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Dustin Ashe wrote:
Yeah. I'd hazard a guess I've posted more articles by Comrade Hedges than all of the rest of you put together, including his earlier one on pornography in the 50 Shades thread.
He's an interesting liberal.
La Principessa artfully combines the sexual mores of the very early '70s with those of the late 1870s. She has no truck with those polyamorous theories of Mde. Kollontai; she was more impressed with the parts in Engels about socialism bringing about stronger, truer, whatever, monogamy. She makes a big deal about how she's all mine and she's made it quite clear what would happen if I were to ever let my eponymous attentions stray.
Whatever. I'm just happy to be here.
There does seem to be a shortage of snarky, minor Spanish nobility just back from campaigning...
My last attempt at a report from the trenches was cruelly lost in the swirling winds of cyberspace (tmi, I presume), so I have been content to watch other brave knights tilt against windmills.
Nowadays, I just watch porn to get ideas. They're usually harder than they look, but some of them have been quite enjoyable.
You'd think, what with many dollars worth of repairs needed to be done on the Doodlemobile, that I should be putting my nose to the grindstone, working extra shifts at the salt mines, etc., etc., but, no, instead I volunteered for a three-day furlough so I can go back to Brooklyn!
I do need lots of advice on my personal finances, but I'd probably ignore them. Ah, the precarious living of the modern proletariat!
Almost done with Origin. Kinda skimmed through the boring sections about punaluan families and pairing marriages (the various intro writers say those parts are pretty riddled with out-datedness anyway), but the bit about the monogamous family was pretty fun.
The following sections about the gentes and/or states of the Iroquois, Greeks, Romans, Celts and Germans were also interesting. One last chapter and then the appended "The Part Played by Labor in the Transition from Ape to Man"--which, IIRC, mentions Engels's belief in Lemuria--and I'll be all done and ready for more genre fiction. Can't wait.
* They are still (technically) the mass party of labour in Britain. No one else - The Greens, TUSC, us, and so on, even comes close
Had another fight with La Principessa back in Brooklyn when I was stupid enough to point out that one of the TUSC candidates was wicked hawt. She refused to come to bed and when I confronted her about it, berated me about not taking her low self-esteem into consideration, even though I tell her all the time how hawt she is.
Meanwhile, she can drool all over over the hunky UE Local 279 president...
Fave lines: "IF THE popularity of Fifty Shades reveals anything, it's the deep hunger for depictions--any depictions--of female sexual pleasure outside of the framework of porn aimed at straight men. Given the Motion Picture Association of America's puritanical standards on nudity and sex, and particularly on images of women enjoying sex, the film gets away with quite a lot. It's occasionally funny, and once or twice, it's even clever."
Last couple of days have been pretty harsh as La Principessa alternately rages and cries about her freeloading alcoholic previously undocumented Northern Irishman estranged husband and his unwillingness to pay his fair share of the taxes. As Comrade Omar once told me, "You gotta get rid of this clown; if anyone should be mooching off of her, it oughtta be you!" Comrade Omar, of course, is an incurable romantic.
Anyway, I was bored earlier today, waiting for her in-between class phone calls and wandered through the Gay Gamers thread, which I haven't visited in a while. While there, found an interesting article with an interesting inset. Wondered how I'd do, so, lessee:
1) Check, although it was only this morning that she told me that you're supposed to take out the teabag prior to serving. Apparently, she's been swallowing a lot of bitter tear for love, but ironically, she hasn't once made me a cup of coffee. Also, instant coffee with almond milk and honey is terrible.
2) That's what I use Facebook for. I've also found that copying out Petrarchan sonnets with "Laura" crossed out and replaced with "Francesca" will work in a pinch. Other details sometimes have t be altered. For example, she's never worked as a shepherdess.
3) Being sartorially challenged myself, I need to work on this one. Although I often tell her how much I like seeing her in boots...and nothing else.
4) I tag along when she walks the dog. Nothing says romance like "Penny, do business!"
5) Hug, kiss, fondle, fornicate. Check.
6) She doesn't have a dishwasher. But I do at least 75% of the dishes.
7) I'm broke. Although we did go see Mockingjay together. It kinda blew.
8) We're both not terribly good cooks, but today I chopped the onions for the chicken tacos and the other day I had to visit three bodegas to find tomato paste. Why are there so many poorly stocked bodegas in Brooklyn?
9) Yeah, no. She's thirty-eight and was trapped in a sexless marriage for years. I can't even touch her shoulders without her wanting to do it.
10) Her car wash is on strike. Also, I'm terrified of driving in NYC.
11) She thinks manicures, spas, etc. are "bourgie."
12) Fifty times a day at least.
Gonna have to find another list.
I didn't read the article, either; I don't need to know what it's about.
Down with the pinkskins!
(Twice since last we spoke; now she's putting up pictures on the internet from our commie rally. NAACP chapter head, the Newark Solidarity Singers, some Filipinas with a banner in Tagalog and some symbol that I don't recognize but looks pretty commie to me.)
Not Spoilered For Disgusting Goblin Sexiness
I have been privy to a few conversations between female comrades (mostly Mrs. Comrade and La Principessa, but not limited to them) in which they agree, and say that many of the other female comrades agree, that leftist men are, by and large, useless in bed.
I don't know if it's the demographic of nerdiness that often goes along with leftism, or if it's something about dudes who are down with women's liberation through socialist revolution, or what, but apparently the male comrades are largely incapable or unwilling to engage in the kind of Mick Jagger-esque rooster-y swagger that appeals to their baser instincts, nor the "slam me against the wall, hold me down" ravishing that, apparently, a great many of them crave, with or without the influence of Fifty Shades of Grey.
I'm learning as I go.
Anyway, I believe it was Citizen Home above, in a summary of the rape fantasies that he's read about, who brought up the whole "I'm so hot, he lost control of himself" thing, which, IIRC, is what Freud referred to in female sexuality as narcissism, but anyway, that's been a big thing with her, too. "Oh, Doodlebug, when you touch me, I lose control of my body, I want to do that to you, too." "Baby," I reply, "I'm just happy to be here."
Anyway, she just got back from walking the dog after we got back from the Newark commie rally, so, uh, I gotta go...
Read the preface in the American Trotskyist edition of The Origin of the Family, Private Property and the State which was nowhere near as good as the preface in the American Stalinist edition of the same back.
Probably helps that the latter let an actual anthropologist write it, while the former was written by some Barnesite hack.
Hmm, what next?
I linked to my summation post; there are posts before and after. Also, of course, I don't claim to be any kind of expert, it was just the result of googling shiznit as the conversation went on.
Although, La Principessa and I were talking about Patricia Arquette and the gender wage gap and then all of a sudden I saw her regurgitating my talking points on Facebook. I kinda cringed a little and thought "Ooh, baby, you should probably research that stuff before taking my word for it."
I'd link to the closed Gender Wars thread, but I remember a discussion of the wage gap wherein I concluded after 24 hours of googling that, essentially, the wage gap affected female supervisors, executives, professionals, and, now, apparently, Oscar-winning actresses.
I don't know if that segment of the population can accurately be described as having it "slightly less bad."
Lord Snow wrote:
Favoriting, but only for the My Fair Lady quote, which is one that has often come up in conversations between me and La Principessa
For fun, an article by Chris Hedges where he recycles the Andrea Dworkin/Gail Dines party line: ‘Pornography Is What the End of the World Looks Like’
La Principessa sent it to me and asked me what I thought. I said, "Well, I can't say I'm an expert, but most of the porn I've watched doesn't include women saying 'I am a c*#@/I am a whore/I am a slut' and as for 'F~#$ me harder with your big c+#*' well, I don't need to watch porn to hear that."
I could hear her blushing from three states away.
Anyway, I know nothing about 50 Shades of Grey, the book or the movie, nor do I care.
However, being lucky enough to have recently fallen in love with a hawt militant commie NY schoolteacher, and, even luckier to have her fall in love with me, and listening to her tell horror story after horror story about either her past lovers or the lovers of her union sisters, I can understand the popularity of 50 Shades and can only rededicate myself to the cause of women's liberation through socialist revolution.
In the meantime, I totally support people squeezing out whatever pleasures they can during their short stay on this miserable f+$#ing planet. To each their own.
Valentine's Day Musical Interlude that I originally secretly posted on Facebook for La Principessa's benefit and then later reposted for the whole world.
After one trip to the Christmas Basement, we were socializing with Mr. and Mrs. Comrade and the song came on. "Oh, I like that song," La Principessa said. "What a surprise" I quipped and then she hit me.
To Comrade Longears
La Principessa read the excerpts from The Teamster and the Termagant back before I tried to kick it to her and, occasionally, asks me when she's going to get her own "piso erotica short story."
I suggested that instead of a short story, she deserved a six-volume novel entitled 50 Shades of Red. She practically swooned.
I hate to impinge on the creative process, but if you could include the following acts, she would be much obliged:
Spoilered for Disgusting Goblin Sexiness
--being [redacted] and then [redacted]
--[redacted redacted redacted]
--looking up in hot lust and saying "[Redacted redacted redacted redacted]!"
Thanks in advance,
Comrade Longears wrote:
Yes, they do. Essentially, it means different people are suited to different things.
Citizen K(e)rensky wrote:
I presume it comes from that different breeds and types of horses are suited for different types of races.
The sport of kings, huh?
Vive le Galt!!!
Anyway, La Principessa was complaining to the boy's mother about my lacksadaisacal, slacker-ish ways, and the mother responded, "Horses for courses. He was meant to be a stay at home dad. I think it's his calling."
I'm guessing it's more emotionally satisfying than throwing boxes for a living.
Also, New England snowstorm has left me stranded in New York two days longer than I had planned due to the Chinatown buses continuing to cancel.
Not that I'm complaining, mind you, but La Principessa keeps thinking I'm going to get in trouble.
"Baby, I'm in the Teamsters, not the Teachers Union. What are they gonna do, give me a warning letter? [Derisive laughter] Stop worrying and come here..."