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Okay guys, you can’t say you don’t learn anything coming to my xxx blog…. Today’s word of the day is ‘Forniphilia‘, which is the art of ‘Human Furniture’.
Apparently it’s an extreme form of bondage – due to the difficulty (and agony) of staying immobile for long periods of time. I’m pretty sure I remember a CSI episode where they had human lamps, human tables, and other fun stuff involving tight latex suits! Obviously, the gallery from Private.Com isn’t really forniphilia… It’s more simple degradation before group sex. There’s no latex, no binding, and it also stars an older, heavier, more ‘used’ looking Aurora Snow. Aurora Snow didn’t age gracefully…
It’s from Private.Com
Anyways, I don’t get it….
Maybe it’s because I never read the book Where the Wild Things Are.
But I watched the film adaptation the other night, and the whole thing just left me confused. Clearly Max was the protagonist. Was I supposed to like him? Because I didn’t. I really didn’t. And there seemed to be a whole lot of back story with the members of the little monster community that were never fully explained – or, well, I didn’t catch on, at any rate – so the whole time I had this sense that I had missed something critical. Which is sort of strange, because if this is a feature-length film adaptation of a children’s book, shouldn’t they have been able to flesh all that out for the audience? Children’s books are not exactly known for being epic sagas.
Or maybe the whole thing was just too deep and meaningful for me to appreciate. I understand that I have just essentially said that I lack the capacity to fully comprehend a child’s tale, but, well, I’m not sure that I liked the film because throughout the whole thing I just sat there mostly confused.
I also watched The Green Hornet over the weekend. I know that I liked this one. Didn’t sit there confused, was fully entertained throughout the duration of the movie. It was fun.
There’s a conclusion to be drawn here – but I’m not going to be the one to do it.