Fetish Spelunking

[Oblimo]

Are you making money off this yet???

I'm shopping the manuscript around and I've been asked to write novellas for a couple of very, shall we say, unique paysites.

I can see the manga-inspired japanimation and artwork now...

That's the pipe dream. Although I'm just happy with how I can pretend that I've infected the mainstream. This page of a recent Ultimate X-men, for example, even contains my catchphrases, so I like to fantasize that it's an homage. (As long as I keep reality distinct, it's a harmless fantasy. )

Funny, this goes along with my v-day idea I never finished... a woman made of chocolate

Chocolate Mousse, a dark 'n creamy version of Moose from You Can't Do That on Television.

spritzing...

Good lord. You'd think he'd be in serious danger of severe dehydration. O_O

So Oblimo, how do you see it as Jungian? *curious*

The basic notions -- women as sustenance and consuming passions -- feel like pure Freud, but the changeability and chaotic nature of the imagery got me thinking of Jung:

Despite all attempts at denial and obfuscation there is an unconscious factor, a black sun, which is responsible for the surprisingly common phenomenon of masculine split-mindedness, when the right hand mustn't know what the left is doing. This split in the masculine psyche and the regular darkening of the moon in woman together explain the remarkable fact that the woman is accused of all the darkness in a man, while he himself basks in the thought that he is a veritable fount of vitality and illumination for the females in his environment. Actually he would be better advised to shroud the brilliance of his mind in the profoundest doubt. It is not difficult for this type of mind (which besides other things is a great trickster like Mercurius) to admit a host of sins in the most convincing way, and even to combine it with a spurious feeling of ethical surperiority without in the least approximating to a genuine insight. This can never be achieved without the participation of feeling; but the intellect admits feeling only when it is convenient. The novilunium of woman is a source of countless disappointments for man which easily turns to bitterness, though they could equally well be a source of wisdom if they were understood. Naturally this is posssible only if he is prepared to acknowledge his black sun, that is, his Shadow.

And if there's any good fiction for broad characterizations of masculinity and femininity, it's porn!

 

[Oblimo]

I once made the mistake of reading a story where a woman gets raped while encased in concrete . . . except for the important part, of course. It was repulsive. Made me want to send the author to sleep with the fishies.

There are relatively harmless varieties of the stuck fetish, ranging from orgasmic paralysis to, well, women in business suits who drive cars that get stuck or break down. Car-stuck-girls. Worst thing that generally happens to them is they have a mud fight in their undies. Seriously.

 

[BlackShanglan]

Still not topping the gay inflatable pool animal fetish site I once stumbled across while looking for something completely different. Not just inflatable pool toys, mind you. Not even just inflatable animal pool toys. Gay inflatable animal pool toys.

"How do you tell?" you ask. I couldn't bear to inquire. Still, at least they don't appear to be harming anyone, beyond the shocked look on the Shamoo toy's face.

 

[Selena_Kitt]

Still not topping the gay inflatable pool animal fetish site I once stumbled across while looking for something completely different. Not just inflatable pool toys, mind you. Not even just inflatable animal pool toys. Gay inflatable animal pool toys.

"How do you tell?" you ask. I couldn't bear to inquire. Still, at least they don't appear to be harming anyone, beyond the shocked look on the Shamoo toy's face.

oh.my.god.

rofl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[Jenny_Jackson]

I'm confused. I though Spelunking had to do with exploring caves.

Oops. Never mind.

 

[rgraham666]

(Wanders off to apply a Brillo™ pad to his brain)

 

[Oblimo]

Not just inflatable pool toys, mind you. Not even just inflatable animal pool toys. Gay inflatable animal pool toys.

"How do you tell?" you ask.

The assless chaps?

That does push the (harmless) weirdness to the very limit. But, dude, just read...

But she said: "Why don't you first turn here to drive back?" "Oh, yes, OK!" I answered. Then I drove further forward, in order to turn at the end of the road in a semi-circle. I drove completely slowly, but it became even more slippery. I felt, how the tires revved and hardly had traction on the ground. Although I pushed the gas pedal completely down, the car moved even slower. Then I only heard the sound of the spinning tires on the snow... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. and the car didn't moved one more meter. Diana and I became a little jerky and began to slip on our seats back and forth. I put in the reverse gear and tried to drive backwards, the only thing what happened was again the sound of the spinning tires: "zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"... Hhhhmmm, I thought, I probably would have made something wrong. The car didn't move! I thought, it would be my fault because of the fact that I was not used to drive on snow and slippery roads. Probably I only made a stupid driving error. So I continued to try….. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz ... I was convinced that if I made it only correctly, I would come out of this situation. Again I inserted the forward gear and steered straightforward. Then I tried to start completely slowly by remaining a little on the clutch and giving completely carefully gas with my pumps. I heard the engine and again a quiet ssssssssss, ssssssssss, ssssssssssss. However I had the feeling, the car would move a little and I would be outside in a few seconds. So I went from the gas and tried again to start slowly and carefully. The car actually moved, but unfortunately only a little sideways. "Damn!!" I shouted while I was pushing at the steering wheel. It did not have a sense. So I tried the same in the reverse gear. I thought that the car moved a little at all, would be a good indication and continued to try. But it did not help. I said to Diana: "We are stuck I think. We are really stuck" while I tried to move the car from the place. Diana and I became completely quiet. I thought, if I only would concentrate enough, were considered and would make everything correct, then we would be fast outside. I was so much concentrated and probably only from time to time muttered something like: "Shit … Come on …Please …!" Diana was probably quiet, because she noticed how concentrated I was...

Humanity rawks!