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I hear the kinkiness can be washed out of it ... or is that spanked? or ...

If you ask him, Hugo will certainly help. It can't hurt and it might be fun. Beware, you may wind up with more kinkiness than you bargain for though. Caution is needed.

The Poetry Lounge is looking more and more like the BDSM Cafe every day. No wonder Bij said I'd do fine here...
 
The Poetry Lounge is looking more and more like the BDSM Cafe every day. No wonder Bij said I'd do fine here...

Well, that and you're a hawt guy who won't run away when we flirt with you...

Poets are a kinky bunch, truly. But with a few gorgeous exceptions, (like our newly-coiffed fearless leader) they really don't talk about it enough.

Now I know what to get Lauren for a wedding present. She'd love that dryer. :D

I just found that a true hoot. and perfect for those unfortunate hair days.

bj
 
Well, that and you're a hawt guy who won't run away when we flirt with you...

Poets are a kinky bunch, truly. But with a few gorgeous exceptions, (like our newly-coiffed fearless leader) they really don't talk about it enough.

bj

Hawt guy? Pfft, suck up =P If I didn't lust after you so damned hard I'd give you more hell about it.

I think it is impossible to do such twisted things with the language and not do twisted things with the other hedonic areas of life.
 
Hawt guy? Pfft, suck up =P If I didn't lust after you so damned hard I'd give you more hell about it.

If by suck-up you mean that I'm willing to use truthful words to accomplish my goals, attract and appeal to people I want to keep around, and say things that I believe, then yeah, I'll own that like a mofo. But by all means, give me as much hell as you want. That's my kind of hell.

(potential sig line material: this is my kind of hell)

But you can't really argue the truthiness of it anyway. If you are the sort of thing I like, (and you are, o my yes) then in my universe you are considered hawt, and since that is a matter of aesthetic judgment, it cannot legitimately be debated as a true or false statement.

so there, mr. philosophy major.

lust? hard? mm. we need to talk... obviously you're feeling better.

I think it is impossible to do such twisted things with the language and not do twisted things with the other hedonic areas of life.

This is an excellent point. Some of my favorite poets are kinky. I do think it makes a difference, if only that we have a bit more potential material. Two sets of complimentary naughty bits can keep one another nicely busy for a lifetime, don't get me wrong, but there are even more choices with four or five sets of assorted naughty bits (real and artificial) and a selection of amusing equipment.

It's simple math.

bj
 
If by suck-up you mean that I'm willing to use truthful words to accomplish my goals, attract and appeal to people I want to keep around, and say things that I believe, then yeah, I'll own that like a mofo. But by all means, give me as much hell as you want. That's my kind of hell.

(potential sig line material: this is my kind of hell)

But you can't really argue the truthiness of it anyway. If you are the sort of thing I like, (and you are, o my yes) then in my universe you are considered hawt, and since that is a matter of aesthetic judgment, it cannot legitimately be debated as a true or false statement.

so there, mr. philosophy major.

I love it when you get all rational on me. Rawr.

Sexy. Hot. Brain.

lust? hard? mm. we need to talk... obviously you're feeling better.

*waggles eyebrows*

This is an excellent point. Some of my favorite poets are kinky. I do think it makes a difference, if only that we have a bit more potential material. Two sets of complimentary naughty bits can keep one another nicely busy for a lifetime, don't get me wrong, but there are even more choices with four or five sets of assorted naughty bits (real and artificial) and a selection of amusing equipment.

It's simple math.

bj

Absolutely. There is a fine, long-standing tradition of kinkiness amongst poets. And I, for one, welcome our new Kinky Poet Overlords.
 
Carrie, Ange, it's even worse now! I just got back from Walmart and it's even curlier. I swear! I sent Hugo a pic and he said it wasn't as scary as he thought it would be. What does that mean??? I asked for body. Body! Not... this.
 
Carrie, Ange, it's even worse now! I just got back from Walmart and it's even curlier. I swear! I sent Hugo a pic and he said it wasn't as scary as he thought it would be. What does that mean??? I asked for body. Body! Not... this.

I think it's adorable, but then I'm just fond of you.

If you wash it like, three times in a row right away and put loads of conditioner on it, it'll calm down. At least, that worked for a cousin of mine.

Or hell, just put it in pigtails. All the kids are doing it these days.

Or you could dye it fuschia. Then no one will notice whether or not it's curly.

I am such a helpful person.




***psst. Hey Hommie. Talking of poets and kink: Don't tell Eve, 'cause she gets all alarmed when you tell her she's a good writer, but I seriously recommend you read a few of her pieces on the LitBlog thread in here.

this one's pure genius

hawtness

more hawtness

definite literary kink
 
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Kinky? I can do kinky but only in the mind not in the hair line I am afraid alllllll of mine is straight if you get my drift ... I long for curls but I guess I can't complain I have the colour altho I have occassionally considered going auburn as it has a reddish tinge when wet. Jane Asher had hair to gush over
 
I think it's adorable, but then I'm just fond of you.

If you wash it like, three times in a row right away and put loads of conditioner on it, it'll calm down. At least, that worked for a cousin of mine.

Or hell, just put it in pigtails. All the kids are doing it these days.

Or you could dye it fuschia. Then no one will notice whether or not it's curly.

I am such a helpful person.




***psst. Hey Hommie. Talking of poets and kink: Don't tell Eve, 'cause she gets all alarmed when you tell her she's a good writer, but I seriously recommend you read a few of her pieces on the LitBlog thread in here.

this one's pure genius

hawtness

more hawtness

definite literary kink
I just checked out the blog entries you suggested. Damn, I forgot I wrote those.
Oh, the hair has taken over. It bought green panties at walmart, then drove my car home. I doubt it'll let me wash it. And the beauty parlor girl said, "Don't brush it or wash it! It'll take your curl out!" She's the one having a tupperware party. I should have known...
 
Carrie, Ange, it's even worse now! I just got back from Walmart and it's even curlier. I swear! I sent Hugo a pic and he said it wasn't as scary as he thought it would be. What does that mean??? I asked for body. Body! Not... this.

He'll love you no matter what. He's hooked. But I am scared that you may wake up tomorrow and find your ears curling. :eek:

I colored my hair two days ago. It's called "Double Shot of Expresso," and it looks just like the hair I grew up with before those annoying little silver streakies started showing up. But eagleyez, bless his heart ( :D ), always oohs and ahs over my hair no matter what I do to it. See? They love us no matter what.
 
I just checked out the blog entries you suggested. Damn, I forgot I wrote those.
Oh, the hair has taken over. It bought green panties at walmart, then drove my car home. I doubt it'll let me wash it. And the beauty parlor girl said, "Don't brush it or wash it! It'll take your curl out!" She's the one having a tupperware party. I should have known...

You are crackin' me UP. There could be advantages; maybe it'll cook dinner.

If we see a mysterious new virgin alt talking about green panties, we'll send in the Marines or something.

And I'm trying to remember rightly. I'm supposed to NOT say you're a good writer. I'm supposed to say, like, Eve, you just really need to give up this whole writing thing and try your hand at tennis or crochet or something you might actually be good at someday. I never read your blogs, so just forget I said anything.

was that right?

bj
 
You are crackin' me UP. There could be advantages; maybe it'll cook dinner.

If we see a mysterious new virgin alt talking about green panties, we'll send in the Marines or something.

And I'm trying to remember rightly. I'm supposed to NOT say you're a good writer. I'm supposed to say, like, Eve, you just really need to give up this whole writing thing and try your hand at tennis or crochet or something you might actually be good at someday. I never read your blogs, so just forget I said anything.

was that right?

bj

If you see a poem by Frisky Curly Hair turn up on the new poems list, you'll know who to suspect. :D
 
He'll love you no matter what. He's hooked. But I am scared that you may wake up tomorrow and find your ears curling. :eek:

I colored my hair two days ago. It's called "Double Shot of Expresso," and it looks just like the hair I grew up with before those annoying little silver streakies started showing up. But eagleyez, bless his heart ( :D ), always oohs and ahs over my hair no matter what I do to it. See? They love us no matter what.

Oh, sure, we love you anyway when you do something silly to your hair. We ooh and ahh, and make all the right noises. Inside, different story.

Not being mean, just being honest.

"As long as you're happy with it, honey" = "I can't believe you paid money to have someone do that to your hair."

"Wow, you really did go for a different look." = "I liked the old style/colour/cut better."

"No, seriously, I love it. It looks great on you." = "I'm horny. A fright wig would look hot right now."

No clue what your hair looked like before, Eve, but it looks fine now. It's not spreading bat-wings and trying to fly away with your head or somesuch. (And as I have nothing to gain from my comments, you can trust that I'm giving you an honest opinion)


ETA: This would so make a good HC post.
 
Oh, sure, we love you anyway when you do something silly to your hair. We ooh and ahh, and make all the right noises. Inside, different story.

Not being mean, just being honest.

"As long as you're happy with it, honey" = "I can't believe you paid money to have someone do that to your hair."

"Wow, you really did go for a different look." = "I liked the old style/colour/cut better."

"No, seriously, I love it. It looks great on you." = "I'm horny. A fright wig would look hot right now."

No clue what your hair looked like before, Eve, but it looks fine now. It's not spreading bat-wings and trying to fly away with your head or somesuch. (And as I have nothing to gain from my comments, you can trust that I'm giving you an honest opinion)


ETA: This would so make a good HC post.

My hair is thick, straight, almost black, uber-healthy and to my waist. It may be my best feature (aside from my totally charming poisenality lol). You'd ooh and ah for real. Honest. :D
 
My hair is thick, straight, almost black, uber-healthy and to my waist. It may be my best feature (aside from my totally charming poisenality lol). You'd ooh and ah for real. Honest. :D

Of course I would. If I wanted a chance at tangling my fingers in it and pulling*, I would say all sorts of nice things about your hair, now wouldn't I?

And, of course, I'm joking. Half-joking. Sort of joking. I'm actually very likely to compliment that sort of thing (especially hair). I'm a guy that actually notices such things. And when I make my comments, I say them with honesty.

Personally, and I could be off-base here as you might be a knockout on par with Helen of Troy, but I would think that the grey matter under that hair is probably your best feature.

I have met many women whose appearance superseded wit, charm, and intelligence. But that was usually because said woman was lacking in those areas. But even in the case of a beautiful woman possessed of the aforementioned wit, charm, and intelligence, I have always been more attracted to the latter than the former.

After all, wit, charm, and intelligence are all that I've got going for me. Yes, I know, I'm doomed. :D


* - Yes, I am an incorrigible hair-puller. Hair is my favourite handle. Nothing quite like finding a handful of thick hair and pulling back to expose the soft skin of the throat for my questing lips and teeth.
 
My pleasure, doll.

Random thoughts:

I'm having a big ol' LOL this afternoon thinking about 'poetry about sex.' I'm in the midst of doing lots of writing and editing and it sometimes just strikes me as hilarious that I'm still trying to write about this topic. Like, 'okay, let's see if I can say anything really new in this, my four-thousandth poem about fucking and how much I like it.' But I can't help it. It's the topic I like best to write about, talk about, think about.

And my goal, my grail, is to write a poem that IS sex; that creates the experience exactly for the reader or listener. Poetry as a virtual reality machine, so everyone in the world can have the really incredibly good time, or the sweet sensation, or the mind-blowing epiphany, that I just had. If I could write that one thing that just slides the card into someone else's head and lets them have that moment exactly as I did, I would go to Poet Heaven, I just know it.

*sigh* I keep trying.

random thought #79
I really want to be friendly and participatory when someone brand new starts a thread like that cute story-thing that's going on, but often I just can't tell where to start or what they want.

I guess that's why I just settle on serving them drinks and hoping they talk amongst themselves... I admire those who are willing to dive in there and offer conversation and critique...

random day. random head.

random hairdo.
 
And my goal, my grail, is to write a poem that IS sex; that creates the experience exactly for the reader or listener. Poetry as a virtual reality machine, so everyone in the world can have the really incredibly good time, or the sweet sensation, or the mind-blowing epiphany, that I just had. If I could write that one thing that just slides the card into someone else's head and lets them have that moment exactly as I did, I would go to Poet Heaven, I just know it.

*sigh* I keep trying.

I would say that is the goal of poetry, and art in general. If I could write a piece that perfectly translate even something so mundane as a good cheeseburger, I would be an instant classic. Poetry is encapsulated and distilled meaning. If you can encode the complete experience into a handful or words, it matters not what the message is.
 
I would say that is the goal of poetry, and art in general. If I could write a piece that perfectly translate even something so mundane as a good cheeseburger, I would be an instant classic. Poetry is encapsulated and distilled meaning. If you can encode the complete experience into a handful or words, it matters not what the message is.

That's as agreeable and concise a definition of poetry as I've seen in here in a while.

So do we have a March Poetry Challenge yet? It's too soon to do a weird survivor project, if that's even a good idea. But I'm certainly up for something, and I'm going to dare Homburg to get in on it...

Where's Tzara with his fabulous challenge ideas?

bj
 
Of course I would. If I wanted a chance at tangling my fingers in it and pulling*, I would say all sorts of nice things about your hair, now wouldn't I?

And, of course, I'm joking. Half-joking. Sort of joking. I'm actually very likely to compliment that sort of thing (especially hair). I'm a guy that actually notices such things. And when I make my comments, I say them with honesty.

Personally, and I could be off-base here as you might be a knockout on par with Helen of Troy, but I would think that the grey matter under that hair is probably your best feature.

I have met many women whose appearance superseded wit, charm, and intelligence. But that was usually because said woman was lacking in those areas. But even in the case of a beautiful woman possessed of the aforementioned wit, charm, and intelligence, I have always been more attracted to the latter than the former.

After all, wit, charm, and intelligence are all that I've got going for me. Yes, I know, I'm doomed. :D


* - Yes, I am an incorrigible hair-puller. Hair is my favourite handle. Nothing quite like finding a handful of thick hair and pulling back to expose the soft skin of the throat for my questing lips and teeth.

I have this theory that the more you like someone, the better they look to you. And the converse is also true. I am in total lust for Al Pacino. Those eyes, that hair. I once dated a man who looked like him. A lot like him. Of course, I had manuvered myself into a position where he wanted to get to know me better. I had such high hopes for our life together lol. But alas we just weren't compatible. He didn't share my intellectual interests and he actually made some grammatical errors when he spoke, which just turned me off. Again, it's preference. Those are things that are important to me. Apparently more important than the fact that he looked like my beloved Al. By midway into the date I was noticing he had a crooked tooth and short little fingers. He didn't look so good to me anymore.

Now my beloved eagleyez looks nothing like Al. And except for his little soul patch he is um hair challenged. But that man is totally beautiful to me. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and lay there looking at him, thinking how very, very handsome he is. And he laughs at me when I tell him so. But he's so gorgeous on the inside that I wouldn't trade him for ten Als. So there you go.

:rose:

(I like having my hair pulled, especially when he kisses on that little hollow between my neck and collarbone. *Shiver*)
 
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