Funny how some images follow you around. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve been sent his picture. It’s been sent to me at bitchy jones, of course, but a number of my real friends (who know varying amounts about my favourite types of recreation) have sent it me too.
Sometimes with commentary. (Does everyone make up commentary when they look at dirty pics?) A favourite being the woman who pointed out how nice it is to imagine the men standing around as scientists with thick European accents muttering about ‘wiring him back up to the machine‘, with other dissenting voices saying ‘no, no, he can’t take anymore. Look at him.’ Strangely I do actually prefer this to the more obvious gay-orgy-party-favour narrative, which I’m sure you don’t need me to explain further.
*By the way if you are thinking of sending interesting pictures (or any kind of interesting thing) to my bitchy jones email address – do it! For god’s sake: I am trying to post daily here**. I need all the help I can get. But also you could think of it as my version of a tip jar***
**I did say trying
***I don’t have a real (ie real-virtual) tip jar because I am a dominant woman and there is always a tendancy for things to get a bit asshatty the minute I expect people to give me money for existing. I don’t think it is only and always bad, but I do think that if you are a dominant woman who is not a batshit insane, manipulative, exploitative, ego maniacal bitch you are already swimming against a prevailing tide (and right by a sewage outlet). I just think it’s worth taking every precaution, becasue there’s no morning after pill for suddenly turning around and finding that you have started referring to yourself as Maitresse.
5 Comments
December 12, 2008 at 8:01 pm
Ooh nice. I agree, your friend’s explanation makes it significantly hotter. Not that I have anything against big gay orgy parties.
I try to send you stuff when I find it, but I will keep a look out for more. I seriously appreciate this site and the way you put things into words so clearly. Also my friends tease me about how often I quote you.
December 12, 2008 at 9:10 pm
Also my friends tease me about how often I quote you
I love that! I’m so fucking shallow
December 13, 2008 at 3:25 am
I imagine he is saying, “I would rather go naked than wear that D&G crap” or perhaps his friends are trying to rouse him from a particularly strenuous stag night.
I definitely think you should have a tip jar though Jones, when I used to work in the city the Shorditch strip pubs used to have the ritual of the stage performers walking around with a pint glass collecting change after their dance – apparently they developed quite a knack of knowing when the customer just put in a handful of copper coins!
Actually, I am interested in hearing your thoughts concerning medical fetishes. Having just returned from a brief stay at the hospital and suffered no end of indignities at the hands of the finest nurses that Whitechapel and the Ukraine can produce, I was surprised to find out I am not regarded as a perfect patient. My interest in Sadism was increased after being prodded around one time to many by some half-wit doctor, next time I will surely administer a thrashing to someone.
December 13, 2008 at 8:06 am
Guy on far right: “See, I told you he had an appendectomy scar.”
Guy second from right: “Oh, there, I see it.”
December 16, 2008 at 7:35 pm
I love this ad.. why don’t we have more of them all over the place?