Sexy Time Requires A Partner

Sexy Time

First, we had the story of David Carradine potentially dying from Auto-Erotic Asphyxiation, and now we have a confirmed story of Wolverine Impersonator dying from the same game of Auto-Erotic Asphyxiation. Trying to masturbate in a way that could involve suicide is fucking stupid, so first of all, don’t do that. Secondly, if anyone is going to play sexual games that could involve injury: They should have a partner who will either save their life, prevent them from dying in the first place, or someone fully capable of dialing 9-1-1.

Before I go further with why you should have a sexual partner and not delve into sick forms of Masturbation, I would like to quickly discuss Auto-Erotic Asphyxiation. Auto-Erotic Asphyxiation, for those who don’t understand Latin, is when a person chokes, gags, wraps, or finds creative ways to cut of their air supply as a means to gain sexual pleasure, and can be coupled with sexual stimulation or masturbation. Wikipedia simply states it as: “Erotic asphyxiation or breath control play is the intentional restriction of oxygen to the brain for sexual arousal.” Examples of this include David Carradine hanging himself while cranking it in a closet, or this Wolverine guy who wrapped himself in saran wrap and nylon and asphyxiated himself to death while trying to gain sexual pleasure. Supposedly, Auto-Erotic Asphyxiation is super stimulating and make the orgasm more pleasurable, but at the same time, you might die. Auto-Erotic Asphyxiation in it’s pleasure-versus-death tango is basically considered the heroin of masturbation. For those unaware, heroin is bad for you.

Sexual partners are a very important thing to have, given you’re responsible enough to have sexual relations, and they help in two ways: One, we don’t have to wallow in pitiful amounts of masturbation, and Two: we can do so many more creative and strange things that we really just can’t do alone. Certainly, there are reasons to understand why being alone can create heightened senses of fear and pleasure while performing self-bondage, auto-erotic asphyxiation, etc, but those are fucking lame the instant we come across the glorious landscape of a sexual partner. I have my whole life to deal with my body, but I only have a short time (by comparison) to share my time with a sexual partner and their body is a fucking wonderland. (Thanks John Mayer).

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Fair To Midland At The Middle East Downstairs 04-17-2012

It’s so hard to put into words what I experienced on Tuesday night. Fair To Midland shows are religious pilgrimages more than they are shows that are attended for enjoyment. Something happens at these shows that pulls us from reality and places us on a completely different world. Soft and sweet melodies change to a harsh heavy distortion and back again. It’s flying like an Arrow and crashing back to earth like an Anchor. It’s something everyone should experience at least once in their lives.

Mindwalk Boulevard opened the night with some local Massachusetts rock and roll.

Lionize brought some swamp rock into the basement dwelling citizens.

Dead Letter Circus brought their hybrid breed of alternative metal to the States, because Australia isn’t big enough.

I would recommend checking out all three of these bands. Lionize is really amazing and I couldn’t help but wet my pants to their music. Dead Letter Circus crushed my expectations at first, because I was expecting a sound that would be heavier and in-your-face, however, I opened up to them by the end and their studio work is beautiful.

I always say it’s important that one experience a band live before listening to their studio work, and I cannot stress that enough with the four bands who played Tuesday, and most especially Fair To Midland. It’s one thing to hear their music on a CD, computer, streaming on the internet, or even the ratio, but their live show is something else. It’s wild, powerful, emotional, passionate, incredible, beautiful. A woman we met during the meet and greet before the show told FTM “I’m probably going to cry, your music is so powerful that it’s hard to keep the emotion in.” This is not in the least bit surprising, because a Fair To Midland experience is nothing short of immaculate Read the rest of this entry »

I Was Nearly Trapped Into Joining A Cult

Seriously, the shit Taylor gets me into. Yesterday, being Tuesday December 20th, Taylor gives me a call at 3PM asking if I would like to go out to a party with him that he was invited to by two Asian girls he had just met on the train no more than a week ago. He tells me this during that phone conversation:

“I asked them if it was going to be a party with alcohol, they said no. I asked them if it was going to be a party with dancing, they said no. They said it was going to be a party with ten or so people sitting around and talking, but having been to China, ‘sitting around and talking’ means there’s going to be a giant 4 course meal, so bring your stomach.”

I agree to go. Taylor is an identical copy of me: he and I look like brothers, we like the same exact stuff and I have gone on random adventures like this with him before and had an awesome time each time (one including an incredible spur of the moment concert with punk bands). Agreeing to this is no big deal, Taylor and I get ourselves knee deep into things all the time, so why should this be any more different? We decide to meet each other at the T at 5:30pm and take the bus together to these girls’ house just past the Quincy shipyard in Braintree.

(Note: This post is very long and if you want to avoid the details and you just want to read the rant, scroll down to “In Retrospect“)

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