I've just spent the evening with a very good friend of mine. We discussed my blog and my dates and dating in general and the difference in power play in gay porn and straight porn, among other things. I met him on a plane back in '96 on my way back from LA. When he describes our first encounter, he says "and this little punk sat next to me" which is inaccurate as I wasn't a punk, although I did have bright pink hair.
He ate his dessert first so I knew we'd get along. I was reading "Memoirs of a Geisha" and he asked how it was. I said "I'll tell you the other side". I'm a fast reader and so had almost finished the book when we got to New York. "It's bollocks" I told him. "Really?" he said, "It's supposed to be such a good read".
Which brings me neatly to my thoughts for today:
I don't like being told what I should like. I prefer to have an original genuine personal thought about it.
Whether it's facials or anal sex, the latest "in" novel or whatever.
I don't need an endorsement, celebrity or otherwise.
Remember when the Carpenters were really popular the first go around? No, nor do I, but they were. And then they were deeply uncool. Then they were under-ground-ironically-subversively cool. Then just too cool for skool and mainstream, hence uncool again.
Ditto mullets. And bad Williamsburg hair in general.
What-ev-er.
I don't care what's fashionable. I am a style whore though and love a good bit of product design, but I could give a flying fuck about what's "in" and much less what's "cool".
Whether it's risque to perform particular sex acts or dull as ditchwater is irrelevant. What's important is that the participants have considered whether or not they are gaining anything from the experience. If they are just going along for the ride, as it were, then more fool them.
I also don't care if my tastes are pedestrian or outrageous. What I do care about is that they are authentic.
There are few disadvantages of hitting 40, other than collagen depletion and general wear and tear on one's body, but there are giant advantages. The most conspicuous is that one becomes self-assured and self-validating. And that, is cooler than anything.
And because I can do anything I like at 40 and anything with my Daily Knob, as it were, then I am going to celebrate a dead person today.
A man before his time. A genius. A giant talent. And unfortunately dead as a doornail. The beautiful Jimi Hendrix.
Oh, and of course the back catalogue. Read it ya buggers. Bits of it are amusing.
Winehouse Reveals
The Chick Facial File
Mirrors
Confession plus Daily Knob!
Abusive?
Celebrity Confessions: Boy George
Dick Trilogy Part 3
MORE dicks in my inbox
Dicks in your inbox
Read my Sodding Profile!
Hooksexup Confessions: Herpes
The Queen Confesses
The Arse Man Cometh
The Ass Play Chronicles
The Sandwich Blowjob Porn Connection
Bangin Ass
Deformed Dicks
Did I really dream that?
Why I don't date Celebrities
Fashionably late or just a slacker