So finally I know a 'face' on Beautiful Agony.

It's such a damned intriguing website.

While I'm happy enough to look at pictures of handsome folk in their underwear, there's something about watching a close-up, full-frontal shot of someone jerking off until they blow that is slightly confronting.

Moreso when you know you're going to have a cup of tea with them at some stage in the near future.

Because everyone else here likes to show pictures of themselves flashing their bottoms and motherfuck it I have always been a fan of peer pressure.


where: Vatulele, Fiji.
when: last year
why: LOOK AT WHERE I AM. Drinking French champagne, looking like a tattooed scruff amongst IT millionaires, high livin'. You would be showing off your underwear too.

missb: so I hear you've been dating an older guy

lady_a: yeah, he's 39

missb: ooh

lady_a: i know

missb: has he been married? Got kids?

lady_a: 19 y.o son

missb: HEL-lo

lady_a: yeah

missb: there's a threeway opportunity if ever I saw one

lady_a: hehe

missb: sorry, that's a wrong thing to say isn't it

lady_a: nah, don't worry. we make jokes about it all the time.

WHEN VETS GO BAD:




One stunning pose in a long-running and most likely never-to-be-seen series.





I heart MadDame.

Melbourne is all of a sudden cold and grey again. I'm not sure I mind so much. Perfect weather for soup, and stripping off when indoors.


Also: red wine.



A drink to suit every season.

WHY DO PEOPLE NOT SELL MARGARITA MIX ANYMORE?


Me and Gabi searched all over Northcote Plaza and surrounding areas. Gab kept insisting that finding Margarita Mix was a rarity; I kept driving with a dogged expression and a hankering for that sweet, sweet limey tequila.

Eventually we found some in the Park Spew drive-through bottle-o, but I was stunned at the otherwise barren landscape.


THIS IS AN EXCELLENT DRINK MIX AND MUST BE BROUGHT BACK TO POPULARITY BY WE, THE PEOPLE.

I insist.

Alright, here's my first direct lift from the blog. I hope this isn't cheating too much. DON'T HATE CRIME ME.

On Friday night Gabi and myself attended the Drones' blistering rock show at a popular inner-city venue.

When we arrived we received the verbal equivalent to a pash followed by an incredibly painful eye-gouge. Here is how the conversation went:


BOUNCER: I.D. please, ladies.

GABI: Excuse me?

BOUNCER: I need to see some I.D.

ME: Are you serious?

BOUNCER: (long hard stare) I.D. please.

Gabi and I exchange glances, attempting to recall the last time we were asked to prove we were over eighteen.

BOUNCER: (impatient) I.D.

He's serious. We are thrilled.

ME: I love you.

GABI: Yeah, you're a genius.

Bouncer looks confused.

Thirty year-old and twenty-nine year-old hand over identification.

BOUNCER: (reading birthdates) Ah.

ME: (playfully flirtatious) But you can ask us for our I.D anytime.

BOUNCER: Well. You look good.

GABI: Thank-you!

BOUNCER: (warming up) If I was older, I'd ask you out on a date!

ME: .....



If he was older??


Was that not essentially saying 'you two old bags look alright - for your age'? Why did he send us off on our merry way with the deferential politeness usually reserved for Anzac Day poppy sellers? SINCE WHEN DID I BECOME OLDER THAN BOUNCERS???


It's no wonder I drink.

Why is it I have nothing to write about on here except for 'I sent photos in and am awaiting confirmation'?



My boyfriend did Beautiful Agony on the weekend. It's weird that people will be able to watch his come face on the internet.

I'm happy for people to see me naked, but the idea of faceless hordes watching me have an orgasm is a little more than I'm comfortable with at present. One can only imagine the day my dad decides to do a little googling and stumbles across video footage of his only child in the throes of ecstasy.


Perish the thought.

I really am awful at updating this thing. It's hard enough keeping my 'real' blog going on a daily basis without dedicating myself to an SG diary.


With the help of my photographer, the set is all completed and sent in (yes I know, what an awful procrastinator, DON'T JUDGE ME). I hope they don't use any of the pics I don't like. I must put myself in the hands of the SG gods I guess.

x

I guess I have to start this journal sometime, after two years lurking broodily on the site...

Really, if you want to know the way my mind works just go check out my blog. It should give you some insight.

The lovely MadDame recently shot a set for me and I am sending the pictures in this week. Fingers crossed... x