the post in which your authoress realizes ivygate is somehow improving her love life?!?
Jessica’s Velveeta Cheese-fest Ego Boost of the Week: A Play in One Act
The scene: Your heroine’s palatial (for West Philly, that is) abode, Friday night. A tres dorky Penn/Harvard hospitality party is a ragin’ (as a ragin’ as a band party can get, anyway) and your heroine, bored, decides to mix and mingle with the musically inclined crowd. If one can dress to the nines, she’s dressed to the twos—an unkempt black sweater and an “I want my XMEN” skirt circa 1975. But, your heroin digresses…
A strapping young Harvard lad taps Heroine’s shoulder.
Strapping Young Lad: You!
Heroine: Me?!?
Strapping Young Lad: You’re that girl. That girl from the blog…
Heroine: You mean IvyGate? Well, that wasn’t the most flattering article and…
Strapping Young Lad: Oh, don’t listen to any of the comments. You’re even hotter in person.
Heroine: Jigga what?!
Sadly, nothing else of interest going on, ‘cept for a paper about Playboy in the 50’s I’m writing for my History of Sexuality class with historian Kathy Peiss. (I’ll totally post it—after it’s graded and evaluated, of course.)
But I did get my hair cut, and took an obligatory self-promotion picture. as is every young female blogger’s wont:
Internet, do we like it? The jury’s still out for me.
crowjane is off the hizzle
When it comes to erotica, it takes a lot to impress me.
I've yawned through Anne Rice's Beauty series. I've snored through Letters to Penthouse. And I've rolled my eyes at the countless fetish photographers who seem to believe that they are somehow "edgy" for daring to feature a lass with both sets of lips pierced. What can I say? Sameness is a turn off, and if I got a nickel for every time I read about someone's heaving bodice or giggled at yet another totally cliched tramp stamp, well... I'd certainly be somewhere where "laptop" described the company surrounding me, rather than my computer.
Yet this photo took my breath away. It manages to toe the line between banal erotic "art" (almost always done in grainy black and white, mind you) and raw, objecti-ma-fied smut. The vulnerability of the girl and the the way her toes turn in those Mary Janes and the way she's barely concealed-yet-exposed-at-the-same-time ---
Well, damn. Color me impressed.
don't drool and drive
Well... that's certainly one way to stop traffic.
This photo was taken by a German photographer. Why does Europe get all the cool billboards?
a little slap 'n tickle
Wife Training
Originally uploaded by brancusi7. A few LJ buddies pointed me to Brancusi7's Flickr album, and all of the wonderfully old-skool adverts therein. My favorite is this one -- although it will get the feminist hysterical harpies shrieking at "teh PATRIARCHY!", the woman getting her ass smacked looks totally happy and in control. Security in your sexuality -- isn't that what feminism is supposed to be about, ladies?
a little spittle
Remember the saliva portrait photo shoot I was telling you about?Here's how one of the final portraits developed:
... Yeah, I don't know either. My mother would be so proud!
For more spit outtakes of my friends and I, check out Nick's Flickr pagina right here!
antics
My friend Nick S decided it would be a Great idea to pony up a posse of his craziest friends and photograph us for his Fine Arts class.
The catch?
The photographs had to picture us "confronting" the camera. And Nick decides to define confrontation by...
Spitting at the camera. Yup, you heard me. Saliva. Drool. Phlegm.
I went in kinda expecting to be grossed out, but then had lots of fun with a girlfriend of mine and the fetish paraphernalia we both brought in. It was actually pretty freakin' cathartic -- having to "confront" the camera gave me a non-threatening object to get hella pissed off at, and it was kind of nice to substitute the veneer of the lens for some more unsavory characters in my life. Near the end I was biting my riding crop and Girlfriend of Mine was using her cat o'nine tails to whip at the heels of her sexy ass leather boots. Crazy? Who, us?
Once the photographs from the shoot are scanned, I will share with you our collective saliva-induced humiliation! Now, I've got something hot and sexy waiting for me in bed... my Women and the Law casebook readings. Now, where can I find someone with an insomnia fetish?
