Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Let's Talk About Sex, Baby

Is it just me, or does it seem like everyone else on Earth is having the kinkiest, most promiscuous sex ever?


Yesterday, I read a gossip site...you know, to catch up on my nonessential celebrity news (it's like candy for the brain, so don't judge) and there was all sorts of stuff about whether or not the Rhianna sex tape was really her or not. And it's not like that's isolated. There's the Kim Kardashian sex tape, the Paris Hilton sex tape (ewww at the thought of Paris Hilton having sex ever, btw) and a million others.

It's not just celebs, either. I am acquainted with at least ten people who regularly indulge in things like threesomes, swinging, video taping. And really, who hasn't sent a dirty picture via cell phone cam? Stuff like that seems to be alarmingly commonplace nowadays.

Don't get me wrong. I'm in no way a prude, nor anti-sex, nor do I judge anyone with multiple partners or websites or anything like that. It's all you, so have fun with that. But I can't see myself doing all of those things. I'm a fan of sex, but I've never had a one night stand, never been part of an orgy, never swapped. Maybe there's something odd about me, but I have a really hard time removing emotions from my sexual equation. If I'm going to have sex with you, I'm going to have to actually give a damn about you. Guy over there, you're eye candy, and, wow, my hormones rev when I see you...but I can't follow through, because I don't even know your last name, dude.

And threesomes...don't they seem like they'd be way less sexy outside of your fantasy? If you're experimenting with someone you care about, do you really, really, really want to see them enjoying someone else that way? And even if you're totally unlike me, and you can remove the whole emotional jealousy thing, what about practical things like STDs? Do you insist that each new partner be tested? Do you use extensive amounts of protection? Does all this crap take away at all from the experience in any way?

Seriously. I'm curious.

I also wonder if as many people are having all this crazy sex and honestly not experiencing any types of issues with it. But I guess, "Hey, I totally had a threesome then bitchsmacked the other chick because I caught my husband looking at her boobs in a way he no longer looks at mine," and "After we swapped with the Peterson's, Roger came out and ran away with Margie's husband," aren't as fun to hear, huh?

Maybe I'm pessimistic. Maybe I'm too logical. Maybe I'm too emotional. (How's that for convoluted, putting both of those in there, eh?) I don't feel like my sex life is boring, or vanilla, or like I'm not satisfying/satisfied in bed, but I also don't feel like it seems to fit in with the rest of the crazy shit out there. But, you know, I'm kind of fine with that.

And should the day come that I'm not, well, just be glad I'm not a celebrity, so you won't hear allllll about it. Lol.

Friday, June 26, 2009

The Death of a Thriller

A legend died yesterday.

Michael Jackson was one of my favorite performers when I was younger. I can remember watching the Thriller video, the first video I had ever seen, and being blown away...and pretty scared, lol...by it. I also remember being moved by the Black or White video. And shocked by the accusations of child molestation that happened later.

Let me segue here to say that I don't think that MJ was a molester. I see him more as, like, Willy Wonka as played by Johnny Depp...socially awkward, a little disturbed. I believe that he was most comfortable around children. And I think that people looking for some quick cash preyed upon that to call some oddities of his into question.

Now that that's taken care of...the music.

One of my friends has been putting up random quotes of MJ songs all day, and I could recognize all of them. Some musicians I listen to all the time don't have that distinction. I love the Ting Tings, but when a friend Tweeted a quote from a song by them, I totally didn't get it. Micheal Jackson's songs are as well known and recognizable as he was.

He was an icon. Some of the people who count him as an inspiration include Ludacris, Chris Brown, Justin Timberlake, Britney Spears, Lindsay Lohan, Miley Cyrus, Kobe Bryant, Pete Wentz, and millions more. He shattered walls for black artists. And he was an artist who was truly concerned with making art. His Thriller video, more of a short film, was scrutinized by him...he was honestly worried about how the zombies danced, getting them to look authentic and scary, but having them also bust out some badass, not funny, dance moves. He worked with Martin Scorsese on one of his videos. He was concerned with his art as an expression, as an outlet, as something people could relate to and be touched by.

He was an enigma, but also...down to Earth? Seems odd to say that, since he was pretty much one of the least normal people ever, but it's true. At the peak of his fame, people occasionally found him knocking their doors, witnessing for his faith. He was friends with a number of the ultra famous, and they all remember him fondly as just a really nice guy who would happily talk and listen to you.

But nice, famous people die every day. Pioneers. Legends. So why is this such a big deal?

Michael Jackson epitomized an era for me, and for many others. His music spoke to you, he was larger than life. Having him die...especially at a relatively young age...reminds us all of our mortality. We're not just crying because the music died, but because the fall of his star reminds us mere mortals that we're not only getting older, we're getting closer to the end. Our childhood is behind us, (and, if you grew up around the same time as me, MJ was a large part of your childhood) and we don't quite know what's ahead. But we can take solace in the words of a legend...

“If you enter this world knowing you are loved and you leave this world knowing the same, then everything that happens in between can be dealt with.”

Rest in peace, Michael Jackson.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

First Post Ever

Sounds almost ominous, but I'm on the edge like that.

So, here I am, blogging publicly for the second time. Let me explain. I tried this before, and my estranged husband and his family found it and stalked it, leaving me feeling totally unable to express any real feelings/thoughts. It became so censored because I was so tired of the drama that I just ended it. But I'm a little braver now. Also, he and I are on pretty good terms so...here's hoping.

If you don't know much about me, my name is Star, and there's not too much else I'll bother you with as far as introductions. I plan to blog a lot, so you'll figure me out to some extent. It'll be like pieces of a fucked up puzzle falling into place. Except strike that from the record for sounding so emo, please. I'm pretty much the anti-emo.

Speaking of emo, let's jump to Facebook statuses. Well, actually, this works for Twitter's tweets and MySpace statuses too. I'm pretty sick of the emo stuff there, too. If our status is something along the lines of "listening to Death Cab for Cutie and contemplating the dark soul of women" you need to borrow, buy, or steal a life as quickly as possible. Please. I also hate you pseudo intellectuals. Listen, no one thinks you're super smart for being extra wordy in your status or your comments. I actually just think you're a huge asshole.

So! I'm done introducing myself (sort of) and critiquing idiots. There will be more, no doubt. *strikes superhero pose* As long as there are morons, you can rest assured that I will poke fun at them!

Yeah, there'll be other stuff, too. It just depends on what I feel like writing.

Xoxo, Star