Ahhh, Mr. Rollins

Boyfriend gives me a hard time about it, but I'm an admirer of Henry Rollins.

I know. Ancient. Saw him in DC not too terribly long ago. Put him in a suit and he looks like three quarters of the Double Dippers on the Beltway.

Even so...

He's nifty.

Someone else seems to admire him, too. I'm getting a notebook for my dissertation work that I'm gonna paste that graphic on the cover. *grins*

Brain offline

Ever had something happen to require a complete brain reboot?

I have recently.

No, it wasn't anything bad -- rather the opposite. It was pretty good.

But you know...

The world is what it is and not always the way we think we see it.

Just out of curisoity, when offered, does anyone really take the blue pill? At that moment of cusp when you know it is, you take the red pill. You can't help it. It's your monkey brain.

The trick is knowing when you're being offered it.

Ahhh, Weekends

I was such a very good girl this week, and I made my writing quota.

Boyfriend is out of town this weekend, again, darn his sexy hide.

Ah, well, he has promised me much dancing to make up for this lack when he returns. I begin to suspect that I am too easily consoled. I would ask for new lingerie, but I do not wish to reward him for depriving me of his company. Yet, I do not want to make Boyfriend's pennance aversive conditioning, either.

Such a fine line, these silly, charming men, and how to handle them.

Ah! He has promised dancing. I shall request that he learn to Tango. .

Heh... Truly, it's less of a pennance than a win-win. If you've ever seen a Tango done properly you know what I mean.

I Lost a Bet

I lost a bet and have to post this in my blog.

Doin' my part to keep the stray population down.

Boyfriend dies slow, painful death.

No blowjobs for Boyfriend.

Boyfriend forbidding lingerie drawer, too.

Doing my day

"Done is good."

That's advice from a friend of mine who just made tenure -- w00t!

That's a long hard road for me, I'm afraid.

Someone once asked me how in the world I could choose the field I did, and I always deadpan "the money".

Reality check, folx, we academics don't make a lot of money. You might hear about a tenured professor's salary, but you don't hear about the student loans that eat up most of that paycheck. And if you're in any of the humanities, the competition for work as a professor would congeal your blood, I kid you not.

So why do I do it?

I'm an idealist. I believe knowledge is important. No, I don't want to be a teacher. I just like the subject. Sure, yeah, I wish I had more money to pay for my toys. (Hey, lingerie ain't cheap, and my boyfriend likes those FMPs, even if I am short...).

But at the end of the day, I really just want to add to the world's body of knowledge. I think that the intersection of religion and spirituality, as well as the role that sex has played in it has been sadly underinvestigated.

Oh, think of the.... well the celibacy (or lack thereof!) of the priesthood, and the political ramifications in sixteenth century Europe. For that matter, what did it mean to the European population that the intelligensia were forbidden to breed? (The Church was the basic refuge for people who had the slightest academic bent or desire for learning. Think about what that did to the bell curve!)

I suppose you could make a case for something like it today. I'm starting to stare at 30 and I'm at least ten years from even considering having children. Most of my fellow students are in the same boat. Doesn't help that we don't live in a situation where kids are an economic asset like they were on a farm.

What does that have to do with sex and religion, you ask me? Heh. Pick up a damn newspaper and see the Religious Right's glorification of marriage and family.

And ask yourself if that is really who you want breeding!

Been Bad

I know, I've been bad, and haven't updated.

Been procrastinating worse than ever. I'm just wishing my boyfriend were in town.

'Course knowing Jeff, he just get all stern and threaten to spank me if I don't get to work.

Heh...

Big incentive to apply ass to chair and fingers to keyboard, so maybe it's just as well.

I'm going to have to say if I read one more damn New Age book about Tantra, I am going to vomit. It ain't that I don't think sex is "teh kewl", I do. But these new age jokers have all the reasearch skills of a monkey on acid, I swear! Half the stuff is pure fantasy, and the other half?

Gawd, they haven't the fainest idea of the various cultures and customs of the Indian Subcontinent. They get the word "namaste" and it goes to their fuzzy little heads.

And don't get me started on Persian poetry, either.

So called "sacred sexuality" really was often thinly-veiled sex slavery. I wish they'd just read some John Norman and get over it.

Ummm.... Gor.....

Okay, I gotta stop that.

Anyone dare to to try to slip a kinky modern reference past my committe?

Bueller....Bueller...Bueller...Bueller...

Getting through the night

Sweat, sweat, baby, sex is a Texas drought, and do you do the type of things that only Prince would sing about...

I know, one-track mind...

I had so much fun last night, I think I actually will meet my quota this morning on my thesis. If I do, I'm going to permit myself to sign on to Niteflirt. Teh sexah! Seriously. You can stop laughing at me now. I mean it, or I'm going to... I'll...

I'll give you a stern look and shake my finger at you!

Or maybe I'll bend you over my desk, you wretched naughty thing.

Bored, bored, bored

Ya know, the problem with meeting a writing quota is that when you do it, you've got nothing to occupy your mind for the rest of the evening.

Did I schedule a date?

I did not.

Is there anyone local suitable for a booty call?

There is not.

Again I weep.

That buzzing sound you hear is a vibrator. Now if only my ex roommate hadn't taken all the good pornos. Depressing, I tell you, depressing!

Alll Gods Are Bastards!

Let's just say that if complete and utter chaos was lightning, he'd be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armour and shouting 'All gods are bastards'.

-- Terry Pratchett, The Color of Magic

I'm arguing with my committee right now about the title of my thesis. I want to call it All Gods are Bastards: The war between religion and spirituality in America.

You see, when you study it, you'll notice that like bastard children, the Gods themselves (in the various myths) tend to move outside of Law and Society. The rules don't apply to them so much, and I see an increasing tendency on the part of those in the US with religion to fall either on the side of Religion (Law) or Spirituality (Outside Law).

'Course they're hung up on the word "bastard". I don't get it. Do a search on thesis titles and you get some of the most amazing stuff.

I weep.

Smutty Story

Well, I did write that smutty story, after all.

Nice femme domme piece from the POV of a male sub. It got me all hot and bothered writing it , which is, I suppose the point!

Comma

I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again.

-- Oscar Wilde

That was my writing day, yesterday.

Screw it, I'm spending today writing a smutty story, so nya, nya, nya.

Can't Academia be Sexy?

Dragged my behind up far, far too early on a weekend morning, and am blogging rather than working on my thesis. Shame on me. Bad Grad Student, no Ramen.

I really wish I could get away with writing something licentious. Not that I'd really want to get my committee all hot and bothered, but writing erotica is so much more fun! Anyone who has piled it higher and deep have any ideas on how to slip something sexy by without having to do a million re-writes?

Hello World

Hello, my name is Alexis Taliaferro and I am a student of comparative religion and culture.

Updates as they happen :)