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Wonder Woman Should Join the Lingerie Football League

Posted in Journalism, Love letters, Observation, Pretensions toward cultural theory, Real Men, Ridiculous curiosity with tags ball gag, bondage, facebook, homophobia, Lingerie Football League, Matt Samartzis, NFL, The Atlhttp://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2014/11/wonder-womans-kinky-feminist-roots/380788/antic online, William Marston, Wonder Woman on January 27, 2016 by Jarrod Boyle

I have come late to the Lingerie Football League. Like most things of this nature, it appeared on my Facebook feed courtesy of my good friend and arbiter of all things that ride the cutting edge of bad taste, Matt Samartzis. Continue reading →

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Lisa Ann Has Hips Like a Cello

Posted in Fiction, Love letters, Pornography with tags Lisa Ann on December 7, 2015 by Jarrod Boyle

Lisa Ann has hips like a cello. She’s the same colour, too. Continue reading →

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Desperate Romantic: My Life as a Stalker (A Lamentably True Story)

Posted in Acts of devotion, Love letters, Observation, Real Men with tags Gerald Manley Hopkins, Hafiz, Humpty Dumpty, Richard Wagner, Tristan and Isolde on December 3, 2014 by Jarrod Boyle

Epilogue

“Forget everything anybody says or does; everything is a cry, please love me.”

-Hafiz,

Sufi poet. Continue reading →

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Desperate Romantic: My Life as a Stalker (A Lamentably True Story)

Posted in Acts of devotion, Love letters, Observation, Real Men with tags 21, A Perfect Circle, Adele, Blade Runner, Diary of a Madman, Gerald Manley Hopkins, Love Song, Maynard james Keenan, mobius strip, Monaro, Ozzy Osbourne, Rachael, Replicant, Rick Deckard, Someone Like You, The Cure on December 3, 2014 by Jarrod Boyle

12: The Heart of the Problem

“I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited but

I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it

I had hoped you’d see my face and that you’d be reminded

That for me, it isn’t over…”

-Adele,

Someone Like You

I’ve been driving around in the yellow Monaro with Adele blaring from the stereo (not very rock and roll). Continue reading →

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Desperate Romantic: My Life as a Stalker (A Lamentably True Story)

Posted in Acts of devotion, Love letters, Observation, Real Men with tags Albert Ellis, Bob Marley, Claude Monet, Eurydice, Guernica, Jean-Michel Basquiat, Mark Rothko, Musee de l'Orangerie, Paris, Picasso, Tate Modern Gallery, Water Lilies on December 2, 2014 by Jarrod Boyle

11: Adventures in the Musee de l’Orangerie

“The art of love is largely the art of persistence.”

-Albert Ellis

After Eurydice’s stalker allegation, I gave it another two months (I figured this showed dedication, but fell safely outside the stalker criteria), and wrote again. Continue reading →

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Desperate Romantic: My Life as a Stalker (A Lamentably True Story)

Posted in Acts of devotion, Love letters, Observation, Real Men with tags Delbard rose, Erin Gill, facebook, intervention order, iTunes, stalker, Valentine's Day on December 1, 2014 by Jarrod Boyle

10: The Reason She’s in the Tower

“You need to cut all the ‘knight in shining armour’ bullshit! Look, if she’s in a tower, it’s because someone has put her in there for a reason! She’s been put there because she’s fucking crazy!’

– Erin Gill.

I have been labelled a stalker once before. Continue reading →

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Desperate Romantic: My Life as a Stalker (A Lamentably True Story)

Posted in Acts of devotion, Love letters, Observation, Real Men with tags Eurydice, Rodney Dangerfield, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, The Little Match Girl on November 29, 2014 by Jarrod Boyle

9: The Most Beautiful Sound in the World – Which I Hope to Never Hear Again

I’ve been reading at the direction of my head-shrinker about why we are attracted to the people we are, and I believe that what I’ve read is true. Continue reading →