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Team Torchwood

MMOM is (ahem) coming back.

Here comes the pimp-mobile.


From mmom

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Eighth verse same as the last seven. (Year eight! How the heck did that happen?)

mmom will once more be running this year.

In 30 days, we see the start of the Merry Month of May Masturbation.

The challenge? To post a masturbation fic for every day in May.

31 days. 31 stories. All involving masturbation in some way (doing it, talking about it, watching it, we're easy...)

Any fandom, any genre, any character, any pairing or moresome. As long as wanking is involved somewhere, we'll take it.

We ask that stories are at least 100 words long, although there's no upper limit.

If you don't feel like you can do all 31 days, then please feel free to post for as many days as you want to - even if that's just one day out of the month. It's great if you can do all 31 days, but we're not going to turn down any wank ;-)

Bring on the wank, people, and let the fingers do the talking ::grin::


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bougainvillea

SUMMERTIME!

It's our annual two weeks of perfect weather/heat-wave/summertime in the Bay Area, complete with Giants in the playoffs! Whooooo-hooooo! Of course, if it actually goes up to 90+ in San Francisco, you'll hear the whining from Sea to Shining Sea, and you don't even want to know what will happen when/if the Giants don't make it to the World Series. (In 2010, the night they clinched was also the night Hubby and I were out at Maverick having dinner for my birthday and the whole town went beserk at the same time. I was like...yes, it's my birthday, thank you very much.)

Thus it's the time of year, when I, the QUEEN OF LONG SLEEVES AND SPF 50, am in actual danger of ultra-violet rays touching my alabaster skin. Sunday, Hubby and I had lunch at Greens with my cousin Josh, and then we walked around Marina Green and Crissy Field and sat looking at the Golden Gate Bridge...for hours. So I've got a "lobster tattoo" on my chest, and a pink and white Panda face. Like an idiot. I kept waiting for the fog to come in and it never did.

Ivan joined me for Mission Trivia last night at Gestalt. We played as "Team Tardis" and thanks to our combined knowledge, we were in a three-way tie for first at the end of the last round, but blew the bonus question. (I vastly under-guessed the number of people at Altamont.) I'm still mightily impressed that I did remember the answer to the first question: What do followers of The Flying Spaghetti Monster call themselves. Somehow after struggling, I managed to pull out "Pastafarians."

I didn't know the only religion that is illegal in the US. (Church of Satanism.) Ivan told me a story about how his mother met Anton LeVey on line in the unemployment office.

Afterwards we went for a walk because it was still so hot out and got to Bi-Rite Creamery, just in time to not be allowed to stand in line.

The only downside is that I was so wired up don't need no coffee in my cup that I didn't even close my eyes until 2:00AM and still had to get up and ride a bicycle to work in the blinding sun this morning. FUN!

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Question for the Teeming Millions---does anyone know what PSF stands for in terms of being a racist? I ASSUME it's Privileged Straight Female, but Google and Urban Dictionary are not being super helpful. Interestingly when I linked my Elementary Babble to Tumblr, the ONLY issue that people jumped on was to accuse me of racism because of a phrase (now edited) I used in discussing "Javier." As opposed to the various themes and topics and rational criticism that came up here on DW and LJ.

I've been in (and been the topic of) wanks before, but never a racism/social justice wank. I was referred to as a PSF, and I genuinely curious to know exactly what I'm being accused of.

ETA: I've been advised that PSF means "Pissy Sherlock Fan," and while I MAY have come across as a Privileged Straight Female or (possibly) a racist, there is absolutely NOTHING in that piece which implies for a MINUTE that any of my critique of Elementary is based in Pissy Sherlock Fannishness. In fact, I make it clear that both formats have positives and negatives and I think I wend a neutral path.
Yield

The Wank is on! Pimping the Merry Month of Masturbation

mmom will be running again this year.

The Merry Month of May Masturbation.

The challenge is to post a masturbation fic for every day in May.

31 days. 31 stories. All involving masturbation in some way (doing it, talking about it, watching it, we're easy...)

Any fandom, any genre, any character, any pairing or moresome. As long as wanking is involved somewhere, we'll take it.

We ask that stories are at least 100 words long, although there's no upper limit.

If you don't feel like you can do all 31 days, then please feel free to post for as many days as you want to - even if that's just one day out of the month. It's great if you can do all 31 days, but we're not going to turn down any wank ;-)

Bring on the wank, people; you know you want to ::grin::

(Also, please feel free to pimp this - after all, the more wank, the better...)
Hot well written

Busy weekend

Saturday-Long bike out to the ocean, although mission was nearly aborted when we discover my front tire was flat. (NO! I did not sabotage it in advance to get out of the ride.) Hubby swabbed out my wheel for one from the mountain bike he never uses, and we were on our way.

It was a gorgeous day and the route involved something called "the wiggle" so there weren't too many hills. At the end, I got all macho and pushed myself to go up the hill to Louis' just to prove I could.

We had lunch and rode home, with a stop on Castro St. to pick up my pills at Walgreens.

ETA-How could I forget---the Mandolin Orchestra concert at Mission Dolores. It was an interesting program that combined Schubert, Celtic music, the Beatles and PROG ROCK!!! Yes, that's right, in case you thought ELP wasn't pretentious enough on it's own, you try Tarkus played by a MANDOLIN ORCHESTRA!!!.

Came home and watched TV & DVDs including finishing up Due South. I'd been thinking we had more coming because I knew there were 4 Seasons and the DVDs say Season 3, but I hadn't realize that the last two seaons were sort of compressed into one, so I only realized we were coming to the end as we started watching the last two-parter. I'd been wondering why the DVDs had RayV on them, so at least that mystery was solved as well. Having now seen all of it, I remain firmly in the RayV camp, but I can live with the ending, even though I don't see Benton/RayK as a "confirmed" slash ending. The look on Benton's face when he saw RayV in the hotel room told me everything about who Benton really loves.

Dr. Who-Vampires of Venice-I'm already on record with my love for this.

A bit of Jack-wank at fanficrants I stand by my point. Sometimes sex is really JUST sex. There's nothing wrong with fucking for the sake of fucking and not every hook-up has to be "redeemed" by saying Jack always cares about his partners. So maybe he's not always a slut, if that's the negative connotation you take from the word, but sometimes on a very basic level, he really is. And the whole thread has given me an idea for a wank!fic, which I may write for [community profile] mmom, even though it's not coming from an Icon Prompt.

Sunday-Karaoke-
chocolate_frapp, Yanni, Jim, Donatello, Sebastian, Daddy Dave, Bartender Jim, and LOWELLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!! I knew he was in town and we had plans for dinner afterwards. I had such a squeeeeee-ful good time. Me and Yanni did "Somethings Gotten Hold of My Heart" together and we totally kicked ass. I also did French Foreign Legion and One Night In Bangkok. Afterwards hubby came up (on the bicycle) and we all walked down the hill together planning to have dinner at Il Cantuccio...only to find it closed and looking gutted. Can't tell if it's closed for renovations or gone. If it's gone, this is very very very bad news because I need a walking distance go-to restaurant and neither Delfina or Farina is an acceptable option.

We ended up eating Indian food at Maharajah, which was fine, and the lovely Harpa left us plenty of time to leisurely chat, before bringing the bill.

Got some time off this week. YAY. Need to try and get my food/exercise shit together. Again.

Bay To Breakers is this weekend. I'm just not up for the big cluster-fuck this year, so I'll probably just go out on a long run on Saturday...or maybe even Friday to see how I'm gearing up for a 1/2 in June.
fatuous lunatic

I dedicated "Your Cheatin' Heart" to Tiger Woods at the Mint yesterday...

And other tidbits from the last few days. I've been busy and haven't really caught up on LJ...anything exciting going on?

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Movie Review-Up In The Air
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Fly-by TV BABBLE

Glee-Sectionals
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Bones-The Goop On the Girl
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Saturday night we watched Murder On The Orient Express, which I haven't seen in years and which holds up beautifully. So many great stars all looking so awesomely glamourous. There were some good extras as well, including interviews with Jacqueline Bisset and Michael York. Michael York has his character's coat, which I found incredibly charming. I did feel bad that when Sidney Lumet and the others were talking about the cast, no one mentioned Tony Perkins. POOR TONY. It was 14 years after Psycho and he was still basically playing Norman Bates.

Hubby liked the movie, but wasn't impressed with Albert Finney's Poirot. The extra's talked a lot about how much make-up it took to acheive that and I'd forgotten how different he looked in the movie from what he actually looked like at the time. I think for hubby it's just a matter of David Suchet being "his" Poirot.

Sunday night-Karaoke
Hung out with Peggy, Jacqui, Marsha, Yanni, Jim, Jim the bartender, Daddy Dave and Donatello. (I also worked on a massive beta project while hoping that Romeo's pathetic Dell battery would hold out.)

Sebastian was supposed to do my hair today, but called and told me his back was messed up and he was going to the hospital. Haven't heard from him since. That's not good.

For awhile there was this big crowd in the lounge that was dancing to everything, but it was still a fairly mellow vibe. Then they all left and it got very late-night loungy even though it was only 7PM.

Songlist-
You're Cheatin' Heart-Hank Williams
1985-Bowling for Soup
Sundown-Gordon Lightfood
Hello Mary Lou-Ricky Nelson
This Magic Moment-The Drifters
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As you can see, I was far too busy to play games with the Fandom Secrets crowd yesterday. They can call me the hater and deny the truth all they like, but maybe they should read that report by their friends, those deeply devoted fans who are furious that CoE depicted a "relationship" where sex is involved, although apparently not anything compelling enough to miss a hot meal over, but absolutely no indication that their beloved character is emotionally held in any regard an iota higher than that of the other surviving member of the team.

There might be a pithy name for something like that, complete with a catchy acronym, but I can't imagine what it would be. :)

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Random maintenance notes:

Starting week three off sugar and I hate it, because I feel hungry almost all the time.

Got the goddess nails done. Switched from something on the pinkish side of the spectrum to "Sunrise Sunset" sort of bright and orangey, but not too orange, if you know what I mean.

Went to the gym on Saturday---about 45 minutes treadmill and as much weights as I could stand after that. I wanted to hit the hot tub, but had to get back down the hill for nails.

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HOUSTON ELECTED A GAY MAYOR

I can't wait to see Rachel tonight!
shark

Me, not contributing to the dialogue.

There's a fairly serious discussion about fic warnings making its way across the vast world of Fandom right now.

You can read a lot of it, including links to pertinent stories and essays HERE.


The issue has taken a very sharp turn from being an abstract thing about individual taste and squicks to a fairly heavy discussion of "triggers" for sexual abuse survivors and others who've suffered trauma and what responsibility for those triggers individual authors have in terms of making their warnings explicit.

The dialogue has sparked individuals on my F-list and elsewhere to share their thoughts on the matter and in some cases just ask more question. I know it's spreading throughout the internet and manifesting itself differently in various fandoms. (There was a discussion in a Who-comm about one specific Rose/Nine fic and what did or did not constitute rape, which I don't think had much to do with the warnings and triggers issue, but which clearly was -ahem- triggered by the posts.) If you see (or write) a post on the matter, feel free to link me, cause I'd like to follow the story as it develops.

I have opinions. For the time being, I'm going to keep them to myself as far as the big, wide fannish world is concerned. I know this sounds unlike me, because I'm pretty outspoken on some issues that are tangential to this discussion. (OWEN IS NOT A RAPIST!)

This is just not a pile that I feel inclined to jump into right now, although I reserve the right to do so at a later time.

I will take the opportunity to re-pimp the omni_fiction community, which does not require specific warnings for any individual squick, kink, activity etc, although it doesn't ban them either. The system is pretty basic: Green/Yellow/Red. If someone clicks a red story, I think they can readily expect it to contain something that somebody might consider disturbing, and make choices accordingly. So if you have written an adult story in ANY FANDOM, and feel it might not be appropriate for your usual fic-coms, but also would prefer not to spell out every detail, please consider joining and posting.
cat-mike

Life is good!

Goddess nails, pedicure and time in the massage chair.

Idiots at who_secrets are reduced to claiming "Jack doesn't want Gwen" as a catch-all refutement to arguments against J/I being anything more than what we all know it is.

Also, if you're going to post this this: http://i42.tinypic.com/21d0aie.jpg, you might just want to come out from behind your cowardly anon status and explain yourself.

Also...a troll? You think I'm a troll? You may hate me for standing up against the kool-aid drinkers and RTD's Mary Sue obsessions, but since I'm consistent, and I truly believe it, and I have the balls to put my username on it...pretty much not a troll.

Heroes-OMGOMGOMG The Hot!!!!
I'll babble later, but for now.....Adrian Pasdar, with an open collar, no tie, and stubble. FUCK, THAT MAN IS HOT!!!!

OK, off to the Mint.
fatuous lunatic

Another day, another wank

Although, the "humor" of the anti-John secret still escapes me. If that was a parody of the GDL wank, it failed pretty dismally.

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We saw Watchmen today.
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OK, how's this for weird coincidence-ville:

Hubby, as you may know, is on a knitting and crocheting kick, which as which all hubby kicks, means a lot of books. In this case while we were at Borders today he bought Yarn Harlot: The Secret Life of a Knitter by Stephanie Pearl McPhee. Then we were watching some stuff on Tivo and after it was over the TV went over to BBC American and we ended up in the middle of a Graham Norton show where he was talking to Greg Kinnear about "being kinneared" by a woman taking his picture on an airplane and I swear to god, it was the same woman. They mentioned her knitting blog and everything.

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OMG-Doggie on Top Gear!!! So cute!!!