LittleMissDelia

GUYS ARE HOTTER WHEN SCARED SHITLESS & BLOODIED:
MY BLOODY VALENTINE REVIEW

I got sent home early from work today as we ran outta jobs to do, so I decided to go to the movies all by my lonesome- which was good, coz I kinda didnt feel like company. Or talking. Or existing.

Anyhoo, the timing was perfect to watch My Bloody Valentine in 3D. I always liked the idea of watching 3D horror movies. Anyhoo... these were the thoughts that went through my head while watching:

1) OH.MY.GAWD!!! I SO want to wear what the killer was wearing!!! The story revolved around a mining town, and the killer was supposedly this dead miner bla bla unimportant plot.. so the killer was wearing these cover-alls and a full-face oxygen mask (see my pix for an illustration). HOLY FUCKEN CRAP that was HOT! I am SO going to get myself a full-face oxygen mask before too long. Army Surplus store, here I come! :P Which leads me to point #2...

2)  OH.MY.GAWD!!! I SO wanna be a big huge man! Everytime the killer was around, I was 25% cheering for the victim, but 75% cheering for the killer, coz he was fucken huge (or made to look huge)  and ominous looking. Seriously, when I see big guys, I dont wanna be with them.. I wanna BE them! Plus the killer's weapon of choice was a kickass fucken pickaxe.. which leads me to point #3...

3) OH.MY.GAWD!!! I SO want a kickass fucken pickaxe!! Gonna be pink, of course. To match my pink sledgehammer. Which I MUST take pix of to parade to you lot, eventhough y'all are like, "Oh goody. Yawn".

4) OH. MY. GAWD!!! Guys get a lot hotter when scared shitless and drenched in blood!
There's one scene in the beginning when the main character got cornered by the killer, so he was all petrified. Then the killer got shot from behind, so what the audience sees is this bigass SPLAT of blood on the main character's face. So there he was all scared, stunned and speckled with droplets of blood, and I was like, "Damn! that's hot".

5) I SO wouldnt mind working in an underground mine. I like small, stuffy, poorly-lit environments. :)

VERDICT: MBV is one hell of a sexy movie, despite the plot being kinda *meh* towards the end.

MUZZLE? FOR A DOG?? How novel...

I was reading a flyer I received in my mailbox for a sale that was happening in a local petstore, and i came across a picture of a dog in a muzzle. For some reason, my brain was like, "Whaaat? They make muzzles for dogs now??"

I forgot that muzzles were MEANT for dogs, and not humans.

Signs that I've been spending too much time in here. :P

BURNS

Went to the 24 hour surgery clinic today with mom, as she has bad burns from accidentally scalding herself with boiling coffee last Wednesday (25/3/09). The injuries are mostly on her belly and thigh. For some reason, some parts have been infected and secreted pus, but it's all under control now, and healing well.

Still, as i was watching her dressing get changed, a few thoughts drifted through my mind. And since i am affiliated with this blogspace, I will share my thoughts here, and not fucken facebook, because facebook is gay. And my comparing facebook or bebo (or whatever kids today use for prying into the lives of others) to homosexuals are probably pretty insulting to homos than the other way 'round. I use the term 'gay' quite liberally, btw. It means both good and bad, in addition to ACTUAL homosexuality.
I digress. ..

Anyhoo, my my thoughts were:

1) The nurse who changed her dressing was so gentle! It takes so much time, energy and resources to heal someone/something, and only a milisecond to destroy it. One part of me is like, "Yeah baby! That's power for ya!"... but like they say "power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely".. that humbles me. Domness aside, one has to sit back and look at the larger picture.

2) It takes a special sorta person to heal someone. I don't think.. nay, I KNOW I do not have the inner strength, compassion, and tenderness to heal someone. I am very awkward and clumsy, and my hands are rough- not just the skin is rough, but also i grab things like a wee monkey (much to my partner's dismay, if ya know what i mean..) Yank! Grab! It's mine! Horde horde...

I am super-feminine is some aspects, but in others, i'm a borderline neanderthal. I am a curious wee burrito- a riddle wrapped in an enigma, with lotsa salsa on it. Hold the mayo. :P ........unless ur into condiment-aided foreplay, to which i say more power to ya (ya fucken freakhow! Hehe.. i mean that in a nice way, of course).

3) Burns suck. Although I think scars are hot (i met this one guy from cyberspace, and he has fucken burn scars from his elbow upwards.. dunno how far the scars extend to, but damn! Fucken fine-as bro! *drool*

Of course i didnt tell him that..was too busy giggling like a pre-pubescent asian schoolgirl- an involuntary reaction when meeting strangers.. i digress again).. but please people, take care of yourselves.

To the doms/sadists, take care of your underlings... not much fun can be had with a dead sub/slave. Of course, one can argue the merits of necrophilia, which is fair enough... but that corpse will only be fun for a wee while before it gets all gross and mushy with decomposition. Then where will ya be? Up shit creek without a paddle.. with a maggot-infested corpse in tow!

Controlled infliction is sweet, but ya just hafta make sure it doesnt get outta hand. Of course i dont hafta tell you all this, so this is purely for my satisfaction of typing it out loud.

Okie dokie. That's my two cents (well, judging by this epic, it's more like two fucken dollars, not two cents!) on shit thats been going on.

I dont have my early-morning job tomorrow (the one that's from 3-7am), so I have the luxury of sleeping in til 5am! Halelujah... i forgot what it's like to have some free time. But I'm still doing my day-job, which i love. Warehousing has gotta be my hobby, coz the job I'm doing now is my #2 favorite job of all time. :D

Much love,
Delia

PS: I am SO gagging to use the pseudonym Delia Tidium! I think it's a hoot... if i ever get into the porn industry, that will SO be my stage name!

PPS: To fellow kinksters who don't know what I'm on about, "deleatidium" is a freshwater invertebrate- specifically the aquatic phase of a mayfly. Yes, I am a geek. Get over it! :-P

DRESS UP FETISH


Aww bless.. I just found out that my man has a dress-up fetish. Sure, dear. Whatever you like. :P Maid outfits? Schoolgirl outfits? Lord have mercy *rolls eyes*

Personally, I never really got into the dress-up thing on my partner. Normal clothes ARE the hot clothes. Which is why going to the malls and shit are appealing, coz like EVERY men's store displays fetish outfits to me.

Also PERSONAL OPINION ONLY: PVC/latex is also an incentive to NOT gain weight, and be physically fit. Those materials can be highly unflattering. Every bulge is emphasized!*shudder* Good thing I'm hyperactive- having borderline-ADHD can be a blessing sometimes.

Realizations are awesome. I love 'em.
I believe in God (hey, deviants can have faith too y'know!) and I think if ur quiet and patient enough, He will give you answers. Anyhoo, before I start sounding like a preacher, here's my story:

My man and I are apart since October. He is in Adelaide and I am in Christchurch for work. We chat daily. One of the stuff we do is write (sexual) scenarios to each other. Last night, however, he was like:

"Heya Dee. Here's a scenario for you"

and he began writing this really awesome stuff. It is S&M-related, coz I confessed my interest in BDSM via chat. Eventhough I have been with him for fucken 5 years, I never told him that. I am insanely shy when it comes to my sexuality. I digress. Anyway..

In the beginning, I sorta came up with a few scenarios just fine, but last night, my mind was a complete blank. My man was like, "Come on.. you can do it. I've done half for you, you just continue the second half,"

I'm still blank.

"Dee?"

Still fucken blank.

I was staring at the screen, fingers poised atop keyboard, mouth agape like a dead salmon, totally and utterly blank. Then I felt like a total douchebag.
And I KEPT feeling that way for hours and hours. And i didnt know why.

So I went to work. One of my jobs (yes, Im a workaholic!) is packing shelves at fucken 4am. So there I was, midlessly packing away, when suddenly...
LIGHTBULB!

I realized why I was feeling so crappy. It was the sex. I realize that the BDSM lifestyle doesnt solely revolve around sex, but to a lot of people, it does. I think a lot of people use BDSM websites as an avenue for getting sex. Like a dating website with leather and restraints.

Think of it like a delicious big pink fluffy cotton candy- when you squish it hard between your hands it, it's just a glob of sugar the size of a marble. Likewise, BDSM can be this alluring, sexy, mysterious, interesting thing.. but when you squish it down, it's just sex. Glorified elaborate sex. I'm not saying I agree, but think about it. You may agree. You may disagree. It's just another perspective is all.

So, the point to this anecdote is: THAT is why I cant write many erotic stories. I am not sexy/erotic person by nature. I think what lures me to BDSM is the dress up, the roleplay, having fun, the many interesting people you tend to meet, ... and very very microscopic bit is the sex aspect.

Do I like seeing hot guys in bondage? YES
Do I like seeing hot guys in pain? YES
Do I like seeing hot guys being manhandled (or womanhandled, if we wanna be politically correct)? YES

Its all awesome, but strangely not in an erotic way to me.

I think there's definitely a lack of communication between my brain and body. My body's normal- its just that my brain's fucked. I refuse to be back on my meds. I am pretty sure they were placebos anyway.

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Another aspect of this lightbulb is how my man has stayed by my side for yonks. Takes massive balls to endure a crazy bitch like me. Even I sometimes don't want to be with me. Sometimes I wish he would leave me, so I can be miserable all by myself, and not drag him down with me. Find some nice girl and be normal. Why waste time with a nutjob like me. Seriously, I am SO not worth it. But meh.. maybe Im over-analyzing. Whatever.

I dont know how to end this entry in a conclusive way, so ... I'm just gonna end it like this.

-END-

IN A HOLE

I dont want to be conscious.

I love work.
I love all my jobs.
When I work, I work to the point of exhaustion. That means when I get home, I can go straight to sleep. Sleep is kind. I don't dream. All there is is black. The downside to sleeping is waking up again.

Im so frightfully unhappy that I cant even think about breaking hot dominant guys anymore. Well, I get about 20 seconds before it dissappears into nothing. :-( No more barbed wire, no more electricuting him on metal-framed beds, no more locking him in a transparent coffin and slowly filling it with water.. nothing.

I dont want to be conscious.
I do not want to face myself.  

Whatever. I dont care. I'll just keep working and shut my mouth.