I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself - Two Versions

Two ways to listen and look at the song. Thanks to the White Stripes (and Kate Moss) and Dusty Springfield (the original).

Lesbian Art and Google

I was watching The L Word tonight. I don't know how most lesbians feel about the show. The few who have commented on it thought little of it. Many of the characters have interesting artwork in their beautiful LA places.

During the show, I typed "Lesbian Art" into Google Images. Of course I found porn. I also found images that I find beautiful, erotic, symbolic, but may be porn or denigrating for all I know.

Here are the images. Most of the images/art were not cited to sources.

This photo is a famous one that has had so much commercial success. It has been on many guy's (and maybe girl's) dorm walls in college. Seems kind of trite and popular now.

Red and black are my favorite colors. This photo shows emotion that trancends the nudity. It has love and affection. Because they are nude, it obviously shows the gender/sexual message as well.


Very eroticly charged. I love how the artist used a negative image for this. A negative (for those who only know digital photographs) is what we old time photographers would use to make prints (positives) from. What is this saying about lesbian love? Am I reading too much into it? I experimented in Photoshop and converted it to a positive image. The artist was right to leave it in this format. Much more powerful and oh so beautiful.
This is the art of Kim Larson. Her drawings are incredible. Being a monochromatic photographer (black and white), I love the simplicity of her art. I recommend you read her blog.

In the near future, I am going to post some of my "lesbian art." I do have one question, can a guy create "lesbian art"?

88 Lines About 44 Women

I first heard the song 88 Lines About 44 Women by The Nails and missed half of the "odes" to the ladies. I downloaded it and found it an amazing summary of relationships in such a simple way. As you know, I love simplicity.

Here are the lyrics.
88 Lines About 44 Women

Deborah was a Catholic girl
she held out till the bitter end
Carla was a different type
she's the one who put it in
Mary was a black girl
I was afraid of a girl like that
Suzen painted pictures
sitting down like a Buddha sat

Reno was a nameless girl
a geographic memory
Cathy was a Jesus freak
she liked that kind of misery
Vicki had a special way
of turning sex into a song
Kamala, who couldn't sing,
kept the beat and kept it strong

Zilla was an archetype
the voodoo queen, the queen of wrath
Joan thought men were second best
to masturbating in a bath
Sherry was a feminist
she really had that gift of gab
Kathleen's point of view was this
take whatever you can grab

Seattle was another girl
who left her mark upon the map
Karen liked to tie me up
and left me hanging by a strap
Jeannie had a nightclub walk
that made grown men feel underage
Mariella, who had a son,
said I must go, but finally stayed

Gloria, the last taboo
was shattered by her tongue one night
Mimi brought the taboo back
and held it up before the light
Marilyn, who knew no shame,
was never ever satisfied
Julie came and went so fast
she didn't even say goodbye

Rhonda had a house in Venice
lived on brown rice and cocaine
Patty had a house in Houston
shot cough syrup in her veins
Linda thought her life was empty
filled it up with alcohol
Katherine was much too pretty
she didn't do that shit at all

Pauline thought that love was simple
turn it on and turn it off
Jean-Marie was complicated
like some French filmmaker's plot
Gina was the perfect lady
always had her stockings straight
Jackie was a rich punk rocker
silver spoon and a paper plate

Sarah was a modern dancer
lean pristine transparency
Janet wrote bad poetry
in a crazy kind of urgency
Tanya Turkish liked to fuck
while wearing leather biker boots
Brenda's strange obsession
was for certain vegetables and fruit

Rowena was an artist's daughter
the deeper image shook her up
Dee Dee's mother left her father
took his money and his truck
Debbie Rae had no such problems
perfect Norman Rockwell home
Nina, 16, had a baby
left her parents, lived alone
Bobbi joined a New Wave band
changed her name to Bobbi Sox
Eloise, who played guitar,
sang songs about whales and cops
Terri didn't give a shit
was just a nihilist
Ronnie was much more my style
cause she wrote songs just like this
Jezebel went forty days
drinking nothing but Perrier
Dinah drove her Chevrolet
into the San Francisco Bay
Judy came from Ohio
she's a Scientologist
Amaranta, here's a kiss
I chose you to end this list.

Men at Forty

I am looking at forty in a few months. I am not too scared of it... yet. Here is a great poem I first read in John Irving's novel The Hotel New Hampshire. It is called Men at Forty by Donald Justice.

Men at forty
Learn to close softly
The doors to rooms they will not be
Coming back to.

At rest on a stair landing,
They feel it
Moving beneath them now like the deck of a ship,
Though the swell is gentle.

And deep in mirrors
They rediscover
The face of the boy as he practices tying
His father's tie there in secret

And the face of that father,
Still warm with the mystery of lather.
They are more fathers than sons themselves now.
Something is filling them, something

That is like the twilight sound
Of the crickets, immense,
Filling the woods at the foot of the slope
Behind their mortgaged houses.

The most powerful part of this poem for me is the first part. It says so much about straddling the line of life.

Men at forty
Learn to close softly
The doors to rooms they will not be
Coming back to.

What doors will I not be coming back to? Am I closing them softly as not to draw attention to the closure that it signifies? Kind of fucking depressing, isn't it?

I take inspiration from Irving's character Frank in his novel. His younger brother sent him a copy of this poem on Frank's fortieth birthday. Frank did not read past the first four lines.

Frank fired me back a note saying he stopped reading the damn poem right there. "Close your own doors!" Frank snapped. "You'll be forty soon enough. As for me, I bang the damn doors and come back to them all the fucking time."

A couple of Haikus (without the nature reference)

My thoughts-clear at times
dirty, muddy, other times
Revel in the last

The gorgeous woman
Who knows her true desires?
A lost opening

SB

The most beautiful actress... Monica Bellucci

I first saw her in the second Matrix movie, then The Passion, then a bunch of others. I must say I felt bad about having the hots for Mary Magdaline in The Passion. Her beauty is timeless, sultry, seductive, and exemplifies sex. Who do you find sexy in the movies?

The first photo is from the Matrix.

One of my favorite foot-fetish photos (say that fast three times)

I don't have a foot fetish, but I love beautiful photos of the subject. This one is so sensual. The eye contact makes it perfect.