Eavesdropping snippet of the day:
“I don’t why it is, but every time I see you I picture the blade carving into bloody flesh.”
Silence (enough said).
bizarre, graphic or explicit
So this happened late last year, apparently. Side Chick protest song–ok.
Urban Dictionary’s top definition of a sex goddess:
n. a female who is a deity to mankind in bed. She is so potent at giving and receiving pleasure that she will often leave men enchanted in a helplessly amazed stupor.
“I am a sex goddess,” she proclaims.
“I join the ranks of many.”
She’s right. There have been many. (See Wikipedia)
Prende, goddess of porn
Astghik, goddess of fertility and love
Xochiquetzal, goddess of fertility, beauty, prostitutes, female sexual power, protection of young mothers, pregnancy, childbirth, and women’s crafts
Xochipilli, god of love, art, games, beauty, dance, flowers, maize, fertility, and song
Tlazolteotl, goddess of lust, carnality, sexual misdeeds
Ixcuiname, goddess of the carnality.
Tiacapan, goddess of sexual passion.
Teicu, goddess of sexual appetite.
Tlaco, goddess of sexual longing.
Xocotzin, goddess of sexual desire.
Aizen Myō-ō or Rāgarāja, a deity who transforms worldly lust into spiritual awakening; his red-skinned appearance represents suppressed lust and passion
Astarte, goddess of sexual love, fertility, and warfare
Qetesh, goddess of love, beauty and sex
Áine, Irish goddess of love, summer, wealth and sovereignty
Cliodhna Irish goddess, sometimes identified as a goddess of love and beauty
Yue-Lao, a god of love, who binds two people together with an invisible red string.
Tu Er Shen, a deity who oversees the love between homosexual men.
White Peony (Bai Mudan or Pai Mu-Tan), a goddess who tempts men, especially ascetics.
Wutong Shen, a group of five wanton deities from Southern China. They ravished and possessed beautiful women.
Pan Jinlian or P’an Chin-Lien, goddess of fornication and prostitution
Baimei Shen, Chinese god for prostitution and brothel. On her first assignment with a client, a prostitute was supposed to make sacrifice to him
Han Shn, Sage of Harmony
Shi Dei, Sage of Unity
Qian Keng (Peng Zu), God of health-focused sex.
Nuwa or (Newa), Goddess of the wedding band and wedding jewelry. Represents Heaven and the never ending sexual desire between married couples.
Chuang Mu, Chinese goddess of the bedchamber.She and his husband Chuang Gong look after everything that may happen in the bed room, including sex, sleep, childbirth, etc
King Zhou of Shang, one of worst tyrants in Chinese history. He is known as the god of sodomy
Bes, god of music, dance, and sexual pleasure
Hathor, goddess of the sky, love, beauty, and music
Bastet, goddess of felines, love, sexuality, protection, perfume, beauty, and dance
Min, god of sexuality, reproduction, love, and sexual pleasure
Albina, goddess of the dawn and protector of ill-fated lovers
Turan, goddess of love and vitality
Aphrodite, goddess of love, sexuality and beauty
Anteros, god of requited love
Demeter, Goddess of agriculture and fertility but also of motherly love & unconditional love.
Eros, god of love and sexual desire
Himeros, god of sexual desire
Hedylogos, god of sweet talk and flattery.
Hermaphroditus, god of hermaphrodites and of effeminate men.
Hymen, god of weddings and wedding songs
Pothos, god of sexual longing, yearning and desire
Ganymede, sometimes identified as the god of homosexual love
Narcissus, god of self-love and Vanity
Peitho, personification of persuasion and seduction
Pan, god of the wild, shepherds and flocks, nature, hunting and rustic music, and companion of the nymphs, also associated with sexuality and fertility. Famous for his sexual powers and is often depicted with an erect phallus. Diogenes of Sinope, speaking in jest, related a myth of Pan learning masturbation from his father, Hermes, and teaching the habit to shepherds. Pan’s greatest conquest was that of the moon goddess Selene. He accomplished this by wrapping himself in a sheepskin to hide his hairy black goat form, and drew her down from the sky into the forest where he seduced her.
Philotes (mythology), either Goddess of Affection or a Daimon of sexual intercourse.
Kurupi, god of sexuality and fertility
Kama (left) with Rati on a temple wall of Chennakesava Temple, Belur.
Kamadeva or Madan or Kama , god of love and sexuality
Rati, goddess of passion and lust, wife of Kamadeva
Parvati, the goddess of love, devotion and fertility
Milda, goddess of love and freedom
Enzo, god of love and stress
Inanna or Ishtar, goddess of sexual love, fertility, and warfare
Nanaya, goddess personifying voluptuousness and sensuality
Qandisa, Jinn (ghost) who first seduces men then drives them insane
Norse and Germanic mythology
Freya, goddess associated with love, beauty, magic, shamanism, seiðr, sacrifice, war, death, and sexuality.
Freyr, worshipped as a phallic fertility god, he was said to “[bestow] peace and pleasure on mortals”
Frigg, goddess of marriage, married women, household duty, and divination.
Sjöfn, goddess associated with love
Venus, the Roman equivalent of the Greek goddess Aphrodite
Cupid, the Roman equivalent of the Greek god Eros
Suadela, the Roman equivalent of the Greek goddess Peitho
Dogoda, Polish spirit of the west wind, associated with love and gentleness
Dzydzilelya, Polish goddess of love and marriage and of sexuality and fertility
Lada, fakeloric goddess of harmony, merriment, youth, love and beauty
Siebog, god of love and marriage
Živa, goddess of love and fertility
Baron La Croix, god of the dead and sexuality
Baron Samedi, god of the dead, sex and resurrection
Erzulie Freda Dahomey, god of love, beauty, jewelry, dancing, luxury, and flowers
Mami Wata, a pantheon of water deities sometimes associated with love and lust
Oshun, goddess of love, intimacy, beauty, wealth and diplomacy
Yemoja, mother goddess of the oceans, fertility, prosperity, peace, and protection
“Wait, Walt Disney was cryogenically frozen, right?”
(We are in the car.)
“No, I think that is just rumor, one that’s been around forever.”
“Really? Because I think he actually was frozen.”
“Look it up. You have a phone.”
“Oh look, ‘Disney on Ice’ it says, so it’s true, right? Wait, that’s a joke isn’t it? Oh shit, he was cremated.”
“Yep. Hard to freeze ashes.”
“When I go I’m going to be cremated and have someone throw my ashes in Harry Styles’ hair.”
“Um…you better put that in your will, so that your ash delivery person can justify throwing your dead-ass ashes in the man’s hair. And so he’ll feel bad enough to allow it since he will feel compelled to honor someone’s dying wish. Bet that would go viral on Twitter.”
(high pitched laughing) “That’s a great idea! It would so work!!”
(SMH, eyes on the road ahead)
“The number of sexual acts and lovemaking positions commonly practised between humans will be extended, as robots teach us more than is in all of the world’s published sex manuals combined.”
Sexbots, teledildonics, cybersatisfaction…the time has come for customized cyborg sex, something I once dreamed right here on this blog in “Dream of a Mistress Sex Cyborg,” according to an article in the Guardian today entitled, “Sex, Love, and Robots: Is this the end of intimacy?” Sex toys on steroids, it seems, Realldoll team, makers of sex dolls, is on the verge of producing sex bots, programmable to be responsive to the user’s whims, apparently, and more life like than…well, life, more accommodating, I would think.
The writer of the Guardian article, Eva Wiseman, does a bang up job of pulling in all the strands of the theme, interviewing the key parties, such as David Levy, author of Love and Sex with Robots, with whom she dances around the obvious ethical concerns about replacing the human, addiction and, of course, pedaphilia. Levy is a bit cavalier with his response about pedophiles, in particular: better acting out with a bot than on a child. He also doffs off the intimacy drain or addiction by alluding to vibrator use now. Levy is not the first to ponder the extent of the post-humanist possibilities. Biologist and academic Donna Haraway in her Cyborg Manifesto did so before him and many others, academics and popularists alike.
Just a couple of weeks ago, in a class discussion of Roe v. Wade and the future of abortion in America, I noted the Supreme Court’s critical consideration of a fetus’ viability (survival outside a womb) at some point after 3 months at which time the weighing of a state’s interests in health of the mother and potential beings against the mother’s right to privacy shifts away from the mother. I mentioned not only the medico-technological developments since that 1973 case that have pushed back viability to 3 months or earlier, but also the possibility of synthetic wombs, baby generator/gestators, like test tubes for conception, and how such a cyborg or mechanical device would change the abortion debate.
The practicality of a mechanical womb would alleviate much of the discomfort in the Roe decision, such as the inability to define a fetus as a person at law (though corporations are persons now) and the state’s intrusion into the private health care decisions a woman makes with her physician. Neat idea, which may even exist or be in the works. Then again, I’m still stoked about the remote control vibrator.
Shit Dali’s pulled like “Fountain of Milk Spreading Itself Uselessly on Three Shoes” causes me to question this surrealist’s proclaimed self-realized insanity. This one appears wacky for wacky’s sake, something like capitalizing on shock value for mere attention-getting.
So, the viewer is assaulted with not so subtle symbols: a voluptuous lactating nude on a pedestal while an emaciated man, contorted, almost seductively gazes on her while nearly disappearing into the barren landscape (but only where they strike this symbolic pose). Beyond this enclave of irony, there appears an apparent thriving village.
Of course the discordant nourishment of sprayed milk useless to the malnourished land it presumably moistens before the starving man suggests the irony of keeping “man” needs–woman, fertility, amplitude, sexuality–at a distance, out of reach, in virtuous unattainable desire, on a pedestal.
Even if the three shoes of the title presented themselves to the canvas (the missing recipients of the outpouring), that too would be as useless and incomprehensible as the spilled milk in the face of hunger. The absence of the shoes, two of them at least if that rock-looking thing is a shoe, emphasizes the disconnection and inanity. Spilled milk a’plenty to produce nothing, all for naught, and all so sterile.
Somehow the critique is not so much feminist as more generally an undifferentiated angst over the nonsense of the world resounding, I suspect. Although, I did read somewhere that the painting suggests the ongoing absence of recognized female surreal painters in the art world. Merely an ordinary art admirer with limited art or art history background, I do not really know. My shallow impression is all I offer.
What I do know is the painting gives pause, one canvas not likely to be bypassed with a quick look and assenting nod (think Chevy Chase hurriedly acknowledging the Grand Canyon in the movie Vacation) before moving on to the next frame hanging on the museum wall. For most, the intellect will be piqued before the aesthetic appreciation, like I know there’s something to this painting, some statement, only I am not sure. There could also be nothing. That’s the weirdness that is Dali.
(Thanks, Frank, for the inspiration).
I wondered if the evolution of the mistress (and the lack of a counterpart for the male other than paramour [equally applicable to either gender], gigolo, or lover) as a socio-historic phenomenon has a genetic component. This is what I found.
Polygyny threshold model graph
The polygyny threshold model is an explanation of polygyny, the mating of one male of a species with multiple females. The model shows how females may gain a higher level of biological fitness by mating with a male who already has a mate. The female makes this choice despite other surrounding males because the choice male’s territory, food supply, or other important characteristics are better than those of his competitors, even with two females on the territory.
Fitness (often denoted w in population genetics models) is a central idea in evolutionary and sexual selection theories. It can be defined either with respect to a genotype or to a phenotype in a given environment. In either case, it describes individual reproductive success and is equal to the average contribution to the gene pool of the next generation that is made by an average individual of the specified genotype or phenotype. The term “Darwinian fitness” can be used to make clear the distinction with physical fitness. Where fitness is affected by differences between various alleles of a given gene, the relative frequency of those alleles will change across generations by natural selection and alleles with greater positive effect on individual fitness will become more common over time; this process is known as natural selection. Fitness does not include a measure of survival or life-span; the well known phrase Survival of the fittest should be interpreted as: “Survival of the form (phenotypic or genotypic) that will leave the most copies of itself in successive generations.”
Fitness can only measure heritable differences, and these can then be chosen in mate choice, causing sexual selection. An individual’s fitness is manifested through its phenotype, which is affected by the developmental environment as well as by genes, and the fitness of a given phenotype can be different in different environments. The fitnesses of different individuals with the same genotype are therefore not necessarily equal. However, since the fitness of the genotype is an averaged quantity, it will reflect the reproductive outcomes of all individuals with that genotype in a given environment or set of environments.
Inclusive fitness differs from individual fitness by including the ability of an allele in one individual to promote the survival and/or reproduction of other individuals that share that allele, in preference to individuals with a different allele. One mechanism of inclusive fitness is kin selection.
credit: quoted from wikipedia, biological fitness, polygyny
2. A refugee
3. Mourning the loss of a loved one
5. Incapacitated by illness or loss of limb
10. Living in a war-torn country
11. In danger of losing the safety of shelter
15. Sensorily impaired
16. Born to the hordes of un- and under-privileged
17. Devoid of wonder
18. Unable to experience beauty
19. Unable to create or feel
20. Under threat of destruction by weather, natural disaster, aliens, calamity or death by natural causes.
…and so, I have already won the lottery.
And I wondered if that old Italian philosopher Pico was right about humankind’s dignity and creative nature, the will of the gods, that if a man chooses to wallow with the pigs or dance with the divine, so he might do either according to how his nature blossoms from his choices. I wondered about pregnant possibilities and free will, humans as chameleons, shapers of their own destiny and fulfillers of their potential as they absorb what is around them, choosing to be like bats and hang upside down in a cave or cravenly ritualize baby killing or kiss the feet of the holy one. How free is the will of a beaten child, however, or a man gone mad from the war?
Read a Reddit post about the plight of being white, cultureless, unoppressed and bland that someone replied to by stating, “I’m not going to waste my time pissing up ropes.”
I had never heard of that expression prior to reading it there so researched with little success. My procrastination limits have already been reached today, so I could not spend the requisite time to do the slang expression justice, but I did find this on encyclopedia.thefreedictionary.com
“Piss Up a Rope” is a song by the band Ween in 1996 from the album 12 Golden Country Greats. It was released on 7″ yellow vinyl single on Diesel Only Records.
When asked about the lyrics “You can wash my balls with a warm wet rag” and “On your knees, you big bootied bitch,” Dean Ween stated that he wrote the song for his wife. The inspiration for the title came from his father: “[It is] a funny expression that I copped from my dad. When I was a kid, he used to say, ‘Aw, go piss up a rope.’ It was just nonsense. It was like, ‘Aw, go shit in your hat’ or whatever.”
I gather it is a British expression for some futile exercise, but I would love to find the origins of the expression, just because…well, being a logophile, I like that sort of thing. Who first thought of it and in what context?
Oh, and there is a Facebook page with the title “Pissing up Ropes” that has one like.
Anyone know something about this expression?