poeticdesires

Category: Pop Culture

  • 1.22.17 Fangirling

    [SPOILERS TO FOLLOW]

    (You have been warned.)

    Today I randomly binged watched the first seven episodes of Sense8.

    Holy shit!

    First off, I have to thank my friends for warning me about the first few episodes. Nomi’s story line is dark and jarring and, for some, downright triggering. But, and this is a huge but, how she comes through it, and how she fares afterwards, are worth the heartache.

    I love most of the female characters on the show, but I especially adore Sun and Priya. There is this well written and performed scene where Sun is going through emotional turmoil but Lito, an actor, is sensing her emotions. Sun is stone faced for much of the show, but to see the depth of emotion she holds at bay through the eyes of a flamboyant gay man is at once hilarious and touching.

    In my humble opinion, Priya is obviously a virgin. Like, obviously. And it’s not in the feel-bad-for-her way or the religious-stranglehold way. It’s the I-just-want-to-wait-cause-I want-to way. Though there is this great line assuring her Auntie she knows about “what happens to a girl on her wedding night.” “Auntie, there is the internet.” “Yes, I knew it was good for something.”

    Side Note: The chemistry between Priya and Wolfgang is incredibly hot, yet they still haven’t kissed. I’m hoping by the conclusion of season one there will be Wolfgang-Priya action. Also, she wasn’t a part of the orgy, which lends itself to my virgin assumption.

    Speaking of Wolfgang, that dude is pimp. Not pimp in the sense of he peddles women for money. Pimp, as in how confident and chill he can be. During the orgy, how he just hangs out in the hot tub having mental group sex while other people freak out from having the best sex of their lives. And that ass. Thank you Netflix for featuring the naked German man multiple times, especially that early on fucking scene that displays his butt so perfectly.

    I was supposed to go to bed hours ago, but I couldn’t stop watching. I’m sure I’ll end up finishing the rest of the season by week’s end.

    Netflix, you’ve done did it again.

  • Poetic’s Spring Break

    I’m taking a vacation.

    I’d planned for this year to be amazing: lots of events, traveling all over. Though Winter Fire was my first event this year, it feels like my real adventure is just about to start.

    At 6am on Sunday, I’ll be flying on my first plane in eleven years.

    First I’m visiting PrincessA in Minnesota. Though she has work, because who besides me wouldn’t be working Sunday through Wednesday, I’m bringing many things to entertain myself when we cannot hang out.

    It’s my plan to finish Sticky and start some edits. I also want to write some rough ideas for another short story I’m submitting to an anthology. PrincessA wants to act out a one act play for her roommates, so there will be lines to memorize. And there is always crocheting. A friend at work has asked for a blanket and accepted my $50 price tag. I will have lots of fun things to do.

    I suspect my time with PrincessA and her roomies will be relaxing and refreshing, just what I need to rejuvenate me for the rest of my trip.

    Thursday I hop on a plane and head out to San Francisco to attend IMsL, International Ms. Leather. I am greatly looking forward to attending the convention, being a joyous spectator to the competition, as well as learning a few things from the International Ms. Boot Black contestants.

    In addition to the event, I will also be touring the San Francisco Armoury, home of Kink.com, as well as visiting Wicked Grounds and Mr. S Leather. Many people have suggested places for me to see, restaurants to eat at, and other tourist attractions I just have to experience. I’m saving those for August, when I hope I will again visit San Francisco to attend Midori’s Rope Dojo (fingers crossed).

    Monday is a travel day, bringing me back to my fair east coast. Tuesday I will performing my civic duty, once again election judging. Wednesday is a free day, though I suspect I will sneak in some time with my friends, as well as prep for the last leg of my trip.

    Thursday Big Sis and I pack into her car and drive down to Atlanta for Frolicon. I will be spending the weekend immersed in geeky kinky fun. I will, of course, sport my Hogwarts uniform at least once. There will be Invader Zim fashions. And, possibly, some Hello Kitty action as well.

    Monday is another travel day, bringing me back home. Tuesday is a recovery day. Wednesday may vary well have me back at work.

    While away, I will be TwitPic-ing, FourSquare-ing, bringing my dictaphone, and blogging, if I can muster it, chronicling my super fun times.

    I don’t know if this is fool-hearty or awesome or both. I do know this is happening.

    My first time in Minnesota. My first time on the left coast. My first time in Atlanta.

    My first IMsL. My first Frolicon.

    An amazing kinky adventure.

  • She Is Lost

    I wanna dance with somebody
    I wanna feel the heat with somebody
    Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody
    With somebody who loves me

    I often feel weird when a celebrity dies. Because of the nature of our society, it feels like you almost know the person, even though you really don’t. The parts of their lives we see are filtered through the news media, through reality shows, through publicists.

    Some deaths pass over my head because I don’t know the person or their story was just not a part of my life. And then there are those whose presence was weaved into my existence to such an extent that I stop and pause when I hear about the news.

    Last night, as I drove to a restaurant to have dinner with a friend, I found myself singing classic Whitney Houston songs rather loudly in my car. My R&B stations had gone to all Whitney in dedication to her life. I’d learned of the news just before I left, having already stopped for a moment to let the knowledge sink in.

    As I drove, and I sang, I realized how much her music had touched my life. Memories of sitting in the car with my Mom driving here or there. Memories of family members, of summer get togethers, cookouts, barbecues, and the like. Being little and dancing around on my Mom’s King sized bed in just my long night shirt singing to her music on the radio.

    A year or two ago, I bought my Mom a greatest hits album of Whitney’s for her birthday or Christmas; I can’t remember which. My Mom has it in her car still, and not just in its case. It’s in the CD rotator, one of five she listens to on a regular basis.

    Before Bobby Brown. Before the reality show. Before the drugs. Before the mediocre movie roles. She was this vibrant woman with a voice that shook me. Her voice was a part of my childhood.

    So, once again, we’ve lost another celebrity. Possibly to drugs. Possibly because her body was weaken by the toxins. Possibly it was an aneurysm or a stroke or a heart attack or a slip-and-fall or any number of things that can befall anyone at any time. We don’t know yet.

    However she passed, last night we lost another song bird, another voice of our community. She is lost.

  • VD, or My Distorted Views On Feb. 14th

    I am a late bloomer. I didn’t loose my virginity, or have my first relationship, til I was 22. So, for the majority of my life, February 14th was not a welcome day.

    In grade school, I received cards from all my classmates, but was then picked on when I created a card for a boy I liked. Everyone else made theirs for a parent. His name was Noel. I don’t remember anything about him, except for that incident.

    In middle school, it was all about being chosen to receive a card. In my class of twenty, I got about five.

    Because I went to an all girls Catholic high school, somehow it was less painful. I don’t even remember cards, but there was candy and heart decorations.

    I can’t remember VD at all in college. Then again, with classes, two jobs, and shows, most of my days were a blur.

    Now, as an adult, my experiences haven’t improved. Stores push you to buy things. Television shoves the love narrative on you. And, if you’re single, the general thought is you’re to be pitied or there must be something wrong with you.

    Frankly, I call bullshit on the entire notion of VD.

    Even when I was in a relationship, I never liked VD. My Ex didn’t believe in gift giving, nor did he ever say he loved me. (I know, what a dick.) I thought things would be different because I finally had someone. And they were: I felt worse. What was the point in celebrating our love when he couldn’t even say the words?

    Now that I’m single again, I had planned to hang out with friends. But life is a son-of-a-bitch and my plans were cancelled. So I’m stuck alone on a Monday with nothing to do, except resent the world for about 24hrs.

    Happy VD; hope you don’t choke on your candy.

  • Advantages of a Ghetto Movie Theatre

    I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before, but I am deathly afraid of scary movies. Like ridiculously so. Like I couldn’t sleep in my dorm room for five days after seeing The Ring, kept noticing the figure of a young girl in a white gown out of the corner of my eye, ran out of said room the first night, scared-the-shit-out-of-me frightened when it comes to scary movies.

    So when I tell you I enjoyed watching Paranormal Activity, you should know something was up.

    First, it is true when they tell you your experience of a movie completely depends on where you see it. If I had seen this flick in a theatre with just my SO and myself, I probably won’t have been able to sleep Monday night. But we were not alone, by any stretch of the term. In fact, for a Monday night, you could say the theatre was downright crowded.

    Second, for a person like me, how I dress is important. I went into the theatre, expecting to see Capitalism: A Love Story, but the internet lied to me. Capitalism was not showing and my only other options were Surrogates (no way in hell) & Meatballs (might be cute, but no). Considering I wanted to watch a movie that night, I bit the bullet and joined my SO for his show. But, I had a secret advantage: my home made scarf.

    I love my scarf. It’s warm, and long, giving me multiple different ways of wearing it. For Paranormal Activity, I used it to cover my eyes during certain points that I knew had the possibility of burning into my brain. Lets just say I saw the bottom half of the screen for the final five minutes and I am all the better for it.

    Third, and most important of all, there were some ghetto ass people in this movie theatre. I had not been to this particular establishment in some time. Therefore I had no clue how much the clientele had changed. Phones going off multiple times, yelling at the screen, giggling and making fun of the movie abounded.

    And you know what: they made me laugh. I was literally laughing so hard at the end of the show, my cheeks hurt. Me, the person who couldn’t finish watching Seven (though, to be fair, I saw it when I was 12 years old; very bad idea). I was laughing and happy I had seen Paranormal Activity.

    Granted I didn’t have the experience a true “reviewer” should have. I was most defiantly influenced by the atmosphere in which I saw this show. But, as such, I must now recommend it. It is a slow build movie, much like the old school black and white films. And there are moments you just do not see coming. Well worth a matinee fee, or, if you’re in a good mood, full price. And if you’re a scaredy cat like me, go see it with friends who won’t be afraid to call a spade a spade, or make fun of the characters and you for being so scared.

  • Browncoat Jealousy

    A Serenity cake.

    The Firefly geek in me loves this. It was a 40th Birthday cake created by the amazing team at Charm City Cakes. Read the person’s story and see more pictures at the links here & here.

    Thx to @popcandy & the Ace of Cakes website for the links.

  • She Goes Both Ways

    A horror movie I actually want to go see: Jennifer’s Body, out September 2009.

  • Ironic & Sad

    Break a Leg & Death by Chocolate

    thx to @popcandy for the links

  • Sweet Sweet Revenge

    Grumpy conservatives, increasingly impatient homosexuals, Iranian leaders, and any other entity that wants sweet sweet revenge on the Obama White House: Warm Up Your Arm.

  • I’d Vote For This

    Barney Frank Introduces Marijuana Bill

    He wants to remove criminal penalties for possession less than 100 grams and only a $100 fine for public use of the substance.

    To me, being a clear minded liberal who sees that almost half of drug related arrests and imprisonments are due to pot, I see this as fair, reasonable, and downright necessary in easing the burden of our justice system. But that’s me.

    Lets see which tobacco farming, alcohol distilling state will dust off it’s copy of “Reefer Mania.”

    Thanks to @ComedyCentral & @theindecider for the link.