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The Wandering WebWhore is my personal blog. I'm a 30-something indie pornographer whose journal covers a variety of topics: mundane daily life, work-related reflection, sex stuff, current events, and more. MY SITE FEED 
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Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Company Coming Over
Just a quick post to say that we have family visiting today and tomorrow so some of our cams and audio will be down. It's been too long since we've seen our nephew and we haven't even given my sister her present for her birthday which was a month ago. It's a hot pair of peeptoe sandals so in the back of my mind I'm hoping I can get a set of foot-focused pics out of her while she's wearing them, too. Is that so wrong? PROBABLY! Some snaps of me from the last time we had company over:  My psychiatrist's office finally called back so I made an appointment to get back on Ritalin. I got a huge headache yesterday because I've been trying to use caffeine instead of prescription stimulants and caffeine? It's pure fucking evil. I don't have to consume much over the course of three or four days to suffer nasty consequences. Even though I was almost totally out of commission yesterday with the headache, I did manage to write and post for members a sicko masturbation fantasy I had. I'm not sure if other people will jack off to it, but it's an interesting peek into the mind of a woman and how the threat of violence from men is a constantly disturbing companion that can't be safely separated from sex in our subconscious minds. Our brains are diseased with scary men. Labels: attention deficit disorder, family, fantasies, fears, friends, gender issues, health, human nature, masturbation, mundane, PHOTOS, sexuality 3 comments -  
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Sunday, August 31, 2008
Red Leather Gloves & Endocrinology
We have a wedding to attend today, so we had to cancel our usual Sunday shows. As a consolation prize, last night I posted a new gallery and a couple of archived webcam shows from a year ago in my members-only area, including one where I played in one of my favorite things, GLOVES, specifically short red leather gloves:  I covet gloves that are small enough to fit me and tight enough to STRETCH across my knuckles. These ones are old and stained from a vintage clothing store, but I fucking adore them. I would love to have fresh, duplicate pairs in white, red, pink, brown, green, and black. That would make me squeal with leathery happiness! I want to slap others and myself with them and appreciate my freckled arms stemming from their sassy short lengths. In the other show I posted I wore black nylon stockings and stuck my feet in the camera/viewers' virtual faces a lot:  ***** Next month when my insurance waiting period for pre-existing conditions ends I am going to go see an endocrinologist as suggested by oogoddess awhile back; even if they don't find any explanation for my infertility, weight gain, etc. it will be good to rule out a thyroid problem and other things. My period finally started SIX WEEKS after my last one and I'm pretty much at my wits end dealing with wacky hormones and seeing very little results from exercising and eating more moderately (which is really really fucking hard when having wacky hormones makes me want comfort food for medication). I know I'm getting older and my metabolism is slowing down -- I can accept that -- but I still want to rule out the thyroid thing completely. Thyroid problems seem to be pretty common and frequently undiagnosed for years; there's no reason to suffer needlessly if that's my problem. Labels: fetishes, gloves, health, hormones, PHOTOS, webcam shows 2 comments -
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Saturday, August 30, 2008
Julia's Foot
 We only brought our new camera out while Julia and her photographer were here visiting just to show off our tool, but I did snap a couple of pics of her bare foot:  ***** Right now I'm working on an update for members, editing pictures we shot last night. I am so bloated and puffy it's hard to look at a lot of pictures of myself lately, but there are always a few redeeming images that can even make the puff look magical. We really need to install the rest of our new hard drives so that I have enough space to download and edit videos. In the meantime, I have puffy pictures for you. 0 comments -
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Friday, August 29, 2008
Clarification on Bitching
I'm afraid my previous post made it sound like I don't give a fuck about people's problems and that as soon as people complain about anything I just plug my ears and run for the hills; that's totally not true and I feel bad if I made anyone think I am not receptive to hearing about or reading about the shit people are dealing with. I was just afraid that I was coming off as one of those livejournal types where every single post is about how their processed cheese became grainy for some reason and their medication ran out and they didn't win the ebay auction for that great limited edition Jack Skellington figurine and maybe it was for the best since they lost their job at the espresso stand and had to drop two out of three classes at community college because their teachers were mean and why do their boyfriends want to lick them down there when obviously that's so gross and they don't know what to do because they found out their boyfriends looked at porn once. I don't want to be one of those people and that remark was made out of self-consciousness, not criticism of others (except those annoying livejournal types I described). I was NOT referring to any of my friends or blogs I regularly read on purpose whose troubles I WANT to hear/read about. Not that I want them to have troubles, but I am interested in and care about whatever is going on with them. Fuck, sometimes I actually do care about those LJ folks, too, and am bizarrely interested in their ebay problems. Labels: apologies, blogging, clarifications 0 comments -
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Thursday, August 28, 2008
Hands Full
I have $150 of my own spending money and am trying to decide which of these things at the top of my personal wants list are most worthy of it: *a new microphone perfect for podcasting *hiring a guy to make a logo for WebWhoreBucks.com so I can give the whole thing a facelift and a proud capitalist woman vibe *use it all on massage and maybe exercise classes I'm leaning towards massage (and maybe mental health care) because even though I *yearn* for those other things, taking care of my body fulfills my basic needs (and IS mental health care) better than those other things do which require follow-up effort to be truly useful. Buying massage is one of the few things I can do for myself that is really good for me, requires no effort on my part, and on top of all that is PLEASURABLE. ***** Mildly put, I'm having a really difficult time today. A lot of it is hormonal/PMS, a lot of it is just the normal difficulty I have as an ADD person in prioritizing overwhelming sets of to-do's, but some of it is specific stress over a few different circumstances that I overall feel hopeful about, but have been emotionally exhausting. My emotional resources are tapped out and my brain's really loud and jumbly. To make part of a long story short, Delia's going Alcoholics Anonymous meetings now and I'm going to Alanon. It's a huge relief to me and I feel really positive about it. I feel like a lot of weight and isolation is being lifted from me. Still, there are residual effects of the stress I've/we've accumulated getting to this point and being in a number of transitions; I've cried a lot more than usual in the past week, which is awesome in some ways but just really fucking exhausting. On top of that, we continue to be plagued by problems with our neighbors. Fortunately, the guy got thrown back into jail yesterday so we'll have a bit of a break from him, but the woman is probably more of a menace to us than he is. And the daughter? I just feel so fucking bad for her that she's one of the pains that I cried over recently. Our main ISP where we have a business account tightened its spam filters and pretty much blocked us from sending any email from or referencing our porn domains through their outgoing mail servers; they were very helpful, professional, and non-accusatory, but ultimately I had to spend a lot of time on the phone for a couple of days to find a solution and get it working again. That time-suck piled on top of others makes me feel totally burned-out, like I can't get ahead. I know that's not true, I'm just feeling that way this week. It hasn't all been bad, and most of the time I feel happy, but my mood swings are extreme and the lows are really pathetic. I tried to get ahold of my psychiatrist that I haven't seen in five years or so, but he hasn't returned my messages. It would be a big help to get back on Ritalin so I could at least concentrate and get some work done without being totally scatterbrained, distracted, and wanting to rip out my overactive, inefficient brain. Just being able to sit down and work without little sounds like frogs croaking (which should be PLEASANT!) driving me to insanity would be a really huge help. I can't stand hearing people go on and on all the time about all their problems that they always seem to be having, so I just hope that if you're reading this that you have enough context for my complaining to know I'm not defeated or just a pitiful slug of depression with no hope for the future, I'm just in a bumpy spot. I know it's nowhere near what other people have to deal with, and I wouldn't trade in my problems for other people's, but that doesn't mean I can pretend everything's totally smooth sailing for me right now. It's not the big things that are bothering me today -- I feel pretty excited (in good ways) about the big things -- it's the little things that are wearing me down. Like my mom calling to say that even though Grandma appreciates my letters, she'd rather I called. And that making me feel like I was smothering in a lead blanket of guilt that I will never have enough energy, time or detachment to throw off (it's impossible to talk to my grandma without the first thing out of her mouth being a passive-aggressive guilt trip; I thought I was fulfilling more than I'm capable of just to talk to my MOM on the phone four times in two days but I'm supposed to interrupt work to do more? YES!!!). Then there's the world-is-out-to-get-me crap where you think everything is being aligned to stymie your efforts, like the library being closed for staff training the one day of the month you go out of your way to visit it, or water aerobics being canceled this week (JUST *this* week, they say!) when you made what felt like a herculean effort to go to the pool for the first time in fifteen years specifically for that because you really fucking need the exercise. And you know the whole modern cult-of-magnetization thinks you brought this shit on yourself . . . there ARE no coincidences and the world isn't out to sabotage you, YOU ARE DOING IT YOURSELF, but I have to calm down and remember that's both notions are a total fucking crock of shit and I just have to keep trying in spite of being annoyed that both facilities' online schedules were totally misleading! I made the best of both situations. I'm a fucking winner. And I know it will get better. Probably when my period starts. And my girlfriend is making me eggs and bacon right now to remind me that my life is charmed, sweet, and I'm not in this all by myself. I get taken care of. Labels: attention deficit disorder, depression, drugs, emotions, money, mundane 0 comments -
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Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Dexter vs. Deep Space Nine
Our friend AmberLily is a big Dexter fan, so her blog and tweets reminded us to check it out. I figured I would love it and looked forward to getting it through Netflix and starting from the beginning. We only made it through one and a half episodes before we sent it back. In some ways it was just my style; I *DELIGHT* in movies like Gacy, Ed Gein, May and American Psycho. Dexter is stylish, a little campy, witty, etc. I appreciated many aspects of what I saw, but I totally didn't want to spend any more time watching it. Part of the problem was that I loathed the female characters. Another problem is that we watch our netflixed tv shows at night before bed, and Dexter is just too dark and ludicrously violent to be relaxing then. I'm also hypercritical of stories of vigilantism when the vigilante is a MAN, meting out "justice" for crimes perpetrated against women and/or children. REALLY annoys me (except in the movie Buster and Billie which I *love*). And it was just too far-fetched. I know, it's in a way that's probably cool to other people but for me was just annoying. I'm pretty hard to please in the crime drama department, preferring/loving the stuff that's openly based on real crimes or is documentary style (almost all the crap on "Tru" tv). Also, since we've been part of shooting a few low-budget movies I have a harder time suspending disbelief when we watch other people's acting; I feel awkward for the actors and wonder how much time went into crafting certain scenes - the veil has been lifted even with the small-scale stuff we done and everything seems so transparent. I felt that way (embarrassed) a lot watching Michael C. Hall in his "action" scenes where he's confronting his victims. We prefer to watch Star Trek: Deep Space Nine before bed. I know it doesn't make sense when I criticized Dexter for being too far-fetched, but whatever. It makes me feel good to totally escape into a positive, optimistic vision of the future. I like going to sleep with messages of hope. Watching shows like Next Gen, Deep Space Nine, and Northern Exposure is like going to an ideal version of church for me where nobody expects you to believe in God and everyone at least TRIES to treat everybody else with kindness. People express enthusiasm, wonder and awe at the mystery of it all and the boundlessness of possibilities is depicted as something people can experience while they're still alive. So Deep Space Nine (with help from Weeds, Entourage, Spaced and Big Love) beat Dexter off our queue. Note to AmberLily: I just want you to know that I started writing this BEFORE you tweeted that you hate Seattle. And I don't hate Dexter as much as you hate Seattle -- I was so close to loving it! Some of the images were so beautiful . . . Labels: movies, pop culture, spiritual issues, television, true crime, values 3 comments -
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Why She Did Porn (but Doesn't Anymore)
Here's a great post from Mia: WHY I DID PORN, AND WHY I'M GLAD I DON'T ANYMORE And no, I don't think it's great JUST because I'm profiled in such a warm, fuzzy way in it; it's great because she tells you about a lot of the behind-the-scenes unsexy stuff that get in the way of indie porn being fun. Billing stuff, legal stuff, branding stuff, asshole stuff, relationship stuff, gender stuff, multi-tasking stuff, etc. Labels: advide to porn hopefuls, beauty standards, gender issues, links, panties, relationships, sex work, web culture, webwhore insights 0 comments -
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Friday, August 22, 2008
My Photo Editing Process
Here's a little insight into part of our work for those of you interested in how we get our photos from the camera to our porn site members and blogs: Every time I post a tweet letting members/voyeurs know they're watching me at the computer "editing pics", I wonder if people are thinking, "what does that entail, anyway?" So here's the process (Delia does hers a little differently than I do, so I'm just saying what I do): 1) We transfer the image files from our camera to a computer where we store all of our full size, unedited image files. We use a usb cable rather than removing the card every time and using a card reader, which seems to be the more popular way that most people do it. Not us, though. I've always used the cable because a) it came with our cameras, but card readers did not, and b) I prefer to avoid handling our memory cards that often; I think it's better not to touch them and expose them to dust, etc. so the only time we remove our memory cards is if we're shooting away from home, fill up a card, and need to put in a new card to take pictures. Estimated time: 5-30 minutes depending on how many pics we took (usually 75-200 per set, and we often shoot multiple sets on one card); it definitely takes longer with our new camera since each pic is 4288x2848 pixels and around five to nine megabytes. 2) At this point we often take a look through the pictures to assess how we did and talk about why the look good or don't. You'll see us doing this with our heads tilting back and forth since pics we took as portraits are laying on their sides in landscape. Estimated time: varies between 2 and 30 minutes 3) We make COPIES of the original files and put them on our working machines. Estimated time: virtually none as long as we aren't having annoying network problems 4) I go through the photos and delete duplicates, ugly pics, pics with bad lighting, etc. Because our sites are homemade with an amateur appeal, I leave in a lot of "bad" pics because even the blurry ones and ones I think are unflattering usually have some redeeming quality (ex. my face looks bad, but my butt looks great, or the light is not technically excellent and the picture's not print-ready, but it still evokes a mood and helps tie the images together so there's some movement from one image to the next). Sometimes I do leave in poses that are nearly identical; the standards for porn sites are very different from artistic photography sites because we aren't trying to exhibit our very best PHOTOGRAPHY, we're trying to give people pictures to arouse them AND meet the quantity expectations porn review sites look for. Very subtle differences in two like photos can make one jack-worthy to one person while the other is not. Let's say there's an image where I have an enticing expression on my face, but my feet are cut out of the frame. Then there's another nearly identical picture where I my double chin is highlighted, but my feet are all there and looking great. One guy who loves feet will be happy I included the ugly-face, feet-included pic, while another who doesn't care about feet will only be interested in my come-hither look in the other photo. That's why I leave in a lot of less-than-perfect and repetitious images. Still, I sometimes take a lot of time deciding whether or not to keep or toss pictures. Estimated time: 5-20 minutes 5) I open three photos at a time in Photoshop. I use a hotkey I've set up to rotate the image (if necessary) and another hotkey to resize the photo to my specifications. I look at each image more closely than before, adjusting levels to brighten them up if necessary, add more contrast, and adjust the color balance as needed; because we don't use a flash or tons of lights and we often rely on natural light or a combination, there's often a lot of variation in our photos even when we've taken all of them in one location. We might move in and out of different colors and levels of light so it does NOT work to apply a process on a whole batch of photos, I have to look at and edit each image individually. I also use the bandaid tool to cover up zits or ingrown hairs sometimes. Sometimes I crop and size pictures more creatively if I need more close-ups or really need to get rid of some distraction in the picture to salvage something good about it. Very rarely I will apply filters (soft blur, etc.) to images or just fuck around seeing what those look like without committing to them. We *do not* change color photos into black and white using Photoshop, Well, hardly ever. Almost all of the black and white pictures on our sites were SHOT in black and white. 6) I save each picture WITHOUT optimizing them (making the file size smaller for web suitability) because I want to keep a copies of high quality edited versions of each photo since one picture might be used in a number of places in a number of ways. Sometimes I save duplicates of images I especially like in a "promo" folder at a different size with a border added that I use for posting in our blogs. I have a promo folder inside each edited gallery folder. Estimated time for steps five and six: 30-120 minutes 7) I go through the pictures again to see if there are more I want to delete. 8) Sometimes I rename files so that they will be presented in an order that makes better sense (move pictures we took in the middle to the beginning, etc.). Estimated time for steps seven and eight: 0-10 minutes After all of that, I build the gallery which is another process entirely. ESTIMATED TOTAL TIME SPENT ON THIS PROCESS FOR EACH GALLERY: 45 minutes to three and a half hours I enjoy this process quite a bit (especially if I look halfway decent in the pictures) and appreciate taking the time to really SEE what were making. It's pleasurable, meditative, hot and it makes me feel productive. I also think it's important we do this work (and do it ourselves) because it teaches us what does and doesn't work with posing, lighting, camera settings, framing, etc. Want to know more behind-the-scenes info regarding our pics? Check out this entry on how much one shoot cost: ARE OUR SHOOTS WORTH IT? Labels: advide to porn hopefuls, beauty standards, fetishes, mundane, photography, PORNOGRAPHY, sex work, webwhore insights 1 comments -
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Thursday, August 21, 2008
Panty Line World
Allow me to direct more frustrated gazes towards the marvelous "PLineWorld". When our friends introduced it to us, I was immediately smitten and HYPNOTIZED by the flash preview.   Even though I do not have time to enjoy porn memberships right now, just the realization that even if I DID, I'd need a translator to figure out how to signup/couldn't figure out how makes me agitated with lust. They've done a great job luring me in . . . because those pictures are very VERY alluring (clicking on the member login takes you to previews of the galleries with samples, which of course make you really want to see the thumbnails that are NOT clickable to non-members). ***** Would love to blog about a million things (my questionable ethics, clarification about what is probably a "justice" fetish, etc.), respond to this and that (and blog about when it is and when it isn't reasonable to expect a response from me), but . . . I haven't got the time right this instant. I did want to share something tasty with you, though, so enjoy PLineWorld! It's a very inspiring place . . . Labels: fetishes, links, panties, PHOTOS, PORNOGRAPHY 0 comments -
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Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Bronze Fonz
Delia was excited to alert me to the "Bronze Fonz" statue erected in Milwaukee, but why is Henry Winkler standing next to Christopher Walken?  Labels: celebrity, PHOTOS, television, things I treasure 0 comments -
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Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Visit from a Naughty Teacher
Tomorrow our friends Julia the Naughty Teacher and her photographer are coming over for a visit, which we're really looking forward to.  We won't be shooting, just hanging out and chatting; we really need the social time and they're willing to drive all the way out to our peninsula location so the least we can do is try to get our house to look less like a pig sty. It's getting late and we still have a lot of cleaning to do, so I decided to post a "no frills" version of The List (of all the people I've fucked) tonight along with a guest gallery from Julia, and will publish an additional, more detailed version of The List whenever I'm able to implant the first layer of augmentation in the form of details, links, and video commentary. While Julia and her photographer are here some of our cams will be down so they will be comfortable. Then we are going to be gone on Thursday so Delia can make one last deposit at the sperm bank before she goes on hormones (we're taking a break from trying to conceive) and we'll also deliver a late birthday present to my sister. We'll also be gone part of Friday for Delia's laser appointment. Next week I'll be hosting hyperchat, though, so members will have many opportunities to hang out with me in chat. VOYEURS: sorry about the PMS - I know it's not very relaxing to spy on someone screaming and swearing and scowling and barely managing to not throw, kick and break things, but that's life. I tried to treat it with exercise and got out of the house to blow off some steam; it helped a lot and I enjoyed it, but hormones are stubborn fuckers and I have to let loose before the next three days of interacting with others and/or being away from home where I *have* to control myself. Labels: family, friends, hormones, mundane, PHOTOS, spycams, trying to conceive, voyeurism 0 comments -
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Promiscuous
Reading Rachel Kramer Bussel's piece contemplating how many partner makes you promiscuous I finally started work on something I've wanted to post for members for a long time: a numbered list of all the people I've fucked or had some sort of sex with. There are so many layers I'd like to explore that I haven't finished it yet: why I feel compelled to maintain such lists, how I feel about the numbers (and the possibilities of adding to them), the different ways such a list may be fetishized, whether less data presented in very simple form is more erotic than more data presented in detail with complete sentences in story form or even captured on video or in pictures, how making indie porn and being with Delia since 2002 has effected the numbers, how my list may or may not be different from a man's, etc. I also wanted to dig through some of my old photos to find images of some of the people on the list which led me into the frustrating chore of trying to recover corrupted data off of a cd I burned ages ago (most of our photos are backed up in numerous places with different kinds of storage, but not these images which have sentimental value to me now). None of the photos are pornographic and I own the rights to them since I took them, but of course I'm struggling with the ethical dilemma of whether or not to share some of these images (and if so, which ones and whether or not to blur parts of them) and all of the different ways I'm justifying doing it while still feeling like it's wrong. But wanting to anyway. For the record. Which is a huge compulsion for me, wanting everything to be recorded and saved for posterity. Which I feel is very RIGHT which is part of why I follow trains of thought and say offensive things, many times at my own expense and/or the expense of others, because it represents something interesting or is an example of something that fascinates me and is thought-provoking. I am one of those assholes who acts like ideas are more important than people and that gets nasty and squats on boundaries when the ideas I like are ABOUT people. Anyway, for those of you who are members and have been looking forward to reading the list, I apologize for underestimating how long it would take for me to get it done. I could post it now, but not without some of the context and thought I want to put in it. ***** My random thoughts on/responses to Rachel's piece about promiscuity: This is SO TRUE: "Your number of partners and how "special" the sex is are not necessarily related." Not that I think sex has to be "special" for someone to deserve to have it and be exempt from moral judgment, but it IS a way of connecting with other people, yourself and even the divine and sacred (if you're into that). It's a basic human need. A core drive. Anyway, is every meal you have "special"? No, but you still need to eat and are programmed to do it at regular intervals. It cracks me up when many of the people who are judgmental about sex are the same people who put really bad food in their bodies every day. Food that is unhealthy, that they aren't mindful or thankful of when they eat, that they waste, that was unethically and/or immorally produced. That's WAY worse than choosing to enjoy putting a stranger's cock in your mouth. Anyone who scarfs down corn syrup, meat, chemical-laden and genetically modified food is in NO position to judge a woman for what she puts in her vagina. *What does promiscuous mean, anyway? To me, it just means having many partners in a short time span and that's a meaningless definition since "many partners" and "short time span" are so subjective. I think promiscuity can be very healthy and don't think there should be a value judgment attached to it though I recognize THERE IS. *15 partners is not a lot, in my book. If you're not in a long-term monogamous relationship your entire adult life (and I don't think that is more morally right than NOT being in a monogamous relationship, I'm just acknowledging that most people consider them ideal, rightly or wrongly, and you have more opportunities to fuck) and you're only averaging one new sex partner a year then . . . that pretty much sucks ass for the average human and you're definitely NOT a "slut". Its healthy to have sex at least 1-3 times a week, and if you aren't in a relationship of course you will probably have multiple partners. The UNhealthy/wrong thing to do is get into or stay in a relationship just so you can have access to socially acceptable sex. Even if you're only hooking up with a new person to have sex once a month (which is pretty fucking DRY) you'd still have twelve new partners a year. *I agree that the double standard does still exist and the pressure for women to not be openly promiscuous (and the response to those who are or are perceived to be) is FUCKED UP and has really scary repercussions. Namely that your worth decreases and ownership of yourself disappears the more people you fuck, making you a target for all sorts of abuse. I think its a representation of our (society's) feeling that women do not own themselves, or are only permitted to temporarily own themselves if certain conditions are met. People think that every time a woman's body is accessed by someone else that she's transferring some ownership of it, having part of her soul and dignity sucked out of her, and losing her ability to have "meaningful" relationships with other people (like her all-important future husband, the final titleholder!). Like she's becoming less human and more animal, "degrading" herself from personhood to a piece of meat, and we're told that once she "does that to herself" (fails to/refuses to meet the requirements to be human which are different for women than men and designed to make her fail because doing so would make her NOT human) it is OPEN SEASON ON HER ASS -- she asked for it. If she doesn't care about herself (and "caring for herself" actually means denying herself what she wants), why should anyone else? It's uhhhh . . . pretty fucking crazy and yeah, I do totally believe that extreme misogyny is the foundation for all of the anti-slut sentiment (and the way most people use the word "slut"). *I don't think most people who are intimate with more than three people in their lives can actually remember who and exactly how many people they've screwed around with. Having kept track of it myself, I am positive that if I hadn't logged the information I would not remember most of the people on my list (especially since I can't easily recall a lot of the people that are on it, even with their names right there). I interact with far fewer people than most do, so if *I* can't remember people I've fucked, I'm sure people who are actually normal social creatures drop a lot of interaction, even if its sexual, from their quickly-recalled memories. You have to be a bit of a freak of nature to know exactly how many people you've had sex with. On top of that, so many people don't qualify a lot of sexual behavior as "sex" (the whole "blowjobs don't count" thing, or "he only went down on me but we didn't actually have sex"). I just don't think you can trust most people's numbers, not only because they will lie about them on purpose but because they honestly don't remember everything or don't think of all kinds of sexual intimacy as "SEX". 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Monday, August 18, 2008
The money goes from HIM to ME to HER
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