Well, aside from the fact that I'd like to kick the photographer for my last set in the teeth, and ribs, and possibly the nads for making me look like a fat cow in a lot of those pictures, and not telling me the tag was sticking out of my underwear, and ignoring me when I asked him to "please minimize such-and-such" I'd say that some of the pictures from my new set are quite pretty.

Example:



Now that's a nice picture, eh? There were some other ones that I liked, too, and I shall put them behind a spoiler as to not offend the eyes of my relatives:

Indeed.

In other news, nothing much has changed. I spent some time in the hospital but I'm okay now, it wasn't anything serious. But, there go a lot of my dollars. Boo.

And you've seen all these pictures before, but I really miss dunx. Rumor has it I'm going to get to see him in about a month, though, so I'm totally way super uber stoked.

You probably don't want to click on this spoiler, especially if you have dial-up.

I'll update again in another couple weeks or so, I'm sure. Try to stay out of trouble, at least, if I don't get to be there for it, and remember to use condoms.

Edit: Please stop tagging my sets with shit like "vag" and "pussy" and "spread" because it's retarded. Please stop tagging my sets with shit like "chubby" because it's rude. Please stop tagging my sets with "pierced clit" because I DO NOT HAVE A PIERCED CLIT. Just please stop tagging my sets with things that aren't true. Thank you. Things like "spankalicious" and "video game fight music" can stay, but anything as non-descript as "hips" or "sexy" is out, okay? Okay.

Edit: Well, apparently my new set starts about halfway through itself. How disappointing.

June 21st is my 4 year anniversary of going live on SG. A lot has happened in my life in those four years. I've graduated from college, visted cities (and countries!) I never dreamed I'd see, moved a few thousand miles, leanred to drive, experienced the greatest joys and the deepest losses I can remember, grown my hair over a foot and changed its color uncountable times, drank exponentially more than my weight in alcoholic beverages, learned to play pool, forgotten how to be myself, and made the best friends I'll ever have.

Thanks, SG, for giving me so many wonderful opportunities and for always being here when I need you.

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Unrelatedly, on the subject of circumcision: I would wager that 75% of women who've been with an uncircumcised man didn't even know it at the time. When erect, an uncut cock looks just the same as one that's had part of it snipped for God. I honestly don't understand what the big fucking deal is. That's how penises look! Women can be such assholes about the subject, too. Women seem to feel a-okay when it comes to saying nasty shit about the male body but if a man were to make similar disparaging comments about a woman's body he'd be forced to sleep on the couch. Lighten up, will ya? People look weird and different. It's how people are.

Wake me up when it's over, okay?

Thanks.

Blah blah blah. I'm only updating because none of you know who The Grays are anyway.

My job is going well. I like it a lot, and I like my boss a lot. She reminds me a lot of my mom. She's really easy going and sweet, and she told me that one of the reasons she hired me was that I'd had the most interesting selection of past jobs, including having worked at a tattoo parlor and for a porn site. I remember at the interview she asked me exactly what kind of website it was and I was trying to tiptoe around the whole "adult" part and she said something like, "it's okay, you can tell me. I applied to work at [I don't remember exactly what the place was called, but I think "Adam & Eve" is about right] a while ago but my daughter was big in her church and I didn't want to embarrass her by working at a sex shop," and right then I knew we'd get along fine. And we do. She's a really wonderful lady.

We install stuff at people's houses so we have a bunch of younger guys who work on the crew. They stare at me whenever I have to go back into the warehouse. One of them "subtlely" slipped me his number one morning and then when I had to call him and tell him to go to this other lady's house he tried to ask me out over the phone. On a business call. Well, at least he actually asked me out instead of just acting like an idiot every time he sees me, like some of the other guys. Any time I need to go back there to give one of them the phone or talk to the crew leader or whatever they all just stare at me like they've never seen a girl before. They're nice enough guys, I just wonder why their mothers didn't teach them not to stare.

I wish I didn't live so far away from so many people I like so much. There are a lot of people I like here, but the only one who's single is my brother and all the other single people I meet suck. Yeah, I'm starting to get a little tired of the whole "single" thing I have going for myself. It was fun for a while but then after it's been like a year and you're still unable to find someone to date who lives withing 300 miles things get old. But really, I have a lot of friends in a lot of different places and I wish we could all go live on a tropical island somewhere and swim in the ocean and have drinks at one of those bars they have with the stools under the water in the pool and do karaoke (not at the pool bar) and then go play pool (also not at the pool bar) all night and sit out on the beach to watch the sunrise... and then sex.

I'm tired. I'm very tired. I also can't sleep. I'm a bit sad. I think I eat too much.

Man, I had something I wanted to say when I started this and now I can't remember it. Something about being alone and not having anyone to talk to, maybe.

Perhaps some egyptians believe.

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all we've got

is nothing




we've got nothing








and nothing can tear us apart




and nothing can break my heart




...........




what are you thinking?

what did you learn today?






"nothing," is just what I thought you would say

Haha, suckers.

I'd like to thank everyone who gave me birthday wishes, all 200 of you. It was very nice.

I'd also like to thank the few people who sent me presents, including a book (The Vagina Monologues), a cd (Blackout, The Dropkick Murphys) and a movie (Super Troopers). They've treated me quite well.

Oh yeah, I got a job back at the end of March as an office assistant, so that's pretty rad. Having a job, I mean.

Also, I tried my hand at vector drawing, which, I have learned, is quite time consuming and difficult, especially with only having a track pad. Of course, I used a picture of myself, because I am vain. Check me out. I know the colors are wonky, but it was my first try, and only after I was done did I figure out how to do gradients.



For comparison:

So, as many of you see, today is my birthday. Yes, my actual birthday. April fourth. 4/4. My real, really, real, for reals birthday.

No, I'm not 30, I'm sorry.

Anyway, the purpose of this entry is to talk about SG.

When I first encountered SG in December of 2001 I was amazed. I was amazed at what they were doing with pornography. Okay, call it art, call it erotica, call it a fucking beer garden, but whatever you call it the end result is the same: SG brings us beautiful women, and beautiful pictures of these beautiful women, but those pictures aren't all SG is, not by a LONG shot. SG brings us the beautiful women themselves, not just the pictures.. We get a look into their lives, a look into their personalities, into what they do, into who they are. Instead of just seeing their bodies we see them. The SGs, these women, aren't just presented as sexy bodies to be considered pornographic. SGs have every aspect of themselves out on display for erotic consumption. The entire woman is presented as sexy, rather than simply the shape of their body. In addition, SGs aren't presented only as sexual beings. but real, honest people, people with lives, friends, interestes, people who have jobs and sometimes struggle to make ends meet, just like everyone else, and it's these real women, these wonderful, naked (physically and mentally) human beings who are attractive. It's not just their bodies, and it's not that their minds are set on sex. They are people, and some people can be very, very sexy.

That's what makes SG stand alone in the pornography business: they show that entire people, as themselves, are pornographic beings. It isn't just their bodies that are sexy. It is everything about them.

I hope that made sense.

I hope I have done my SG sisters justice with my rambling, incoherent explanation of what I believe makes SG a Good Thing. I know a lot of guys, who, when they want to jerk off, they have to look at porno that objectifies women, that turns them into cum dumpters, things, shapes that are only meant to gratify men. This is all fine and good if it's kept to fantasy, but many men actually take this view of women into the real world, beyond their sexual fantasies, treating actual women as objects, which I think it unhealthy. SG, I believe, counters this unhealthy view of women, presenting the entire woman as sexy, stimulating the mind, as well as the body, of the porn consumer. Women aren't sexy because they are things. Women are sexy because they are people, and SG perpetuates this wonderfully healthy view of women.

I say thee, yay, SG.

Yay.

Happy Birthday to me!

I was going to make an entry about how my birthday is coming up, and how it seems to arrive more quickly every year, and how every year I seem to care just a little bit less but never turn down the money my relatives send me, and I guess it's a little about that because I just said it, but I have something else to say.

This is an excerpt from a statement from the Texas Republican Party Platform that was issued back in 2004:

and so is this:

*sigh*

Makes me sick, so it does.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go use condoms while I have anal sex with a man and oral sex with a woman. At the same time.

As a note on the picture in my previous entry, yes, that was at the video store I go to and not my personal collection.