“Caine off Kung-Fu” adventure blog; Day 2

Day two was really just day one, since I didn’t arrive in The City of Angels until 8:30 the night before. The bus ride wasn’t so much as grueling as it was excruciatingly boring and uneventful. There was some pretty scenery I drank a pint of Ancient Age, and chatted with my neighbor. I spent most of the ride fretting over slowly dying phone and laptop which eventually crapped out and left me without music for the last hour of the trip. As I rode (mostly in silence, I went over in my mind the countless scenarios of how this gamble could go wrong. Continue reading “Caine off Kung-Fu” adventure blog; Day 2

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Greasepaint Betties, and my search for Clown Porn

There is the obvious connection to childhood and innocence perhaps. Many that were involved in the community cited an early fear of clowns as an instigator for their fetish. Clown fetish, (like many other costume fetishes), allows the participants to transform into something else as a means of letting go of one’s inhibitions and granting yourself permission to do things you might not normally. The only required equipment is; Grease paint, a clown outfit, and red rubber nose. Cream pies, balloons, and rubber chickens are optional. I have always had a love for clowns myself. From Tim Curry in It, to Krusty the Klown, to The Bindle Stiff Family Circus. I was aware of the fetish as well, having seen ever episode of HBO’s Real Sex that aired during my high school years. I was sure there was more out there on this fetish and if it took me all night I was going to find it. Continue reading Greasepaint Betties, and my search for Clown Porn

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Ever since Billie Joe Armstrong clutched that monkey…

One of my old home-boys from ATL came into town this weekend, and it was a blessing. Before he showed up Thursday I hadn’t left the house in five days. I am becoming so walled off in my shitty apartment that I have long since forgotten how to act around real people. Despite my utter and complete lack of funds we managed to get thoroughly fucked up on cheap beer and some pot brownies my only California homie had given me. We had a little herb too so we made due. The first night we crushed a case of Miller High Life and caught up on each others lives. I didn’t have much to say other than I write a crap ton of blogs and spend all my time online. The next night we went out early i the day and I showed him all of the beautiful young girls down in Berkley, Continue reading Ever since Billie Joe Armstrong clutched that monkey…

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