Please look closely at the gentleman depicted in the photo below:
And now, this one:
This pair of wankers appear in a feature in The Age, called ‘The Zone’. Continue reading
Please look closely at the gentleman depicted in the photo below:
And now, this one:
This pair of wankers appear in a feature in The Age, called ‘The Zone’. Continue reading
“…what on Earth did they do?” asked the countess. Continue reading
Peurile, but effective! With thanks to Ian Rizzo.
A School Girl says, “Mummy, I know where
babies come from!”
The Mum replies’ “Where’s that then, Sweetie?”
The girl says, “Mummy and Daddy take their clothes off and daddy’s thingy sort of sticks out and mummy puts it in her mouth and
sucks it and that is how you get babies!”
Shaking her head, the Mum says, “Darling that is so sweet, but that’s not how we get babies; that’s how we get flowers, jewelry,
clothes and shoes!”
‘…for as a matter of principle he was participating in whatever might be demanded of or inflicted on her, and that it was he who possessed and enjoyed her through those into whose hands she had been given, by the simple fact he had given her to them.
‘She must greet them and submit to them with the same respect with which she greeted him, as though they were so many reflections of him. Thus he would possess her as a god possesses his creatures, who he lays hold of in the guise of a monster or a bird, of an invisible spirit or a state of ecstasy.
‘He gave her only to… reclaim her enriched in his eyes, like some common object which had been used for some divine purpose and has thus been consecrated.’
Story of O, P.31.
There is a special category of books I love into which Story of O falls, along with Hubert Selby Junior’s Last Exit to Brooklyn. These are books I HATED the first time I read them, went away and thought about, re-read and then discovered they had completely rewrought the way I thought. As books, they actually pushed me out of one phase of psychological maturity and into another. Continue reading
I have no intention of being mistaken for a feminist, but this short story has stirred a few different things in me.
International Kickboxer Magazine, Vol. 19, no.3
“When I fight, I don’t look at it as a sport – I fight with intent and anger. Like a streetfight.” Watching footage of Giorgi on the internet is about as much convincing as any Australian fight fan needs. Continue reading
…as if we didn’t know.

‘If we are to have made-up stories,’ said [Zinaida], ‘then let everyone quite definitely invent something and tell us that.’
Byelovzorov again was obliged to begin. The young hussar was acutely embarrassed. ‘I can’t think of anything to say,’ he cried. Continue reading

Every time I’m wounded, I bleed in romantic colours. Continue reading