Day: December 22, 2005

A Man Called Elvis

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I’m talkin bout the man, I’m talkin bout the man A man called Elvis U oughta get 2 know him U oughta try him (stolen from Prince with no apology whatsoever) I finally re-created my about me page. When I did my page redesign (with added piracy, thanks to Doxy), I forgot about it and […]

I’m talkin bout the man, I’m talkin bout the man
A man called Elvis
U oughta get 2 know him
U oughta try him

(stolen from Prince with no apology whatsoever)

I finally re-created my about me page. When I did my page redesign (with added piracy, thanks to Doxy), I forgot about it and never got around to porting the template over.

The text is mostly from a short bio I sent the j-con organizers when I got picked to be on a panel (alas, I didn’t actually make it to j-con, that’s how my year’s been, plans made and broken a million times). But I liked what I sent them so it lives on.

Anyway, it’s linked from the cartoon elvis pic on the left and the about karl elvis section on the right, and includes a bonus kilted-elvis picture (though not a NHT picture).

The very definition of ‘sick and wrong’

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If there was any doubt about my going to hell (oh, right, as if), this settles it. All you need to know is that I laughed life a fucking fiend all the way through this. The Passion of Benny Hill (If you’ve never seen the The Benny Hill Show this won’t make sense. Don’t even […]

If there was any doubt about my going to hell (oh, right, as if), this settles it. All you need to know is that I laughed life a fucking fiend all the way through this.

The Passion of Benny Hill (If you’ve never seen the The Benny Hill Show this won’t make sense. Don’t even bother.)

The web site says “WARNING: Graphic violence, gore, and blasphemous material“. I might also add, you could die from laughing. But only if you’re as sick a fucker as I am.

Dress You Up in My Love

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I had an oddly hot dream last night, after not being able to get to sleep until very, very late. It has to have been inspired by an episode of Project Runway (and I’ll have to put off talking about that show for a bit because of the promise I made myself not to talk […]

I had an oddly hot dream last night, after not being able to get to sleep until very, very late.

It has to have been inspired by an episode of Project Runway (and I’ll have to put off talking about that show for a bit because of the promise I made myself not to talk about any more reality teevee).

I was dressing a woman up in lacy, pretty, elegant lingerie. She was a tall, stunning brunette with a perfect figure, and I was choosing things for her to put on while she modeled them for me; garter belts, bra and panty sets, bustier sorta things. Garters and more garters, and some other things that might have been nighties and might have been very suggestive evening clothes, I’m not sure.

The clothes are kind of a blur to me now, I just recall fancy, very lacy things in a number of colors, maroon, pink, black, jade green.

What I recall, though, is the feeling of dressing this woman up almost like a living barbie doll; the subtle dominant/submissive feeling it had, her doing what I told her, putting on what I chose for her and modeling it for me while I sat watching, directing her to pose for me, to show herself off for me.

I woke up with the image in my head, watching her put on a lacy, fussy garter belt at my direction. It’s been with me all day, that image.