Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Reader's Diary (Week 21)

Without knowing exactly the state of my financial affairs, i felt that ruin was ahead of me. i had paid out considerable sums of money, debts were accumulating and, far from decreasing, Juliette’s whims became even more numerous and more expensive; money flowed like water from Her hands, like a fountain, in one continuous stream. She evidently thinks me richer than i am, i thought to myself, in an effort to deceive myself. i ought to warn Her, perhaps show myself a little more reserved in yielding to Her desires. The truth was that i deliberately dismissed from my mind every notion of this kind, that i dreaded the probable consequences of such a challenge even more than the greatest possible misfortune in the world.

In my rare moments of clear-mindedness, of frankness with myself, i understood that beneath Her air of sweetness, beneath Her naïveté of a spoiled child, beneath the robust and vibrant passions of Her flesh, Juliette concealed a powerful desire to be always beautiful, adored, paid court to, concealed a fierce selfishness which would not flinch before any cruelty, before any moral crime! i realised that She loved me less than the last piece of cloth, that She would have sacrificed me for a cloak or a cravat or a pair of gloves. Once drawn into such a life She could not stop. And then what? Cold shivers passed up and down my frame from head to heels. That She should leave me, no, no, that i did not want!

(Mirbeau, 1886)

Saturday, April 21, 2018

In memory of Nina Simone (2/21/1933 – 4/21/2003)

I put a spell on you
because you're mine
you're mine
you better stop the things you do
I ain't lyin'
and I don't care
you hear me
I put a spell on you
because you're mine

Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Advertising done properly... at last

Advertising in 1950s has been created by men for men and results were often sexist and repulsive. Eli Rezkallah recreated some of the most striking examples recently - swapping the roles of the Female and male characters - and the result is simply great.

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Blade Runner 2049

SHE: Are you telling me - no?
he: i wasn't aware that was an option, Madam.
SHE: Attaboy.

Sunday, December 31, 2017

Reader's Diary (Week 52)

Not every Woman is suited to be a merciless slave driver...

She kicked him... he rolled away... She dug Her nails into his flesh. his forehead and cheeks began to bleed... Her nails remained imbedded in his face as if She wanted to leave Her mark on his features forever... he was whimpering like an animal... there are Women who love their dogs...

he was kneeling at Her feet, covering Her hands with his kisses... She struck him in the face... She turned him out. he begged to be allowed to come again.

'Would you die for Me?' She has asked... and he nodded happily... Power over life and death had been given to Her...

To punish him, She whipped him... She let him run naked naked in the snow, tied to Her sled...

At night She puts Her shoes outside the door and demands that he lick them; in the morning he brings Her shoes and begs to be allowed to put them on.

'Bring the whip,' She tells him. 'No, on all fours.' he finds the whip. 'No, in your mouth.' he obeys. 'Undress. No, on the floor.' She flogs him until the blood streams down his back...

Sex is low, but pain ennobles it...

(Habe, 1962)