Current mood

I know...another music post. It's the winter blues and I'm feeling blah.

Garbage - only happy when it rains

Satoshi Tomiie

House dj/producer Satoshi Tomiie will be in Southern California this weekend, and I'll be there to see him.



I'm already looking forward to the weekend.

"how do guys cover their hard ons?"

The above question popped up on my Statcounter results. Someone searched that question through ask.com and my blog popped up on the results page.

I might as well offer some possible answers. So how do guys cover their hard ons?

* Wearing loose-fitting pants would help.
* Shift leg, move, adjust.
* Untuck your shirt, if possible.
* Fold a jacket over your arm.
* Don't use a book or newspaper. You're just attracting attention to yourself.
* Escape.

Obviously I can only guess at the answers. If you're a guy, how do you cover your hard on?

downtime

a new love:

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence" - Ryuichi Sakamato

Stepping it up

I start getting into introspective-mode around this time of year. With 2008 right around the corner, I evaluate my year and think about the future.

I've decided that I need to step it up. I want more for myself. My good friend told me he lives by this motto: "Make each day your masterpiece." That's a good rule to live by.

making love

my weekend started with a full-body massage
he removed all my clothes
and laid me on the bed
his hands moving from my shoulder blades
dancing down my spine
moving to my arms, my wrists, my fingertips
the bloodflow reaching my legs, my thighs,
his expert fingers moving over and under
knots, hidden muscles, soft spots

i sighed
he leaned forward for a kiss
and never stopped

gentle fingers became rough
slow movements sped up
his fingers now tangled in my hair
my legs curled around his waist
suffocating him with my thighs
he looked down at me
and said, "i've never been more happy than i am right now."
and i agreed.

Kis Lee 2007

Inner artist

In the last few weeks, I've been to a few art shows. The Murakami exhibit @ MOCA blew me away, and I think I'm going to make a return visit. I've also been to openings at small, indie galleries. I've seen some interesting works and some stuff that makes me scratch my head and wonder, "that's art?" I don't mean to sound like an art snob, because I'm not. I know what I like, and I know what I don't like. I don't "get" some art.

After seeing different works, I yearn to make my own art. (I do consider writing to be a form of art, but I'm talking about visual art.) When I was a wee youngster, I was really into painting and drawing. I dreamed of making cartoons. I used to love my art classes in high school. I wasn't great at it, but I wasn't bad. I gave up at some point because I was convinced that there are other more talented people in the world. They're the "real" artists, and I was just a poser.

I've been thinking about how I would start. There are all these things that I want to try. I don't have formal training, and I've never been to art school. I've been thinking of taking art classes. That would be a start. All I know is that I want to creat art. Maybe it's my creative ADD. I get so restless sometimes that I need another avenue to burn off this energy.

Photography is cool but I'm not that interested in taking pictures. I would love to be crafty, but my fingers are too clumsy. I'd probably injure myself if I learned how to knit or make jewelry. I want to learn how to draw and paint. I want to create a cutesy character. I want to make a comic book or an animated web episode. I've been wanting to do this for a long time, and I'm thinking about it more and more. It's time to start acting instead of just thinking.

a conversation about shopping

"Let's go shopping this weekend."

"Okay. What did you want to buy?"

"I want to hit the adult store."

"Oh...what exactly did you have in mind?"

"Some lube. A toy maybe. I want to play with your ass. Try anal."

"Ah. I see."

"Is that okay? We've talked about it, but now I want to really try it."

"It's okay. I want to try, too."

"What else will we need to buy?"

"A big bottle of lube. A small plug. Maybe anal beads."

"You lead the way. I've never done this before."

"I'll need a toy for me...to keep me relaxed. You're too big. We need to gradually work towards your cock in my ass."

"Okay. So a finger first? Then a toy?"

"Something like that. A small plug for starters. Maybe one bigger after that."

"Then you'll be ready."

"We'll see. We'll experiment with this and that."

"Mmmm.... I can't wait."

"Let's make a list so I don't forget anything...."

honestly

Some days I feel like I'm just going through the motions. It's not depression or the blues or anything serious like that.

I know that I really shouldn't complain. My life is pretty good right now, and I'm grateful for what I do have in my life. In the last six months I've had the best experiences, and I get to share them with great people. What can be better than that?

Overall I know that life is good. Yet, sometimes I can't get away from this cloud that hangs over me. I don't even know where this dark spot comes from. It's weird. The only thing I can do is keep a smile on my face and continue with the day. The smile isn't really genuine, but I do what I can.

the bloody truth

Here's a random fact about me: I don't like having sex when I'm on my period.

If you're a guy (or even a gal) who gets squeamish about this topic, escape while you still can. I don't mean to gross anyone out. I'm just thinking out loud.

If you're still with me, there's a reason I mention this. The other night my lover wanted to get frisky and I told him that I'm on my period. He pointed out that we can always use a towel. Yes, I suppose we could. I have had sex on my period before and I feel ambivalent about it.

Pro: it feels great. When Aunt Flo is around, my hormones are crazy and I really want sex. I've heard that sex helps with the cramps, and I think there's some truth in that.

Con: it's so goddamn messy. I know that most guys don't mind the mess. Fortunately my partner is a mature guy who won't say "ew" when he sees a drop of blood. He doesn't mind the clean up, but I feel like it ruins the mood. We both run to the bathroom to clean up. Then I have to make sure there aren't any wayward spots on the bed.

It's not the yuck factor that bothers me. It's the clean up. It's such a hassle that I don't like to bother.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm being a prude about it. Maybe I should just follow my lust and not worry about the cleaning factor. Sex is great no matter what. Should a little blood get in the way of pleasure?

Sugasm #105

The best of this week's blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #106? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you're all set.

This Week's Picks
Bonbon
"I feel him start; then he groans into my mouth, a deep helpless sound, and I know I've got him."

Domme virginity lost
I'm not asking you. I'm telling you. You know that, don't you, sweet boy?"

Reality Check: Lessons Learned From Clients
"From my conversations I've learned a number of things that have helped me, educated me and surprised me."

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Belladonna Likes Heroin

Editor's Choice
Each Mirror has two sides

More Sugasm
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NSFW Pics & Videos
Anetta Keys - Mischief In Mind
Carmella Bing - Keeping It Hardcore
Erica Campbell nude by Andrew Blake
The Hottest Babes… Right Here, Right Now
How to behave after sex
Jade | Mirage

Sex News, Reviews & Advice
At least he's not going blind!
Lust, Caution review
NEW Gender Bending Designs
Orgasm - Do You Fake It?
Pierced for Play
Pjur Eros BodyGlide Original Silicone Lubricant Review
Top 7 Horror Porns

Erotic Writing and Experiences
At Your Service
Boy
Catalina loves (Polyamorous) Fantasies - Part II
Confessions: Babysitter
Encounter 2, Part II: All About Jane
Having her cake
How zep got me my first feel of tit
"I'm not having sex with you in here."
A Letter…
Sexual Initiation
Splick
Symplexity Presents: The Friendly Skies
An Unexpected Opportunity

Sex Work
In the Heart of Real America: How Porn Made Me a Patriot

BDSM & Fetish
About last night…
Beat Me Baby: A Step in Submission!
Bitch in heat
Dirty, Filthy, Nasty Instructions
Feeling a Twitch
Goofiness
I Will So Whip Your Ass
A Little Fantasy I Wrote For The Mrs.
Masturbation Fantasies
Men are dogs: a fantasy
On Hands and Knees
Re-Education Part 2: A Fantasy
Revisiting the piss slit
Shame, Shame, Shame; Shame of Fools
Whippings in the eighteenth century

Sex Poetry & Recipes
Cooking With Mandy: Get Your Ass In the Kitchen Slut and Spend Some Quality Time With Your Husband Pasta with Shrimp
Friday Poem: Hot Boobs and Spam
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Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
"As Long As Your Vagina Looks Good…"
Ethical Adultery
Femme vs. Feminine
The Full Body Project, or Fat Can be Sexy, Part 2
Need, Want, Love
Return to sender
Sleepy HNT
Today is "Mom the Minx('s)" Birthday
You Are So Sexy

M.I.A. 11/9/07

roadrunner roadrunner
going 100 miles per hour
- bamboo banga

She sings. She raps. She dances. She knows how to get the crowd worked up. M.I.A. put on such a great show. She played a good mix from Arular and Kala. The mostly-young crowd was in such a frenzy.

The sound system was so loud that my left ear is still ringing. I guess I should be worried but a little hearing damage is a small price to pay. It was a great concert experience, and I rank it pretty high on my list. I will definitely catch M.I.A. on her next tour.

M.I.A. coming back with power power
M.I.A. coming back with power power

M.I.A.

Tonight I'm going to see M.I.A. at the Wiltern. I saw her two years ago at Coachella, and she had amazing energy. She owned that crowd. I liked Arular a lot, and I like her latest Kala. She doesn't have the best lyrics, but she makes solid dance music that you can bump to. I love it.

M.I.A. - Jimmy, from Kala

Adult movie review

I recently landed a gig reviewing adult movies for XRentDVD.com. (Yes, I get paid to watch porn.)

My first review is now online: Girls Just Want to Have Fun

As the title suggests, it's an all-girls movie with plenty of action. Note: the review contains graphic content and screen captures.

Murakami @ MOCA

If you're in the Los Angeles area, do yourself a huge favor and go see the Murakami exhibit at MOCA. It's the best $8 you'll ever spend (just $5 if you're still a student). The exhibit is open until February 11, 2008.

With over 90 works, the exhibit spans Takashi Murakami's career. His artwork is a blend of pop art, anime, and kawaii (cuteness). The subjects of his paintings and sculptures range from trippy mushrooms to an anime-type female morphing into a fighter jet. One room was covered in Murakami wallpaper with his signature happy-faced flowers. I would love to have that wallpaper in at least one room of my place.

The exhibit also features an animation room that showed the music video for Kanye West's "Good Morning." The song is just okay, but the music video was awesome. I also saw the first chapter of his animated film "Kaikai & Kiki." It was a short film that was both cute and very odd.

The Louis Vutton room seemed popular. Murakami is the one who created those white and pastel LV bags. I wasn't interested in the bags, so I browsed the room. I noticed that a few patrons were upset that a lot of merchandise were sold out.

My favorite part of the exhibit was a particularly weird sculpture: a naked anime male holding his cock and spewing his come around him like a banner. There was a companion piece of a big breasted woman spraying a milk banner. The two images will be implanted in my brain forever.

The line for the gift shop was super long. I spent too much money on Murakami stickers, pins, and buttons. A lot of his prints were around $800 or so, and most were sold out. If I had the dough, I would be interested in some of his pieces. Someday, maybe someday.

Here are some photos via The Hundreds.

Protect your banana

While aimlessly surfing the internet, I came across this:


It's a Banana Bunker, a product that "prevents bruised bananas." Well, I do hate when my bananas get bumped and bruised. I like a perfectly yellow banana without any spots.

I can imagine other uses for the Banana Bunker. Such as keeping the dustballs away from your favorite intimate toy. To their credit, the creators already know what you're thinking. From their FAQ: Q: Can it be used for sexual pleasure?
A: You could probably use a fax machine for sexual pleasure if you put your mind to it, so we don't doubt that you could do it with the Banana Bunker. We don't recommend it, though.

FYI, I'm not affiliated with the Banana Bunker in any way. I thought it would make a cool stocking stuffer.

Lust, Caution review

I finally had the chance to see Lust, Caution this weekend. Bravo, Mr. Ang Lee. I think it was the best film I've seen all year. I liked Brokeback Mountain, but this movie kicks its ass. Tony Leung and newcomer Tang Wei were phenomenal in their roles, and there was enough action and drama to keep me interested throughout the movie.

You can read the synopsis here, but basically it's a story about Shanghai in the early 1940s. Tony Leung is Yee, a collaborator with the Japanese government. Tang Wei is Wong Chia Chi, a young girl who becomes involved with a student-run resistance group. In a plot to kill Yee, Wong initiates an affair with Yee. The movie spans four years and shows Wong evolving from a young girl to a woman willing to use her sexuality for a deadly purpose. Gradually the relationship between Yee and Wong becomes so heated that she begins to lose control of her role.

The movie is almost three hours long, but it doesn't "feel" like three hours. I was so entranced by the drama and the performances that I was hooked from the beginning. When the ending came, I was almost surprised that it was over. I don't want to give anything away, but it's an intelligent movie. The ending wasn't predictable, and it made complete sense. It makes me sad that more people won't see this movie. It's in limited release, and it is NC-17.

Speaking of which, I'm so glad that Ang Lee didn't try to make this movie into R-rated. I loved the sizzling sex scenes in this film. You rarely see Asian couples in Hollywood, so it was refreshing to see two attractive Asians being very erotic and open with each other. There are a lot of movies with Asian females being sexual characters, but we hardly ever see Asian males as sexual. Tony Leung is sizzling hot, and the chemistry between Wei and Leung was something to behold. (When I saw Wei's pubic hair, I almost gasped. It's been so long since I've seen female pubic hair in a movie.) They don't hide much in their scenes, and you can tell that the heat between them is genuine.

There are three scenes that are pretty graphic. In a few moments, I was convinced that the two are actually having sex. Each scene is erotic and very well-shot. I like that the scenes have a progression that is tied into the story. In the first sex scene, it's all about raw sexuality that borders on brutality with Leung taking complete control of the sexually inexperienced Wei. In the second scene, the two have forged a connection that goes beyond sex. You can see it when they come together in a very intimate position. The third scene shows Leung being vulnerable for the first time. For a brief moment, Wei exerts her dominance and he lets her. It was hot and beautiful at the same time. I was turned on throughout these scenes. I took full advantage of this pent-up sexual energy after the movie.

The best scene in the movie was a tender moment between Wong and Yee. She expresses her feelings through a song, and he responds with a shedded tear. It sounds sappy, but it works so well. He carries so much emotion in his eyes. With a glance, he says more than any number of lines could. This was such a sexy movie, and I fell in love with both characters. You can tell Ang loves the look of the 40s: the coiffed curls, the dresses, the cherry red lips, the cigarette dangling from dainty fingers. Visually it's a great movie. If you don't have the chance to see this, get it when it comes out on DVD. It was that good.

With his fingers

*adult content*

I forget what we'd been talking about. He stops me by flipping me onto my back and spreading my thighs apart. My panties are already bunched around my right ankle. He tells me to shut up and enjoy myself. I close my eyes as he sucks my clit into his mouth. He sucks me roughly, his stubble rubbing against my sensitve skin.

My wetness welcomes his two fingers. He curls them and swirls them around and around. This makes me squirm just the way he likes it. He says he loves it when I squirm and wriggle under his fingers. His fingers move deeper inside me, slowly at first. His tongue moves faster over my clit and I'm begging for more.

He straightens his fingers and fucks me with smooth strokes. Like he's using his cock now. Fuck me harder, I say under my breath. He hears me and responds with deep, fast strokes. I can feel his other knuckles almost bruising. It's too much but just enough. I answer his thrusts by arching my back and rolling my hips towards his fingers.

I replace his tongue with my fingers and massage my clit. His eyes are on my face, and I can see his chin is covered with my arousal. I reach down to wipe his face, and he averts his head. Leave it, he says. I've marked his face with my body.

I watch him as he watches me. He fucks me hard with his fingers. As I rock my hips and ground myself against his knuckles, his mouth parts a little. He breathes hard like all his sensations are located within his two fingers, leading straight to his cock. I finally close my eyes and enjoy the most intense orgasm I can remember. When I open my eyes, I imagine I see sparks of light on the ceiling.

I reach down and touch his hard cock. He says that he loves watching me get off. I tell him now it's his turn. He presses his body against me as I wrap my legs around him.

Hip Hop Live 2007

I haven't been to a lot of hip hop performances, but my brief experience tells me that live performances can be hit or miss. Hip hop is one of those genres that may sound better on CD than live. It really depends on whether the performer can grab the crowd's attention. Last night's concert was enjoyable, but I didn't leave satisfied.

We arrived at the venue on time, but the show didn't start until an hour later. The three acts were backed up by a live band. They sounded okay, and they started with a latin jazz set. I wasn't too thrilled because I didn't come to see latin jazz.

Brother Ali came on first, and he did a pretty good job of keeping the crowd hyped. His delivery is decent, but his set felt too long. Maybe it's because I'm not really a fan, because a lot of people seemed to be into him. When he started rapping about love and relationships, he lost me. His freestyle verses weren't very good either.

Ghostface Killah of Wu-Tang was next. I think he missed Wu-tang because he was determined to have as many people on stage as possible. he bought about 14 members of his entourage, and the hype men rapped more than he did. I think I saw Keven Federline up there at one point. They called for ladies to get on the stage and dance and it all went to hell from there. I don't want to watch entourage members rubbing up on women. I just don't.

Finally Rakim came on. It was my first time seeing him live, and I was impressed by his presence. He played a lot of the classics, and the crowd was into it. I was a little disappointed that he only did the first verse for "Paid in Full." He was fantastic at times, but sometimes he threw the mike to the crowd too much. I came to see him perform, not to hear the crowd participate in hip hop karaoke. Overall it was a good set. He didn't need a dozen hype men to back him up. It was Rakim doing what he does best. His performance made the night.