Corruption, or, I have succeeded in my life's aim

[trixtah]

I wrote a wee paen to the joys of fisting on the lez_sex_tips  comm the other day (in response to a "WHO would do THAT?" kind of question - it's locked). Imagine my joy on checking later on and finding some wee darling has posted up this comment in response:

I think you just made my day.

You also made me actually consider fisting. o_o

w00t! Corrupting the (perhaps not-so) young, excellent!

I also happened to get out the movie Domino on DVD, which is pretty much a parson's egg. However, I enjoyed it overall because of the cinematography (really!), and mainly because I got to see Keira Knightley smoking, wearing sweet f-a, shouting "Fuck!" a lot, punching men, raunching it up and brandishing big weapons. Eee!

That combination made me think later that maybe I should have been one of those fin de siècle "poisonous flower" type lesbians after all. I like it when someone has a lovely proper facade, and I get to dig past it.

Most of my g/fs have seemed exceedingly respectable (except when I go to the opposite extreme, which happens occasionally). Vicars' daughters? Marvie. Mormons? Church of Christ? Catholics? Anglicans? Baptists, Methodists and Presbyterians? Yep, and nearly all the lovers I had who were religious were very much so at points of their lives. That kind of passion for religion doesn't seem too far from other sorts of passions. And yep, converting that passion-wrapped-up-in-properness over to the dark side really works for me.

So, there's my twist. Aiding and abetting the corruption of the seemingly-innocent. The really innocent?  Nah. Just the ones who are genuinely nicely depraved under that demure surface. They've all known it, too ("bringing out" isn't my particular bug), but they may not yet have acted on it. I personally prefer it when they have, and know just what they want.

Trite and clichéd, I know, but I never said I was the cool and trendy type. :-) But corrupting unsuspecting members of an advice community is just lovely.

Comments

[saluqi.livejournal.com]

I want to read that advice! Email?

As to the rest, I'm a variation on that theme. Very strict upbringing, but spent most of my teenage years not in a religious fervour, but instead slowing chipping a way out of the prison cell (squirrelling Anais Nin out of the library and whatnot). Still, even now with my *koff* kinky genderqueer resume, I maintain a lot of the presentation that well behaved women maintain, not for anyone's approval, but just because it works for me.

I think there's definitely a lot of variations on good girl gone (going) bad. One day if I'm feeling silly enough I'll catalogue the ones I can think of. I'll get you to edit :D

[shangchi.livejournal.com]

Well, I was very religious at one point in my life, but that doesn't mean I'm going to let anyone fist me now.

And with that thought, here's the lyrics of Tool's delightful song, Stinkfist:

Something has to change.
Undeniable dilemma.
Boredom's not a burden
Anyone should bear.

Constant
over
stimulation numbs me
But I wouldnt want you
Any other way.

It's just
not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I said, I dont want it.
I just need it.
To breathe, to feel, to know I'm alive.

Finger deep within the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Relax, turn around and take my hand.

I can
help you change
Tired moments into pleasure.
Say the word and we'll be
Well upon our way.

Blend and balance
Pain and comfort
Deep within you
Till you will not want me any other way.

But,
its not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I said, I dont want it.
I just need it.
To breathe, to feel, to know Im alive.

Knuckle deep inside the borderline.
This may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to.
Relax.
slip away.

There's something kinda sad about
The way that things have come to be.
Desensitized to everything.
What became of subtlety?

How can this mean anything to me
When I dont feel anything at all?
Yea...

I'll
keep
digging
till I
feel
something.

Elbow deep inside the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Shoulder deep within the borderline.
Relax. turn around and take my hand.