies:

Scene 1: Morning. I get out of bed (or flop out, depending on whether I took a sleeping tablet the night before), go to the bathroom, with the cat hot on my heels mewling 'I'm hungry bitch, when are you going to feed me?' I take a leak, step into the shower for a five minute lather and rinse, followed by a quick (not languidly long) dry off.

Scene 2: Kitchen. Kettle switched on and me bent over with a can of cat food. Water boiled, and coffee stirred.

Scene 3: Sitting at the dining table, cigarette, and a flick through the morning newspapers.

Scene 4: Seated on my butt using my fingers....typing something (like this?).

Therefore, I'd be completely boring...but today, I did manage to have some action at home -ransacking the living room and bookshelf searching for my med prescription. Two hours of fun-fun-fun.

Race is Proportional to Racism

More a social construct than scientific fact, the word 'race' is still used to define a social group based on physical appearance. It is a useless word, one that may indicate the progression (or lack of progression) within a society or country.

It's been more than thirty years since scientific circles collected data to confirm that the concept of 'race,' defined as 'distinct biological or homogeneous genetic groups of humans' doesn't exist. Many scientists recognize the origin of the word or classification known as 'race' as a convenient term that originated in the 15th and 16th centuries to justify political domination and economic exploitation. The populations that experienced political domination and economic exploitation were those with distinct physical differences, primarily those with a noticeably different skin colour. On a more superficial level, the term race had a second wind, pissing me off a little, after I wrote a short story that just happened to feature an ethically diverse couple having sex. It was immediately classed as an 'interracial' story, and I thought it odd considering I don't use that term. Never have, but in some parts of the word, particularly North America, the term race is used liberally.

In Australia, race is rarely used, but 'ethnicity' seems to matter. I can recall moments of confusion - years ago - when filling out my dating profile thinking, 'great it's a choice between Mediterranean and 'White Caucasian.' The idea of online dating became less appealing for me and the idea of virtual people basing their selection on words was more disturbing than their penchant for golden showers and handcuffs. The funniest? Seeing 'other' in the ethnicity section. Other what? Purple and pink polka dots? What do people think if they read a dating profile with 'ethnicity = other?' If any one asked me my opinion today, I'd say, 'it's all so fucking stupid,' and I have been known to tick 'other' because there wasn't any box, named 'unimportant,' to tick. I had to classify myself so blokes could make a judgment. One time, I ticked 'White Caucasian' only to meet my online date, this Anglo dude, for him to correct me, telling me that I ticked the wrong box. According to him, I didn't look White Caucasian. I asked him what I looked like, and he said I should have ticked the Mediterranean box, or the Middle Eastern box. Let's just say that he didn't get anywhere near my BOX.

It is troubling when societies acknowledge that they vote based on 'race' or even use 'race' as part of their everyday vocabulary. I sometimes wonder if frequent usage of this word within a certain society or country, is proportional to the racism within a country.

There is no genetic or biological homogeneity when the DNA is the same within all humans. Admittedly, I'm not a huge fan of terms such as 'interracial' or 'race relations' or 'racial vote.' Reinforcing the word 'race' via its frequent usage as a defining term reinforces the pseudo-science associated with it, one that subtly distinguishes people on a biological and genetic basis, which is pure fallacy or about as scientific as the term 'karma.'

The only way forward, to eventually eradicate racism, is to eradicate the word 'race' from the human vocabulary, and nations that promote democracy should not include race in their vocabulary.

The above is just a small thought, that arrived after viewing the ongoing coverage of the US election and the sometime reference to 'racial voting.'

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