Jacking-Off Log

[tortoise]

Manseed--seeing you post here reminds me of something I was thinking this day while walking through Hoboken, NJ---home of YLT, home of indie rock. As an indie scenester-you know what I'm talking about-I always felt out of sexual phase with other indie youths. To be blunt, while sensitive and poetic; I was seething with sexual rage and aggressiveness and always felt like a square peg in a round indie sexual hole. I had a Belle and Sebastian heart and Pantera balls. I know that you are a perverse man, though you hide your bad side well. Does this ring any bells with you, vibeswise??

Oh, most definitely, rapscallion, I hear your bells loud and clear. When I get too much treacle in my veins, when I find myself too drunk on Iron & Wine, I simply cleanse my system by listening to some intense neck-chord-bulging "fuck shit up" music at ear-damaging volumes. Catharsis by rage. I find old school Helmet to be an excellent purgative, but there are many others: Black Flag, Big Black, Jesus Lizard, Zeni Geva, Boris, Boredoms, Mudhoney ("Touch Me I'm Sick" will cleanse your palate of Belle & Sebastian right quick like), Bad Brains, Prong. There are even a handful of newer metal bands out there that don't suck, like Mastodon and High on Fire.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Prong lol. Their guitar tech was one of my best friends.

It's too bad that Sliang Laos died aborning. You'd have loved them.

 

[alexandraaah]

I feel like Husker could swing both ways on that scale.

 

[rosco rathbone]

I feel like Husker could swing both ways on that scale.

I agree. I'm referring more to the point when the scene went soft-although Husker are certainly part of that. Riot Grrl, Versus, YLT, KRS Records--just throwing out names from the time when I felt most out of sync. The feeminization of indie. Not necessarily a bad thing at all, artistically. I'm just trying to make the point that I felt sexually ostracized from the scene and I wondered if manseed vibed me on that.

 

[tortoise]

I agree. I'm referring more to the point when the scene went soft-although Husker are certainly part of that. Riot Grrl, Versus, YLT, KRS Records--just throwing out names from the time when I felt most out of sync. The feeminization of indie. Not necessarily a bad thing at all, artistically. I'm just trying to make the point that I felt sexually ostracized from the scene and I wondered if manseed vibed me on that.

There's very little raw animalistic sex in indie, generally speaking. If it's "about" anything, it's about emotions, feeling. Again, not a bad thing artistically, but sometime you just need to go more primal. Pounding. Music that'll quake your loins if played with a sufficiency of volume and bass. Less singing from the heart, more roaring from the diaphragm.

Heh, yeah, Prong was a blast from the past that I still listen to on occasion, mostly Beg To Differ.

Husker did run quite an amazing gamut, draaah, but even at their most ferocious, they didn't quite snarl. Maybe it was Mould's voice. A fine voice, don't get me wrong, but his rage wasn't a snarling rage.

 

[LowMurmur]

Husker did run quite an amazing gamut, draaah, but even at their most ferocious, they didn't quite snarl. Maybe it was Mould's voice. A fine voice, don't get me wrong, but his rage wasn't a snarling rage.

There are some moments on "Black Sheets of Rain," though. . .

 

[rosco rathbone]

This is pervy:

"...The study found that in relation to matrilineal ancestry as revealed by mtDNA, 67% of all Puerto Ricans were shown to have a female Amerindian ancestor, 27% to have a female African ancestor and 12% to have a female European ancestor. Conversely, patrilineal input as indicated by the Y chromosome, showed that 75% of all Puerto Ricans possessed a male European ancestor, 20% had a male African ancestor and less than 5% were shown to have had a male Amerindian ancestor..."

Jacking synchronocity. I've been jacking to ideas of MALE SUPREAMACY* and colonial sexual hegemony. The last three jacks have all had this theem. I stumbled over this wiki and got a frisson of sexuality.

 

[tortoise]

There are some moments on "Black Sheets of Rain," though. . .

Aye, 'strooth. And Bob's guitar always rages. His raging is more "howling in emotional pain", less "I want to fuck you hard against a dirty brick wall in a dark alley", though.

Jacking synchronocity. I've been jacking to ideas of MALE SUPREAMACY* and colonial sexual hegemony. The last three jacks have all had this theem. I stumbled over this wiki and got a frisson of sexuality.

Not coincidentally, MALE SUPREAMACY is going to be title of Pantera's big comeback album. You heard it here first.

 

[cjh]

it was never about the snarl for me.

it was rhythm and squall, rejection of the norm, mixed with tongue-in-cheek humor, funk and freeform noodling.

minutemen.

all they way.

damned shame about the name in the context of this thread.

 

[tortoise]

Ah, yes, but the snarl is but one tiny facet of the music I love, and I only use it these days as a purgative, to blow carbon from the carburetor of my heart, so to speak. When I said that Husker/Mould lack snarl, it was NOT meant to impugn them in any way, shape or form. It was more like stating "that dog has spots, but the one next to it doesn't." You know better than most, CJack, that my ear is drawn to all manner of sounds, from tender and melancholy (I just finished listening to Gillian Welch's Hell Among the Yearlings and Iron & Wine's Our Endless Numbered Days back to back) to angular and funky (Minutemen, Pavement, Fiery Furnaces), to wall of squall (Sonic Youth, MBV), to, well, I could go on for days. I have a myriad of moods, and a treasure chest of music to feed/combat/alleviate/exacerbate/soothe/activate those moods, as needed.

 

[Zamdrist]

I just discovered pornotube.com and I'm in deep shit, lol.

 

[cjh]

Ah, yes, but the snarl is but one tiny facet of the music I love, and I only use it these days as a purgative, to blow carbon from the carburetor of my heart, so to speak. <snip> I have a myriad of moods, and a treasure chest of music to feed/combat/alleviate/exacerbate/soothe/activate those moods, as needed.

this is true, good friend.

so if i jack off like neil young's guitar in like a hurricane, do i get non-emo cum points?

 

[tortoise]

this is true, good friend.

so if i jack off like neil young's guitar in like a hurricane, do i get non-emo cum points?

Excellent segue back to the topic at hand!

And yes, cum points out the wazoo. Literally and figuratively.

 

[Marquis]

Still no jacking, but it's certainly becoming a challenge.

I am starting to realize what a peculiar and important place jacking has in my mental and emotional make-up. It's purpose is way beyond mere sexual release.

Such a comparison would be like saying the purpose of eating is merely to quiet the pangs of hunger. By that logic, ANY food would do, and yet we find ourselves unsatisfied or at least understimulated without variety. Even certain kinds of variety at certain times.

This world without jacking is strange and brutal. It's a high stakes game, that's for sure.

 

[rosco rathbone]

# to $ AM. That's the time of day for me; when I wallow in dreams and wake frequently just to have the pleasure of rolling over and going back to sleep again. This morning I dreamed of an extended network of tin can and string telephones through which I gave a great many people solid advice that they often didn't take but later regretted not taking very much, to the point of making humble obeisance to me. I woke @ 5:15, stunned and embittered as from the womb of sleep I was untimely ripp'd by my loud clock.

I got up and dressed fast but then fell back on my bed. In the peak hours of from # to $ (when I am as much awake as asleep), I had been luxuriating in sexuality. My bone was shrunken but I still had the strong feeling that the entire day was going to go awry unless i Oed before leaving for work in five minutes to catch trains which must not be left uncaught.

I jumped up and stumbled to my roman ejaculatorium with my joint hanging from my fly. There's a strange feeling of yanking a totally floppy cock. This happens when you don't have a boner but feel an orgone bubble deep within.

I pictured a girl in a tight dress and whorish heels and wig on her knees before me, eyes closed in concentration, hand cupping my tight walnut sac, taking me to the root of the shaft. All of a sudden I Oed with a BANG and let out a loud roaring AHHHH!!!!!! of sexual rage and relief.

 

[tortoise]

The concept of sexual rage used to frankly frighten the fuck out of me, rapscallion. I could completely own my raw desire, my primal, feral, animal fucklust, the need to take, to slake, to use my partner as my little fucktoy. I haven't had a problem expressing any and all of that, in thought, word, and deed. But I always stopped short of calling it rage, even to myself.

Lately, however, I've started acknowledging it, owning it, picking up the rage and examining it, holding it up to the light of day. The cloud of fear is dissipating, and I am awestruck at the view. It's a very freeing, very moving experience.

 

[rosco rathbone]

The concept of sexual rage used to frankly frighten the fuck out of me, rapscallion. I could completely own my raw desire, my primal, feral, animal fucklust, the need to take, to slake, to use my partner as my little fucktoy. I haven't had a problem expressing any and all of that, in thought, word, and deed. But I always stopped short of calling it rage, even to myself.

Lately, however, I've started acknowledging it, owning it, picking up the rage and examining it, holding it up to the light of day. The cloud of fear is dissipating, and I am awestruck at the view. It's a very freeing, very moving experience.

That's sort of what I was getting at, in sideways fashion, with my indie scene post--but I didn't want to like rush you or make you feel uncomfortable.

 

[stirbird]

Rosco, why are you converting another nice, decent man, probably the pride and joy of his mother, over to the loathesome, depraved philosophy of sexual rage? Can't you just be happy with the fact that you (and the few fictional characters you manage to dig up out of your wide-ranging reading) share this deplorable attitude? :/

 

[tortoise]

That's sort of what I was getting at, in sideways fashion, with my indie scene post--but I didn't want to like rush you or make you feel uncomfortable.

Heh. I read you loud and clear, raspcallion, and I was indeed still processing the Rage Question.

Metaphorically speaking, it doesn't mean I'm going to stop listening to Iron & Wine, Yo La Tengo, Calexico, and their ilk. They will always be a part of my... listening habits. But yes, surrendering to my inner Pantera is just as important as the more twee offerings. Tenderness feeding fuckrage feeding tenderness. My own personal Circle of Passion.

 

[Hester]

Heh. I read you loud and clear, raspcallion, and I was indeed still processing the Rage Question.

Metaphorically speaking, it doesn't mean I'm going to stop listening to Iron & Wine, Yo La Tengo, Calexico, and their ilk. They will always be a part of my... listening habits. But yes, surrendering to my inner Pantera is just as important as the more twee offerings. Tenderness feeding fuckrage feeding tenderness. My own personal Circle of Passion.

fuckrage and tenderness are not mutually exclusive. in fact, the *right* combination of the two is irresistible. hard to strike that balance.

 

[Marquis]

fuckrage and tenderness are not mutually exclusive. in fact, the *right* combination of the two is irresistible. hard to strike that balance.

*knods nowingly*

Still no jacking.

 

[tortoise]

fuckrage and tenderness are not mutually exclusive. in fact, the *right* combination of the two is irresistible. hard to strike that balance.

It can be, yes. But it helps to find a partner who is receptive to both.

 

[luxey313]

My last jack was in the sterile cock nurse realm.
Fully clothed, he is as well except his fly unzipped.
No touching me or barely even looking at me.
Using me as a hole to expell in rather than his hand.
Sucking with all my might needing to please him, though I know it will not make a difference in the end. Looking up at him, his gaze just past my face as if in some sort of daydream.
Making a deposit into my mouth, rezipping, and just looking back with slight disgust and resentment as he walks out the door.

It is funny, some of this sterile jack are some of the things I hate the most, but cannot help to think of when it comes to the O hour.

 

[rosco rathbone]

It is funny, some of this sterile jack are some of the things I hate the most, but cannot help to think of when it comes to the O hour.

Good one. The last sentence made me chuckle but think right on.

I've been getting off a lot of explosive Os lately. About one per day I'd say. Though as I am not working today I may go for two.

 

[Olivia_Yearns]

My last jack was in the sterile cock nurse realm.
Fully clothed, he is as well except his fly unzipped.
No touching me or barely even looking at me.
Using me as a hole to expell in rather than his hand.
Sucking with all my might needing to please him, though I know it will not make a difference in the end. Looking up at him, his gaze just past my face as if in some sort of daydream.
Making a deposit into my mouth, rezipping, and just looking back with slight disgust and resentment as he walks out the door.

It is funny, some of this sterile jack are some of the things I hate the most, but cannot help to think of when it comes to the O hour.

What's the O moment? when he comes? Or as he walks away? Or something else?