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Intimate Inanimate

Object sexuality or Objectophilia is a pronounced sexual desire towards particular inanimate objects. This is a rare form of fetishism and those with this expressed preference may feel strong feelings of arousal, attraction, love and commitment to certain items or structures of their fixation. Sexual or even close emotional relationships with humans are incomprehensible. The term was coined in the 1970s by a woman named Eija-Riitta Eklöf Berliner-Mauer from Liden, Sweden, who was 'married' to the Berlin Wall.[1] Object-sexual individuals also believe in animism, or the belief that objects have souls, intelligence, feelings, and are able to communicate.[2]
--Wikipedia

I'm still in awe...just blown away by the documentary...you too can be mindf**ed by checking it out for yourself here:

Strange Love: I Married the Eiffel Tower


Watch Married To The Eiffel Tower [Part 1]  |  View More Free Videos Online at Veoh.com

The rest:

Watch Married To The Eiffel Tower [Part 2]  |  View More Free Videos Online at Veoh.com

What does Greed smell like?

Well there you go...apparently jealousy over a Ralph Lauren ad featuring Laetitia Casta makes for a fake perfume ad starring Michelle Williams and Emily Portman.

Click here for Trailer


Maybe we don't know what greed smells like...but we know what repulsion is.:

Can we afford sex?

This will probably be my first and last attempt at a political, economic and socially aware (with a sarcastic tone/twist) post...just thought I'd say that. It's nothing grand or fun, but oh well. Thanks.

Can we afford sex?

"Yes we can..." or at least that was the phrase that paid/laid in something that seems like a time of long ago and hope.

Turns out these days--well, they're only going to get chillier.

Beyond the after glow, the sad morning after...from the warm smokey breath of our savior lips came, this the season or rather, the "winter of our hardship," :(

It doesn't help much that the only moaning and groaning is coming from pundits.

Faster, harder and more constant than the ever annoying twitter(er-ee?), these pundits and politicians keep us posted on the ever plunging economy.

Not the best follower of fashion, but the ever fan of boobies, I guess I always assumed that the only thing plunging in my vicinity would be necklines or self esteem (har).

After all, sex is the constant, it's vibrant, it's pulsating beneath, waiting, and well...sex always sells, right?

And sex makes the blues go away right?

If I remember my history books correctly, the market collapse of 1929 created a rise in cheap thrills, speakeasies and visiting brothels.

This was an era where people found comfort and distraction in short haircuts, loose dress and looser morals.

What's that joke about poor people?
They have loads of kids because they don't have a VCR...etc etc.

Seems that the best things in life consisted of the best things we do behind closed doors or elsewhere...

Sex is something that's always in fashion, always interesting and always an excellent advertisment/promise.

Case in point: boobs.
Boobs are entertainment, boobs get stuff done.

Don't believe me, ask Scarlett Johansson.



And yet with all of these facts and history that should in theory get our pants on the floorhe gloom is still there...

Perhaps Larry Flynt was right, "the sex industry is no longer recession-proof."

Mr. Flynt says that with all this economic misery and, "people losing all that money, sex is the farthest thing from their mind."

Hmm...

So if we're not in a sex shopping type mood, does that also mean we're not in the mood at all?

It's rude...but if you don't mind sharing: What's going on in your pockets?

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They say a rolling stone gathers no moss...but

What do they say about seaweed? Or my gut for the matter?

I suppose if blogs and tumblrs could grow such things, this one would be ripe with them...

Yeah, I haven't been blogging..I haven't done much of anything...aside from healing.

Stay tuned for more later...

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