Monday, April 13, 2009

Virgin Whore Complex


From Urban Dictionary (to see more definitions click on title of this blog which links to Urban Dictionary)
Madonna-Whore Complex
The seemingly conflicting desires that some (but certainly not all) men have for a woman who is experienced in the bedroom and unashamed of showing sexual prowess ("whore"), but at the same time a woman who is wholesome, clean and nuturing ("madonna"), particularly enough to not be branded a "slut".

This concept is due to having a large population of sexually frustrated people (both men AND women) who were raised to believe that sexual activity or just being sexy is a dirty and shameful act, and a society where both men and women have been led to believe that women have to either be complete prudes or totally promiscuous.
"Dick is an ex-quarterback with a madonna-whore complex. Jane is an equally confused prude who needs to drink a quart of whisky to release her sexual inhibitions guiltlessly. They were made for each other."

I think I have a virgin/whore complex about myself! One part of me wants to be a raging slut while the other strives to be a long-suffering masochistic saint. I feel like a lot of my other sexually liberated, smart and dynamic female friends struggle with the same dilemma. What to do, what to do?!

Friday, April 10, 2009

Porn

In the anticipation that I will be spending many long lonely nights (and days) with no one but my boring self I decided to invest in some porn. I'm a bit embarrassed to admit this but I made my first porn purchase. While I'm not anti-porn, I also don't totally support the industry. I think, in most cases, its an exploitative way to earn a living and usually I feel sorry for the people, especially the women.
That being said, against my better judgement and begging forgiveness from Buddha and Jesus Christo, I ordered some porn DVDs. On the list where Bi Bi Brazil - hot bi Brazilian guys with (naturally)sexy Brazilian women and Cochinas (which means dirty in a sexy way in Spanish). Jesus Christo, lo siento mucho~

What self control?!

This explains a lot! Now I don't have to feel bad for having 3 mojitos tonight and texting several of my exes...

Losing It: Why Self-Control Is Not Natural
LiveScience.com
Meredith F. Small
LiveScience's Human Nature Columnist
LiveScience.com meredith F. Small
livescience's Human Nature Columnist
livescience.com – Fri Apr 10, 9:45 am ET

After dinner last night, I lost my usual self-control and ate half a box of cookies. No wonder. My self-control had been under pressure all day. I righteously refused a muffin at breakfast, didn't scream at my kid to get out the door although we were late, made a conscious decision not to run over a pedestrian crossing against the light, kept my fist from pounding on the table during a faculty meeting, and resisted the urge to throw an annoying student out of my office.

But by 7 p.m., my self-control mechanism was worn out, and down those cookies went.

The empty box would have been no surprise to Yale University psychologist Joshua Ackerman and colleagues who have discovered that self-control not only wears us down, even thinking about other people's self-control is too much to handle.

In the latest issue of the journal Psychological Science, the researchers taunted subjects with the story of a waiter who was surrounded by gourmet food but not allowed a taste. Some of the subjects were encouraged to go beyond polite listening and actually imagine this poor waiter, to have real empathy with his situation. And then everybody was shown pictures of expensive stuff. Those who had put themselves in the shoes of the waiter, had suffered all that self-control as he had, wanted that stuff, no matter the price.

In other words, just the thought of someone, anyone, depriving himself eventually makes greedy beasts of all of us.

Apparently, it's human nature to be out of control. Imagine our early ancestors roaming the savannah looking for food. They might bring down a gazelle, but that meat was probably not enough for some of the group. As soon as they wiped their mouths, those lacking self-control were probably off again on the hunt because they could not deny themselves anything.

Such an attitude was probably adaptive. It kept the group on the take, always looking, always wanting, always getting, and those who wanted more surely lived longer and passed on more genes that those who sat around the first gazelle and said, "We'll, I'm satisfied," not imagining they would be hungry again soon.

The need for self-control must have come much later, and in other spheres than food. Group living, for example, takes great self-control; it takes a lot to live with people day after day and not kill them, and so those more reflective humans who could keep their anger in check probably did well once humans settled into communities.

But that kind of self-control has become so painful in the modern world because there is so much to want, so much to tempt our restraint. We live in busy, complex communities surrounded by desirable goods and fun ideas, and so all day, every day, we hold back. And we see that most everyone else is holding back too. We are hit hard by both our own weary self-control as well as the exhausting empathy we apparently have for everyone else's self-control.

It really is too much. It makes perfect sense that we sometimes lose it and eat half, or even a whole, box of cookies in one sitting.

*Meredith F. Small is an anthropologist at Cornell University. She is also the author of "Our Babies, Ourselves; How Biology and Culture Shape the Way We Parent" (link) and "The Culture of Our Discontent; Beyond the Medical Model of Mental Illness" (link). Her Human Nature column appears each Friday on LiveScience.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

And I thought I was Melodramatic...



I heard a Portuguese singer called Mariza the other day. I must say I'm captivated. Apparently there is a whole tradition of Portuguese music which is typified by its theatrical and depressing nature. I love it!

From Wikipedia: Fado (translated as destiny or fate) is a music genre which can be traced from the 1820s in Portugal, but probably with much earlier origins. In popular belief, Fado is a form of music characterized by mournful tunes and lyrics, often about the sea or the life of the poor. However, in reality Fado is simply a form of song which can be about anything, but must follow a certain structure.

The music is usually linked to the Portuguese word saudade (that has no match in English but it could be understood as nostalgia felt while missing someone), a word describing a sentiment. The word "pine", sharing the same root as the Portuguese word "pena" (which has evolved to express the feeling of being sorry for someone) seems to describe the meaning of the word saudade only in very crude terms as a feeling of nostalgia, or longing, which is agreed by translators to not be an accurate description.Furthermore, because the word pine is actually a verb in English whilst saudade is simply a noun, any translation using these two words would be inaccurate.

Some enthusiasts claim that Fado's origins are a mixture of African slave rhythms with the traditional music of Portuguese sailors and Arabic influence.

Here are the lyrics in English and Portuguese.

Primavera
Spring

Todo o amor que nos prendera,
All the love that had tied us,

como se fora de cera,
as if it was of wax,

Se quebrava e desfazia.
was breaking and crumbling down.

Ai funesta Primavera,
Ai, tragic Spring

quem me dera, quem nos dera,
how I wish, how I wish that we

ter morrido nesse dia.
had died on that day

E condenaram-me a tanto,
And I was comdemd to so much

viver comigo meu pranto,
to live with my crying

viver, viver e sem ti.
to live, to live, and without you

Vivendo sem, no entanto, eu me esquecer desse encanto,
Living, however without forgetting the enchantment

que nesse dia perdi.
that I lost that day

Pão duro da solidão,
hard bread of loliness

é somente o que nos dão,
that’s all we get

o que nos dão a comer.
that’s all we are given to eat

Que importa que o coração,
What does the heart matter,

diga que sim ou que não,
whatever it says, yes or no,

se continua a viver.
if it keeps on living

Todo o amor que nos prendera,
All love that had tied us,

se quebrara e desfizera,
was breaking and crumbling down,

em pavor se convertia.
was turning into dread

Ninguém fale em Primavera,
No one should talk to about Spring

quem me dera, quem nos dera,
how I wish, how I wish that we

ter morrido nesse dia.
had died on that day.

More Romantic Words

Ahhhhh the men of online dating. WOW. They really are quite amazing...

From BodyofaGod who apparently is a real magician:

message me back..i'm so worth it.

peace

luci

310-413-4414

i'll be in the city today..being fabulous,
playing the guitar and making up love songs to random women i meet.

love you!

Another one:
From BodyofaGod Yesterday - 3:21am

when are you free? i need to let go of a little stress.

care to dance?  movie?

my passion is deep and my aim is wide.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Gag Reflex

I received this sleazy little missive in my inbox at an unnamed dating website... Wow, there's a lot of winners out there!
Just horrifying, really...

None could whore you I am sure all men love you equally. A Magdellena for sure. You are so lovely I would write a dozen poems just to meet you. That is my proposal. Endure my words twelve times and my heart will be thine. Love me or I'll love you, maybe we can get the synchronicity going and fall for each other. You will fall, deeply and I will catch you completely.

messenger addresses
Yahoo: jestingsorrow@rocketmail.com
AIM: jestingsorrow

Love ya

Come With Me

Come with me woman
I will fill you up with my love
The sea currents in your cave
Enshroud me as no woman has

Take me inside of you
Pull me in your currents
Release me and I will come again
Always coming to you, for you

If you wash my feet with your hair
I will wash your body with my locks
Sanctifying my desire with firm cock
Wetting your oceans and sea with my care

Come for me or I’ll come for you
Push your spike into my heart and in turn screw.

'Jesting sorrow' weirdo is the 3rd guy so far this year to write me a poem. Although, I have to say that this poem wins hands down for being the most pornographic. And the least appealing. ICK!!!

Friday, March 6, 2009

High and Dry

I haven't been writing here much lately. There are many reasons behind this. Suffice to say that I've decided to stop playing trivial games with men and fucking around. That is to say that I must be earnest with guys - not flippant and wanton, I must be mature and respect-worthy, not crazy and slutty.
Sigh...
All this seriousness and integrity has left me with little to report.
Also, I am not going to have sex anymore. Not never-ever. But I'm abstaining for a while. I've realized that its been causing me a lot of trouble (DUH!!!), taking up too much of my energy and causing me to develop inexplicable attachments to men who are blatantly not right for me.
So yeah, I'm taking the high road. Let's see where it gets me.
So far things are a little dull...

Monday, February 9, 2009

Who were you in a past life?!


Click on the 'Who were you...' link above the picture.
I stumbled upon this while looking up some Buddhism teachings online. I don't even know that I believe in reincarnation, still its intriguing. I did one with my birthday and one with a friend's (OK, exboyfriend's!) birthday. Creepily enough, the descriptions seemed plausible for both of us.

Maybe the better question to ask might be - what kind of world do we live in that we can look up our supposed past lives online?!

Obviously, to be taken with more than a grain of salt...

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Gotta Give it Time...

I love this song



Arcade Fire - Neighborhood 4 (7 Kettles)

Monday, February 2, 2009

The French Lit Major

Last Saturday I was at a bar with some coworkers. One of my gay coworkers is always daring me to talk to cute guys. So when a young, good looking, muscular guy was standing next to me at the bar he interrupted our conversation (during which I was firmly stating, "At least YOU'LL be getting laid tonight... I know I won't be...")to demand that the guy sleep with me. Not missing a cue the guy introduced himself to me. Turns out he's in a PhD program at Stanford studying French Literature. Needless to say, I was impressed and intrigued. I even managed to score some points with him by enthusing about my love for existentialist writers such as Sartre and Camus. So when he invited me outside for a smoke I had reason to believe we might be having an interesting conversation. Well, after several minutes of small talk during which he told me he was 25 (and guessed my age to be 24 - serious beer goggles!) he lurched toward me and said, "Let's make out!".
I backed away.
He approached again, "Come on, let's make out!"
He was cute but this was not what I'd had in mind. "Uhhhhh... I'm not really in the mood right now. How about another time?"
To which he replied, "Well I'm only in town visiting my friend for tonight so there won't be another chance."
Hmmmmm... The great 'Its Now or Never' argument from men. Gotta love that one! Nothing like the prospect of being used for one night of instantaneously gratifying casual sex (only to be dissed the next day) to light a fire under a woman. Should I be jumping at this chance?!
I politely excused myself and went back inside to attend to my beer.

This guy did score some points though...

When introduced to my coworkers he asked why two of them were dressed in suits. They told him they had just come from a Mad Men party.
"What's Mad Men?" he asked.
They were shocked, "Its a TV show, you don't know Mad Men?!"
"No." He replied. "I don't watch TV. TV is bourgeois."
HA!!! I loved it. You should have seen their faces...