To be in love is a splendorous thing, and for me, clothing company Famous Stars and Straps is an amazing lover. Their combination of over-the-top sexually charged artwork, meets tattoo friendly designs makes my head spin like a mofo’! If only some of the females on their shirts were living, breathing organisms, the world would be a better place. Then again, these chicks egos would probably be inflated to the size of a bloody rabid, rampaging rhino, so maybe it’s best they stay grafted to these amazing shirts.
If you need a wardrobe change, or just need more wardrobe to change into, check out FS&S here and take advantage of their free-shipping February deal!
“I want a woman who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I don’t already know, and make me laugh. I don’t care what you look like, just turn me on. And if you can do that, I will follow you on bloody stumps through the snow. I will nibble your mukluks with my own teeth. I will do your windows. I will care about your feelings. Just have something in there.” — Henry Rollins
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My heart is beating, it reverberates through my body, into the pillows, and through my ears, it fills me to the brim with sound. Like a slow ticking metronome, it paces me to a rhythm to guide my thoughts on their bending, winding circuit.
In this bed, I am alone.
In my mind, I am with many.
This picture, this “moment”, is the last thing I see.
I’ve felt this before. The familiarity, the strongest sense of deja vu I have ever felt, seeps in, striking me down, into a fragile state and strangely, I want to break. Break up. Break out. Shatter into a million realms, portals and wormholes. Let people travel through me, throughout me, within me and for them too to break and populate my insides. All of this, and more, for the embrace of another. For the world to feel the embrace of another.
To love.
That is for which we are built strong and capable, yet why do so many hearts break for their captors, when I find myself breaking because I’m free? Free to explore and roam beyond the bars of mother earth, here, tonight.
Hold me now, great unknown. For I have always known no one, in the comfort of these sheets. It is with a woman, so damn near perfect to my own eyes, that I wish to tangle legs. Hold a gaze. Wax poetic. Share a cup of words over coffee.
Do you hear me? Are you out there?
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Issue 164 (most recent) of Front Magazine featuring models, Alysha Nett & Arabella Drummond.
If it’s not a magazine subscription that you desperately want in your mailbox, then this is, at least, a magazine cover to die for. No, seriously, you might just die if you stare at it too long. It almost made me forget to breathe.
Check out Front Magazine here and get a taste for what’s inside. (Pun intended!)
As I have always been a glutton for despair in imagery and always in search of beauty in the deepest of the macabre, you could say it was predictable that I would gravitate and connect to a movie like Francis Ford Cappola’s adaptation of “Bram Stoker’s Dracula”. A tale as deep as it is wide, starring many actor’s and actresses that would go on to become famous entities in Hollywood, the film portrays the infamous count as the undead soul he was meant to be conveyed as.
Once an all powerful ruler known as Vlad the Impaler, Count Dracula longing for the touch and passion of his long lost love, Elisabeta, denounces his faith in God, vowing to return from the grave to find her soul once more. Heart-broken, and plagued with a need for vengeance, the man, the beast, the undead legend, begins a journey of sabotage across the lands of Europe to locate his once deceased love’s soul reincarnated into the body of young Mina Harker. Upon finding her, Dracula thrusts those around her into a battle of bloodlust and murder, in hopes that she will be his once more.
With grotesque images of horror through out, blended seamlessly with underlying tones of romance and depraved sensuality, “Bram Stoker’s Dracula” is a timeless film! A fine example that mainstream cinema can get it right every once in a while.

To taste the delicacies of true unconstrained erotic desire, one must stretch themselves beyond their normal limits. Not all of these desires are based on a need for sex and love. Some of us lust for the lowest of the lows to achieve our highest highs, and even in secret, when tempted with the right offer, we’ll take advantage of the weak to fulfill that longing.

Starring Emily Browning (Suckerpunch), “Sleeping Beauty” is a story about what happens when unbridled sexual desire is sold without limits. As Lucy, a blossoming university student, Browning takes us on the terrific, yet almost horrifying journey, of a young girl, who pressed for cash decides to sell herself at a brothel where men go to satiate their wanton longings, not always involving penetration. The deal in her services is she must be drugged, and in a complete sleep-like state to guarantee the closure of the men involved, to fully assure them that any, if not all of their needs can be met under their full control, without judgement. It’s only when Lucy’s curiosity gets the better of her, that she decides to nix the drugs and see what these men are really up to. From that point, the unbelievable, sometimes disgusting, truth is unveiled, revealing a whole different side of the human psyche and what one will do when given the ability to take advantage of another’s body without restraint.

This movie is not for those who lack a strong mental fortitude. It certainly requires a bit of understanding, and a strong taste for the obscure. Emily Browning shines brighter than before, in a role much more risque and provocative than any she has undertaken. It’s certain that “Sleeping Beauty” will divide critics, giving Browning the much needed publicity she deserves, so let the panning begin!
