maybe because i'm a latent pervert
well. i may be loud and crude sometimes, but i don't think i can be described as sexual because, unlike my ex editor whose every sentence drips heavily with sexual innuendos, i don't. well sometimes they come out in my writings but that's about all.
and then there's porn. somehow, i have never really latched onto the idea of jacking off to porn, and i have never even been mildly interested nor turned on by it. i guess it's the idea that somehow i know that those girls, whose moans sound like they are being replayed by a recorder or whose facial movements are confined to the wince/mouth agape/saucy lip-licking expressions are not actually enjoying themselves. and by that, i can't either.
but i do look at porn lah, it's an eye opener to actually see things being done that you will probably never have the balls to try. like double penetration, fisting and the never-ending list of sexual fetishes that border along the bizarre. no, i will never eat shit even if jude law asked me to. okay.. maybe i will. HAHA!
then i chanced upon this last night. and boy.
okay i admit, i have a thing for violence. there's something about these comic strips which makes it so beguiling. maybe it's the detailed illustration. maybe it's the way my mind resurrects these inanimate objects. or maybe i just like pink nipples.
okay, time for beer at the local pub. ciao !