Showing posts with label pigs and snouts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pigs and snouts. Show all posts

Wednesday, 17 April 2013

Bad sex gong, Part 2 the Reality Show

I enjoy how frank the French can be about sex. It is their
canvas upon which the abstract rules.

There was a lady who has admitted to bedding Dominique
Strauss-Kahn after all the craziness of the sex addicted
swinger was plastered around the planet. And she wanted
to tell the world about it.

If you think that bad sex writing is only about fiction,
think again:

Marcela Iacub is famous enough to have written an
autobiography.
I hope these descriptions of DSK don't leave with PTSD
1
half man, half pig
2
Pigs have a relationship with the present that humans
hardly have. They never cease relishing the incredible
luck of being alive, eating, running, sullying, wounding,
feeling.
3 writing "to DSK"
 you would have used this country [IF ELECTED] to
spill your inexhaustible sperm

DSK fires back:
"the behaviour of a woman who seduces to write a book,
claiming to have amorous feelings to exploit them
financially"
 


He's got a point there. Although he's always up for a
shag with a woman sporting a man's haircut, you
have to wonder whether she thought he was a pig
after she shagged him, or after the NY hotel tryst
was splashed all over the news. 

checkit: International Herald Trib
why I had a love affair with Strauss-Kahn, 
king of the pigs

Saturday, 16 March 2013

bad sex gong

no, the gong doesn't bong when you're bad at sex.
Don't worry

It's a prize for bad sex writing.


I'm going to try a Freudian analysis of these
writers and try to figure how bad they are
at ...sex, as well as writing

London Evening Standard literature, with comments:


JK Rowling
"He retained a memory of her bare pink vulva; it
was as though Father Christmas had popped up
in their midst...he forced his way inside her,
determined to accomplish what he had come for"

-Aw, he spunked already?
-shhhh

JK continues:
"Krystal moaned a little. Her head thrown back, her
nose became broad and snout-like"

-Sexy snout, there, young lass.

Nicholas Coleridge- the Adventuress:
"In seconds, the duke had lowered his trousers and boxers
and positioned himself across a leather steamer trunk"

-oh Gad, it's a gay scene. shut memory off
-quieeeet

" 'more, more,' he cried out. 'next time you will
discipline me dressed as a nun. I have the garments
in the cupboard' "

-boring fetishes of the upper classes. yaaawn

and the winner is, Tom Wolfe, Back to Blood
 "something was stroking her... it had slid up her mons pubis"

-playing doctor obviously
-no, he's referring to the Moon. They're on the Moon,
Olympus Mons
-shut it

"and her abdomen and began dwelling upon the nipple of her left
breast... but then the tips of her breasts became erect on their own,
the flood in her loins washed morals, despair and all other
abstract assessments away in a cloud of some sort of divine
cologne of his"

-I can't believe there's that much thinking going
on during sex, unless you're a boring author in a dull marriage

Well, who needs porn now? not this reader.