May 14, 2012
Well, it’s good to know we’re appreciated.

Well, it’s good to know we’re appreciated.

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November 2, 2011
Spike Jonze + Felt Puppet Sex = Boning

So this is not exactly safe for work, but not exactly not safe for work.

In any case, in continuation of today’s love affair with Spike Jonze love-story short films, here’s a little gem a day or two too late for Halloween. Plus it takes place in one of my favorite shops in the whole world - Shakespeare & Co. in Paris. Loves.

Spike Jonze: Mourir Auprès de Toi on Nowness.com.

Make no mistake: Mourir Auprès de Toi (To Die By Your Side) by Spike Jonze and Simon Cahn — based on the work of fashion designer Olympia Le-Tan — is a beautiful and sad short film. But it does contain a small amount of NSFW language and a copious amount of sex between a skeleton and a woman, both made out of felt and who have magically sprung off the covers of books at the Shakespeare and Company bookstore in Paris. Enjoy! (Nowness via /Film)

September 21, 2011
                                        God bless you, Downton Abbey….
Dear Blogosphere,
As you may or may not know, Downton Abbey is back for its second season on the BBC, as well as for those of us savvy enough to stream it online. This is refreshing for a couple of reasons, the most important of which is that there is an unusually high quotient of attractive British male actors in this show. Also, it takes place in a huge English manor, which means that watching this show, aside from appreciating how well-written and well-acted it is, is kind of like playing an elaborate, sexual fantasy version of Clue. In the Drawing Room, before Tea Time, with a Footman and some scones? Yes, please! 
The Story: Set in the years before and during World War I, we follow the various intrigues (Yes! So much fucking intrigue!) upstairs and downstairs in the manor of a British Lordship and his family. The Lord has three lovely daughters (I, being #3 of 4 daughters, identify), two of which look like their mother: stubborn, pale skin, rosy cheeks, dark hair (just like ME!). However, due to antiquated sexist pish-posh bullshit, NONE of the daughters can inherit the manor or title (I also have no title or inheritance!)…so everything will go to the girls’ super hot distant cousin Matthew (see photo above). Meanwhile, there’s about a thousand subplots about each character in the family and in service.
The Creator: Brilliant actor and writer Julian Fellowes, who likes to write upstairs-downstairs stories set in English manors around 20th Century wars (ala Gosford Park). 
Why It’s Rad: Aside from the obvious variety of characters and situations which can be crafted together for elaborate sexual fantasies, this show is remarkably well-written and directed, with phenomenal art direction and production value. There’s a lot of brooding. There’s a lot of sexual tension, mired with tight-lipped British-ness. There’s a lot of people who should be fucking each other like crazy (see photo above). Also, Maggie Smith is exceptionally Maggie Smith-like in this series, playing, in typical Maggie Smith style, a British stodgy mega-bitch…but this time with bigger hats.
Characters I Want to Make Out With (Partial List):
Matthew (Dan Stevens) - the unwilling heir to the fortune and the estate, who’d rather live a simple middle-class life as a lawyer; also, he has a thing for articulate but really stubborn girls with pale skin, rosy cheeks and dark hair (AKA: ME). Even though I’m obviously more crass than his main love interest on the show, I can see us snogging, and/or shagging, in ANY of the rooms of the manor (upstairs, downstairs, on the stairs, wherevs). He has pretty eyes and doesn’t like fancy shit…but that doesn’t mean he still wouldn’t take me to a hunting party, especially since I know how to ride a horse (even though he’s too stubborn to be impressed by that). He likes helping people…JUST BECAUSE! He looks good in uniform. Plus, this guy’s set to inherit a gazillion dollars, but he doesn’t care. Money doesn’t make him happy. You know what does, though? His extremely stubborn, pale skin/rosy cheek/dark hair cousin. You know who’s not his cousin? Me. (Snog Potential: very high, but with a stupid amount of bullshit and buildup until we get it on).
Tom (Allen Leech) - the passionate chauffeur who’s interested in social progress, women’s suffrage, and contributing positively to the world (he’s obviously an Aquarius); also, he has a thing for articulate but really stubborn girls with pale skin, rosy cheeks and dark hair (AKA: ME). He has pretty eyes, and as he’s probably a budding Socialist/Communist, doesn’t like fancy shit. He looks GREAT in a uniform, and green really is his color (or colour, as it were), and I’m guessing that he has a huge drive shaft and knows how to use it. Since he’s a chauffeur, our trysts can occur pretty much anywhere, but most likely at the nearest lake, in the garage, in the car, in alleyways in town; the possibilities are endless. (Snog Potential: very high, with a high chance of car sex)
Kemal Pamuk (Theo James) - Why, hello there, Mr. Turkish Delight! This shady diplomat is a total fucking lady’s man. He’s suave, foreign, and a total player who will find his way into your suite late at night (knowwhatI’msaying!), ready to rip your clothes off. He’s got the potential to be a charming douchebag, which isn’t really my style, and he’s a bit younger than me, but he’s really fucking hot, so I will gladly make an exception in this case. And since this guy has a crazy-ass libido (and a crazy ass), I’m pretty sure we could do it ANYwhere in the manor, even on the dining room table, during a formal dinner service in full view of all the Lords and Ladies, visiting dignitaries, and Maggie Smith. (Snog Potential: It’s in the fucking bag, but since he’s probably a manwhore, I’d just be extra careful)

                                        God bless you, Downton Abbey….

Dear Blogosphere,

As you may or may not know, Downton Abbey is back for its second season on the BBC, as well as for those of us savvy enough to stream it online. This is refreshing for a couple of reasons, the most important of which is that there is an unusually high quotient of attractive British male actors in this show. Also, it takes place in a huge English manor, which means that watching this show, aside from appreciating how well-written and well-acted it is, is kind of like playing an elaborate, sexual fantasy version of Clue. In the Drawing Room, before Tea Time, with a Footman and some scones? Yes, please! 

The Story: Set in the years before and during World War I, we follow the various intrigues (Yes! So much fucking intrigue!) upstairs and downstairs in the manor of a British Lordship and his family. The Lord has three lovely daughters (I, being #3 of 4 daughters, identify), two of which look like their mother: stubborn, pale skin, rosy cheeks, dark hair (just like ME!). However, due to antiquated sexist pish-posh bullshit, NONE of the daughters can inherit the manor or title (I also have no title or inheritance!)…so everything will go to the girls’ super hot distant cousin Matthew (see photo above). Meanwhile, there’s about a thousand subplots about each character in the family and in service.

The Creator: Brilliant actor and writer Julian Fellowes, who likes to write upstairs-downstairs stories set in English manors around 20th Century wars (ala Gosford Park). 

Why It’s Rad: Aside from the obvious variety of characters and situations which can be crafted together for elaborate sexual fantasies, this show is remarkably well-written and directed, with phenomenal art direction and production value. There’s a lot of brooding. There’s a lot of sexual tension, mired with tight-lipped British-ness. There’s a lot of people who should be fucking each other like crazy (see photo above). Also, Maggie Smith is exceptionally Maggie Smith-like in this series, playing, in typical Maggie Smith style, a British stodgy mega-bitch…but this time with bigger hats.

Characters I Want to Make Out With (Partial List):

Matthew (Dan Stevens) - the unwilling heir to the fortune and the estate, who’d rather live a simple middle-class life as a lawyer; also, he has a thing for articulate but really stubborn girls with pale skin, rosy cheeks and dark hair (AKA: ME). Even though I’m obviously more crass than his main love interest on the show, I can see us snogging, and/or shagging, in ANY of the rooms of the manor (upstairs, downstairs, on the stairs, wherevs). He has pretty eyes and doesn’t like fancy shit…but that doesn’t mean he still wouldn’t take me to a hunting party, especially since I know how to ride a horse (even though he’s too stubborn to be impressed by that). He likes helping people…JUST BECAUSE! He looks good in uniform. Plus, this guy’s set to inherit a gazillion dollars, but he doesn’t care. Money doesn’t make him happy. You know what does, though? His extremely stubborn, pale skin/rosy cheek/dark hair cousin. You know who’s not his cousin? Me. (Snog Potential: very high, but with a stupid amount of bullshit and buildup until we get it on).

Tom (Allen Leech) - the passionate chauffeur who’s interested in social progress, women’s suffrage, and contributing positively to the world (he’s obviously an Aquarius); also, he has a thing for articulate but really stubborn girls with pale skin, rosy cheeks and dark hair (AKA: ME). He has pretty eyes, and as he’s probably a budding Socialist/Communist, doesn’t like fancy shit. He looks GREAT in a uniform, and green really is his color (or colour, as it were), and I’m guessing that he has a huge drive shaft and knows how to use it. Since he’s a chauffeur, our trysts can occur pretty much anywhere, but most likely at the nearest lake, in the garage, in the car, in alleyways in town; the possibilities are endless. (Snog Potential: very high, with a high chance of car sex)

Kemal Pamuk (Theo James) - Why, hello there, Mr. Turkish Delight! This shady diplomat is a total fucking lady’s man. He’s suave, foreign, and a total player who will find his way into your suite late at night (knowwhatI’msaying!), ready to rip your clothes off. He’s got the potential to be a charming douchebag, which isn’t really my style, and he’s a bit younger than me, but he’s really fucking hot, so I will gladly make an exception in this case. And since this guy has a crazy-ass libido (and a crazy ass), I’m pretty sure we could do it ANYwhere in the manor, even on the dining room table, during a formal dinner service in full view of all the Lords and Ladies, visiting dignitaries, and Maggie Smith. (Snog Potential: It’s in the fucking bag, but since he’s probably a manwhore, I’d just be extra careful)

(Source: numenorss, via sharontates)

September 16, 2011

Dear Snuggie,

Your days are numbered. 

Today, while watching daytime TV, I realized that our relationship has grown too comfortable.  I know, I know. HOW could that happen? You’re all about being cozy and comforting. You’re totally a Cancer with Cancer rising. You love to be the big and the little spoon when we cuddle. You let me spill on you and you don’t judge my bizarre, cracked-out TV choices. When I flip, in the blink of an eye, from watching “The Wire” to, say, “Toddlers in Tiaras,” you don’t obnoxiously tell me how much you can’t snuggle with a girl who watches late night TLC. I mean, we mesh well. I’ll give you that.

But what I realized our relationship lacks is functionality. Let’s call a spade a spade here, Snugs: you are a backwards robe. A Dungeons and Dragons peasant shift would give my ass more coverage. And, unless I become a homeless crack addict, I can’t really bring you out in public. 

Look, Forever Lazy just has more perks. It fits my lifestyle more. Sometimes I like to casually drink wine or, well, anything alcoholic really, outside with friends on a Winter’s Eve or Morn. You KNOW how much I like to stay warm while I drink al fresco. Forever Lazy can just come with me to a tailgate, and unlike you, it won’t get caught in the bbq and potentially catch on fire, AND I can easily unzip it to use the Port-a-Potty.  

And that’s another thing…Forever Lazy has a BACK DOOR FLAP for all sorts of bodily functions and pleasures. Sure, there’s a manual for how to utilize you during sex, but Forever Lazy is just fucking lazy. You just unzip and go for it. Lazily. A laziness that I could apply when, if the situation called for it, I could potentially wear Forever Lazy to a Fluffy orgie if and I when I was ever invited to one. 

Please forgive me, snugs. It’s just that Forever Lazy is just so goddamn American.

xo

Hayles

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