i feel like cinderella... i want to go to the ball
i hate going places alone. I really want to go to the Best of San Diego party, that is so my thing. Tickets are $50 which I'm cool with, it would be totally worth it to me, but I can't even think of anyone else who'd be down.
i hate going places alone. I really want to go to the Best of San Diego party, that is so my thing. Tickets are $50 which I'm cool with, it would be totally worth it to me, but I can't even think of anyone else who'd be down.
the audiion
could have gone better
a lot better
but, of course, it could have gone soooo much worse
my voice sounded beautiful to me, I just totally fucked up my timing, Dayum. At least timing is something that can be fixed. I need a coach.
could have gone better
a lot better
but, of course, it could have gone soooo much worse
my voice sounded beautiful to me, I just totally fucked up my timing, Dayum. At least timing is something that can be fixed. I need a coach.
2 days since I broke up with my now ex boyfriend. I know I did the right thing, it just feels strange.
onward and upward I suppose.
Tomorrow I audition for the sd opera. Ideally I would stay in and just look at my music tonight butttttt
I can't! I need to be social!!! Ever so luckily my guy friends down the street are having a party.
I know, I know, don't fuck up and blow the audition, but I honestly think I'll be better off if I go chill for a while and blow off some steam. I wont even drink. I'll just savor the vibe, maybe do a little hot tubbing, and remember why I used to love hanging with all those people before I started dating what's his name.
onward and upward I suppose.
Tomorrow I audition for the sd opera. Ideally I would stay in and just look at my music tonight butttttt
I can't! I need to be social!!! Ever so luckily my guy friends down the street are having a party.
I know, I know, don't fuck up and blow the audition, but I honestly think I'll be better off if I go chill for a while and blow off some steam. I wont even drink. I'll just savor the vibe, maybe do a little hot tubbing, and remember why I used to love hanging with all those people before I started dating what's his name.
"Cecily,
I'm quite disappointed at your no production whatsoever, based on your own promises. An opportunity like this one does not come often in our lives, and when it does there are quite a few years in between. How would you expect me to pay for your accommodations in Cannes after showing total unprofessionalism?
Please delete from your computer the psd file you downloaded from our server.
Good luck,
Boris"
I wasn't ready. Especially after what happened after I went to Argentina.
On the upside, now I want to prove him wrong........
I hope this is how it was meant to be.
I'm quite disappointed at your no production whatsoever, based on your own promises. An opportunity like this one does not come often in our lives, and when it does there are quite a few years in between. How would you expect me to pay for your accommodations in Cannes after showing total unprofessionalism?
Please delete from your computer the psd file you downloaded from our server.
Good luck,
Boris"
I wasn't ready. Especially after what happened after I went to Argentina.
On the upside, now I want to prove him wrong........
I hope this is how it was meant to be.
Second wave: Feminism and porn's golden age
Radical Society, Oct 2002, by Glass, Loren
URL
http://findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_qa4053/is_200210/ai_n9085969
Second wave: Feminism and porn's golden age
Radical Society, Oct 2002 by Glass, Loren
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THE OPENING OF GERALD DAMIANOiS hard-core film Deep Throat at New York's World Theater in June of 1972 marked a turning point in American cultural history. Over six thousand people went to see the film in the first week. Mainstream reviewers praised it. Its New York success sparked a nationwide run, giving Middle America a strong dose of coastal cosmopolitan culture. The film, which originally cost only $25,000 to make, eventually grossed over 25 million dollars, making it one of the most profitable films of all time, and it remains one of the top-selling hard-core video rentals. The unexpected success of Deep Throat seemed to signal the apogee of America's sexual revolution, heralding a new age of frank and uninhibited public engagement with intimate issues previously suppressed by Puritanism and prudery. And its focus on one woman's quest for sexual satisfaction additionally seemed to indicate that the dou-ble standard was finally being overturned, that female pleasure was finally being acknowledged in the public sphere.
Radical Society, Oct 2002, by Glass, Loren
URL
http://findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_qa4053/is_200210/ai_n9085969
Second wave: Feminism and porn's golden age
Radical Society, Oct 2002 by Glass, Loren
E-MAILPRINTLINK
THE OPENING OF GERALD DAMIANOiS hard-core film Deep Throat at New York's World Theater in June of 1972 marked a turning point in American cultural history. Over six thousand people went to see the film in the first week. Mainstream reviewers praised it. Its New York success sparked a nationwide run, giving Middle America a strong dose of coastal cosmopolitan culture. The film, which originally cost only $25,000 to make, eventually grossed over 25 million dollars, making it one of the most profitable films of all time, and it remains one of the top-selling hard-core video rentals. The unexpected success of Deep Throat seemed to signal the apogee of America's sexual revolution, heralding a new age of frank and uninhibited public engagement with intimate issues previously suppressed by Puritanism and prudery. And its focus on one woman's quest for sexual satisfaction additionally seemed to indicate that the dou-ble standard was finally being overturned, that female pleasure was finally being acknowledged in the public sphere.
"It seems like you're not the same with me lately, like, I wonder if there are some unsaid feelings. Like, maybe because I have a new girlfriend, and it's the first, um, well serious thing since you."
She looked at him blankly, cold, frozen. Her eyes stayed still as her lips moved.
"Actually my brother's in town. We're trying to figure out how to get our little sister back into the United States because our mom hits her."
Priceless.
"You fucking douche bag."
Long. Pause.
"Why didn't you say anything? I mean, I'm so sorry. That came out wrong. But, I mean, that's not something you have to deal with alone. Your one of my tightest friends, you're
like, my home girl. If you like, need anything, I'm here for you."
She hated it when he called her a home girl.
"Since when were we friends? When's the last time I called you to say hello or ask how you were doing? I'm sorry, that probably sounded so rude
She was not sorry.
…but yea. You're so fucking vain.
"Not friends? Since when were we not friends?"
She knit pity into her eyebrows while she let the smallest smile creep along the corners of her mouth. She had a dream where he died laying next to her while she was sleeping. That was months ago. He had been dead to her since then. Since then she had been free.
"It seems like you're not the same with me lately, like, I wonder if there are some unsaid feelings. Like, maybe because I have a new girlfriend, and it's the first, um, well serious thing since you."
She looked at him blankly, cold, frozen. Her eyes stayed still as her lips moved.
"Actually my brother's in town. We're trying to figure out how to get our little sister back into the United States because our mom hits her."
Priceless.
"You fucking douche bag."
Long. Pause.
"Why didn't you say anything? I mean, I'm so sorry. That came out wrong. But, I mean, that's not something you have to deal with alone. Your one of my tightest friends, you're
like, my home girl. If you like, need anything, I'm here for you."
She hated it when he called her a home girl.
"Since when were we friends? When's the last time I called you to say hello or ask how you were doing? I'm sorry, that probably sounded so rude
She was not sorry.
…but yea. You're so fucking vain.
"Not friends? Since when were we not friends?"
She knit pity into her eyebrows while she let the smallest smile creep along the corners of her mouth. She had a dream where he died laying next to her while she was sleeping. That was months ago. He had been dead to her since then. Since then she had been free.
She looked at him blankly, cold, frozen. Her eyes stayed still as her lips moved.
"Actually my brother's in town. We're trying to figure out how to get our little sister back into the United States because our mom hits her."
Priceless.
"You fucking douche bag."
Long. Pause.
"Why didn't you say anything? I mean, I'm so sorry. That came out wrong. But, I mean, that's not something you have to deal with alone. Your one of my tightest friends, you're
like, my home girl. If you like, need anything, I'm here for you."
She hated it when he called her a home girl.
"Since when were we friends? When's the last time I called you to say hello or ask how you were doing? I'm sorry, that probably sounded so rude
She was not sorry.
…but yea. You're so fucking vain.
"Not friends? Since when were we not friends?"
She knit pity into her eyebrows while she let the smallest smile creep along the corners of her mouth. She had a dream where he died laying next to her while she was sleeping. That was months ago. He had been dead to her since then. Since then she had been free.
"It seems like you're not the same with me lately, like, I wonder if there are some unsaid feelings. Like, maybe because I have a new girlfriend, and it's the first, um, well serious thing since you."
She looked at him blankly, cold, frozen. Her eyes stayed still as her lips moved.
"Actually my brother's in town. We're trying to figure out how to get our little sister back into the United States because our mom hits her."
Priceless.
"You fucking douche bag."
Long. Pause.
"Why didn't you say anything? I mean, I'm so sorry. That came out wrong. But, I mean, that's not something you have to deal with alone. Your one of my tightest friends, you're
like, my home girl. If you like, need anything, I'm here for you."
She hated it when he called her a home girl.
"Since when were we friends? When's the last time I called you to say hello or ask how you were doing? I'm sorry, that probably sounded so rude
She was not sorry.
…but yea. You're so fucking vain.
"Not friends? Since when were we not friends?"
She knit pity into her eyebrows while she let the smallest smile creep along the corners of her mouth. She had a dream where he died laying next to her while she was sleeping. That was months ago. He had been dead to her since then. Since then she had been free.
hypocrisy is funny when it is your own.
I just made fun of the super homoerotic fraternity skit I saw tonight,
then I remembered the film I entered into the AEPi charity film fest competition last week
It was basically a long running joke about big boobs hahaha
http://web.mac.com/cecilyrk/iWeb/Site%204/TheDoubleD%27s.html
I just made fun of the super homoerotic fraternity skit I saw tonight,
then I remembered the film I entered into the AEPi charity film fest competition last week
It was basically a long running joke about big boobs hahaha
http://web.mac.com/cecilyrk/iWeb/Site%204/TheDoubleD%27s.html
