A beautiful woman prompted me to write this. You know who you are, thank you.
It’s 3:46am and i can’t sleep. It seems poignant that this whole thing started in much the same way, I couldn’t sleep and just started writing. I just looked at the “blog”, read a couple of the pieces, listened to some tunes (there are some wicked ones there) and realized it was nearly a year since I had posted anything. A year. What a shitty blog.
Anyway, I’m here and the intermittent r key is no more, I have a nice shiny mac, so let’s write something. What shall we write about today? The simple answer is I don’t fucking know. I’m lacking inspiration. My friends and life provide plenty of inspiration but for the moment the focus isn’t there. Concentrating on a single thing seems difficult. Allow me a moment to find a suitable tune and I shall return.
Cellos and rock. Shit doesn’t get much better. Volume bitches, this requires (no, it demands) it. I don’t know why but stringed instruments turn me on. That’s probably why I fantasize about Vanessa Mae. It sure ain’t her skiing.
Maybe it’s Vanessa or my friends inspiration, but I have found a subject. Beautiful women. Why? Because it’s my fucking blog and I love beautiful women. I will not apologize for this, nor should I, we are all here as a result of beautiful women.
I shall quote John Keats (I probably did before, but I don’t give a shit, my blog), he said “A thing of beauty is a joy forever”. Yes John, you are correct.
I’ve posted a Pete Townsend number before but somehow I missed out these guys. Please forgive me, they have many awesome tunes, this is particularly good.
Sophia Loren was, and amazingly still is, a stunning woman. Younglings you have no idea who I’m talking about. Moog her now. Right now. Stop reading this shite and moog! Now hit images and look. Holy fucking shit she is a babe. Ladies, please don’t be upset, I mean it as term endearment.
When you’ve finished admiring/jacking have a look at Raquel Welch. You’re welcome. Sweet baby Jesus this woman looks better at 70+ than most of the tarts I’ve ever met. And I don’t want to brag but I have met some particularly good looking tarts!
Tia Carrere. If Wayne’s World and True Lies weren’t reason enough (they should be, both are fuckin awesome) just take a moment and look.
This is a cover of an Ed Sheeran song and he is wicked. But this kid rocks it big style. I love this shit.
This may all seem a little shallow and I suppose it is, but beauty isn’t skin deep. I love to look at beautiful things, be they cars, paintings, houses, watches or cufflinks. It isn’t just how they look but also how they feel. The heft of a fine timepiece or how a car door closes with a solid thunk, is very reassuring to me. They don’t just look beautiful, but feel it too. I always thought that losing my sight would be a terrible thing. I don’t always think these things, it’s just one of those strange thought I’ve had, we all have them. Being blind would be terrible but those without sight appreciate the beauty of a thing without looking at it. Most of us don’t.
Bear with me for a minute and try this. Find something you love (a thing, not something sentient) nearby and close your eyes. Enjoy the feel of it. Is it cool or warm, soft or hard, smooth or textured? Whoa, whoa, whoa, stop! This is getting a bit weird because I just realised how sexual all of this sounds. You were reading it in an innocent manner but when you re-read it now you’ll realize what I mean. Right?
Sorry, had to make a quick detour. Tune o’clock.
I was going to finish this off by talking about how beauty isn’t skin deep and some of the most beautiful people I know aren’t good looking. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not passing judgement, I ain’t George Clooney. What I mean is they are people whose company I love and who I care for. What they look like doesn’t matter to me.
But that is a load of sentimental romantic bollocks. Instead of thinking of the inner beauty and the company of ugly people lets do this. Find a partner, I don’t care if you’ve been with them for years or just found them on the net. Forget about how they look but enjoy the touch. Feel their skin, eyelashes, butt, boobs, fingernails, lips, hair. Even their bunions. Feels pretty fucking good, doesn’t it? Except the bunions. But the rest of it feels wicked.
Please note, when I said partner above it helps, and should be a prerequisite, that they are willing. Stop reading this crap and enjoy with your partner. Seriously, stop reading now, I’m going to bed.
Wherever you may be, stay safe and make it a large one.
