Interjecting with some arbitrary thoughts since I find myself entertained by all the random clutter out there.
About Me
- JonasFiel
- Seattle-ish, WA
- 30-something years old guy who attempts to make sense of everything happening around him and ultimately just having more questions than answers
Saturday, September 19, 2009
OMG music video
Skatt Bros. - Life at the Outpost.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Kanye West To Join Lady Gaga for the Fame Kills Tour
Click-y for details.
Oh the places I've been...
"We're going to Hooters."
*um okay?!* "Okay, the one in Lynnwood?" *ugh! eww!*
"Yeah!"
"Okay, I'll be there" *Well, we'll just chock this one up to life experience*
I make my way to the giant ogle-fest that is Hooters. The place just looked incredibly wrong. A whole bunch of guys eating bad food while girls in skimpy attire serve up the food. At least there were TVs around as well as the giant TV towards the center of the far wall to keep my attention away from this dive. We talked for a bit while I took a look at the menu. Everything was battered, fried and so not good for you, even the salads' description looked deep fried. I went for the barbecue wings.
The waitress finally came and she sat right next to me and asked me for my order. I scooted over because although she did not look skanky, she may have picked up skank from the others. She then got up and started to leave but then came back. Apparently, I forgot a drink. So nice of her to come back, but... She sat on the table right in front of me to take my drink order. I hastily said a beer. She got up off the table.
Sometime later, my food and drink order came. It was placed exactly where my waitresses butt was on the table. All that separated my food from her butt was a plastic basket and parchment paper, and whatever she was wearing.
"Can I get a moist towelette?"
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Flavored condoms... according to Dan Savage.
from Seattle Stranger:
I don't understand flavored condoms. My frist assumption was that they were for performing protected oral sex, but on second thought I realized that there is no way in hell that any flavor would ever cover that nasty latex smell and/or taste. Therefore my question is what the fuck are they really for? Are they suppose to be used to spice up the penis or pussy for post-sex oral? Who gives head after condom sex really? Are they really meant for marathon sex sessions only? Or maybe were they just created as a novelty sex item that no one really sues for flavor?Carrot and Tomatocat
My answer after the jump...
Flavored condoms were heavily promoted during the worst years of the AIDS crisis. Back then we were obligated to pretend that all sex acts were equally risky—kinda like we pretended that people of all sexual orientations were equally at risk. If gay men needed to use condoms every time for anal intercourse then, by God, straight people needed to use 'em every time for vaginal intercourse and everybody needed to use condoms for oral sex (and "latex barriers," a.k.a. "dental dams," a.k.a. "a joke," for eating pussy and rimming). But sucking on a latex condom is pretty gross, as latex tastes pretty awful, and so flavored condoms—strawberry! cherry! bubblegum!
But you know what you want to taste when you're sucking cock? Cock. But somehow it never occurred to anyone to produce a cock-flavored condom.
These days flavored condoms sit on shelves in sex shops, and in bowls in college health clinics, gathering dust with dentals dams. Occasionally someone who doesn't like giving head, or is sleeping with someone who doesn't like giving head, buys or picks up a few flavored condoms, in the hopes that their blowjob-averse partner will have a change of heart after sucking on a flavored condom. Never happens.