Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Sunday, May 09, 2010
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Sunday, August 09, 2009
No homo
... When these rappers say "no homo," it can seem a bit like a gentleman's agreement, nodding to the status quo while smuggling in a fuller, less hamstrung notion of masculinity. This is still a concession to homophobia, but one that enables a less rigid definition of the hip-hop self than we've seen before. It's far from a coup, but, in a way, it's progress. - http://slate.com/id/2224348/
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Kells making that P.U.S.S.Y. Cry
Making Kells wanna: 24 sexual things R. Kelly wants, according to his new mix-tape, The Demo Tape.
Via The AV CLUB:
1. To make the p-u-s-s-y cry (“P.U.S.S.Y. Cry”)
2. To give you a backrub, followed by a trip to the hot tub (“Birthday Sex”)
3. For people not to disrespect his shorty, since he likes her sex (“Disrespect My Shorty”)
4. To hit that big old [ass], even though his girl similarly has a big old [ass] (“Disrespect My Shorty”)
5. To have you scream “It hurts, it hurts!” then have you concede that his lovemaking quenches your thirst, your thirst (“Birthday Sex”)
6. To get him some of that birthday sex (“Birthday Sex”)
7. To turn this club into a bedroom (“Club 2 A Bedroom”)
8. For you not to trip; he owns the club, so you don’t gotta worry ’bout security (“Club 2 A Bedroom”)
9. To get some gratuity, and he don’t mean cash, girl (“Tip The Waiter”)
10. To make it rain like a ticker-tape parade (“Tip The Waiter”)
11. For you not to knock his dick and a half (“Every Girl”)
12. To touch booty like he’s playing it (“Every Girl”)
13. For all y’all to have his baby (“Every Girl”)
14. To have them bitches that are hating on you rubbing on you (“Every Girl”)
15. To eat the coochie of all the girls wearing Gucci (“Every Girl”)
16. For you to listen to his mix-tape, cause it’s Kells, bitches (“Every Girl”)
17. For haters to get fucked with a sandpaper dick (“Best I Ever Had”)
18. To make you say silly shit with his silly dick (“Turning Me On”)
19. To take your sexy ass home and show you how he licks it (“Turning Me On”)
20. To get up in a whole lot of ass (“Turning Me On”)
21. To protect you from a lack of sex (“Supa Dupa Man”)
22. To hit you with super-love so pleasing it’s better than any TV show, better even than HBO, so good he’ll get thumbs-up when he goes low (“Supa Dupa Man”)
23. For you to get on his lap and go-go, since the rearview mirror is saying no po-po (“Makin’ Me Wanna”)
24. To fuck every girl he sees, from the hood to the fucking industry, even the Statue of Liberty (“Every Girl”)
Friday, July 10, 2009
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
For a Stiff Republican Politician, This Man Can Write a Mean Love Letter
Excerpt From an e-mail From Governor Mark Sanford to his Argentinian Mistress, Maria:
You have a particular grace and calm that I adore. You have a level of sophistication that so fitting with your beauty. I could digress and say that you have the ability to give magnificent gentle kisses, or that I love your tan lines or that I love the curve of your hips, the erotic beauty of you holding yourself (or two magnificent parts of yourself) in the faded glow of the night’s light ...
... while all the things above are all too true - at the same time we are in a hopelessly - or as you put it impossible - or how about combine and simply say hopelessly impossible situation of love. How in the world this lightening strike snuck up on us I am still not quite sure. As I have said to you before I certainly had a special feeling about you from the first time we met, but these feelings were contained and I genuinely enjoyed our special friendship and the comparing of all too many personal notes ...
I also suspect I feel a little vulnerable because this is ground I have never certainly never covered before - so if you have pearls of wisdom on how we figure all this out please let me know... In the meantime please sleep soundly knowing that despite the best efforts of my head my heart cries out for you, your voice, your body, the touch of your lips, the touch of your finger tips and an even deeper connection to your soul.
You have a particular grace and calm that I adore. You have a level of sophistication that so fitting with your beauty. I could digress and say that you have the ability to give magnificent gentle kisses, or that I love your tan lines or that I love the curve of your hips, the erotic beauty of you holding yourself (or two magnificent parts of yourself) in the faded glow of the night’s light ...
... while all the things above are all too true - at the same time we are in a hopelessly - or as you put it impossible - or how about combine and simply say hopelessly impossible situation of love. How in the world this lightening strike snuck up on us I am still not quite sure. As I have said to you before I certainly had a special feeling about you from the first time we met, but these feelings were contained and I genuinely enjoyed our special friendship and the comparing of all too many personal notes ...
I also suspect I feel a little vulnerable because this is ground I have never certainly never covered before - so if you have pearls of wisdom on how we figure all this out please let me know... In the meantime please sleep soundly knowing that despite the best efforts of my head my heart cries out for you, your voice, your body, the touch of your lips, the touch of your finger tips and an even deeper connection to your soul.
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