Archive for October 14th, 2007

Mia Amore

Sunday, 14 October 2007

There’s a scene in an early-90s “art film” called Juicy Lucy that I’ve always found scorching.

It’s two couples in the same room; Sabrina Dawn (“best legs in porn”) on a squeaky bed with Tom Byron, who reminds me of Beaky Buzzard, the borderline retarded vulture in the old Warner Bros. cartoons.

Those two are negligible.  The other coupling, between Mia Powers and Marc “Hooknose” Wallice, holds the real heat.

The first time I ever saw Mia she was kneeling at the base of the bed where Byron slogged away.  Most guys would probably find her looks unimpressive, even now.

Not me.

Mia Powers was tall and skinny with a thick mane of black hair, B-cups and a fair ass.  Her front teeth were slightly crooked, making her even hotter.

Wallice, playing the in-depth character of “Buck the Janitor” enters the sorority bedroom wearing tank top and sweatpants.

Buzzard Byron says, “Hey Buck” and goes back to work.  Buck says nothing.

Wordlessly Mia raises up on her knees and with slow, infernal, drowsy motions, tugs Wallice’s waistband to the floor.  No-underwear Wallice hangs limp as she gets in position, eyes half-lidded, expertly using her mouth while he caresses her back.

Mia sucks with skilled drowsy prowess while “Buck” removes his shirt.  If there’s horny sedatives on the set these two have taken the same ones.

Languorous doesn’t begin to describe the slow burn of Miss Powers’ fellatio.  Wallice, in a signature move, interrupts his own BJ (what a gentleman) to tongue-kiss her.  This make-out’s even hotter than the fellatio, as she holds her hands over his thrusting custodial manshaft.

When the make-out is through the bitch attacks his cock like its on fire and only she can suck it out.  Wallice almost loses it, or does a great imitation of a hook-nosed pony-tailed janitor about to lose it.

The scene cuts away to the Buzzard and Legs, and soon Mia is angled awkwardly below another bed and then things seem to flow normally, the heat dissipating, you can even catch Mia opening one half-lidded eye toward the camera.  But that cocksucking was otherworldly.

I went on to ravage Mia’s short catalog of work in the ensuing years…nowhere again does she perform with the same drugged dreaminess of that scene, nor in her brief career did she ever work with Wallice again (certainly not now that Wallice is an HIV+ pariah, going on 10 years).

Hate to use a cliché but in this case it’s accurate:  Mia Powers, Virgo, former Alabama-stripper-cum-art-film-actress–seems to have dropped off the face of the earth, around 1991.  Even the mighty all-seeing eye of Google can’t find scraps of anything.

And so these hot moments embedded in an average early-90s-era art film assume a heated, crystalline dreamlike quality, never to be repeated, while I sing Somewhere Out There to Mia Powers, directing the tempo with my right hand.  I hope she never got her teeth fixed.

Quoticle – Sadly, seems there aren’t that many to defend these says

Sunday, 14 October 2007

When I tell the truth, it is not for the sake of convincing those who do not know it, but for the sake of defending those that do.

~ William Blake

Bruce Banner gives up (for now)

Sunday, 14 October 2007

My “experiment”with Androgel, using small-dose gel packs, was halted two days ago, after I saw the endocrine doc.  He’s a hell of a nice guy and beyond even Jeopardy-smart.

 Here’s what he said.

“There are two types of testoserone.  Total testosterone is bound to plasma proteins, and in people who are even a little bit overweight, that total testosterone will go down because the sex hormone-binding globulin (SHBG) is decreased.”

(I don’t know what he’s talking about exactly…but I understand the implications…read on…)

“If free testosterone (level) is normal, giving testosterone would not be a good thing because your body can aromatize it to estrogen.”

That’s all I had to hear to quit.  Only now am I learning more about steroids.  I don’t plan to use any that aren’t legal, but if that bitch Mother Nature is short-changing me, I want my due of testosterone. 

Hope this information helps someone who didn’t know it before.  Behold the power of internets! 

250GB

Sunday, 14 October 2007

My Seagate 40GB USB external hard drive started beeping when I plugged it in.

Fugg that, nigga.  I’m not about to lose my “life’s work” over a new beeping noise it’s never made before.

I bought a 250GB WD Passport hard drive yesterday.  I paid more than I wanted for it, but COSTCO stopped selling the 160GB in favor of the 250. 

The Passport looks cool as shit, sleek black with a beautiful blue “eye” to indicate it’s powered.  

I have no clue what to do with that much space.  The old 40-gig almost got full, but that’s only due to full-length “art films” I’ve downloaded. 

 There’s a program called DriveClone 3.0.  I don’t know how, but it’s supposed to be able to burn an “image” of your entire hard drive and then place it on a new hard drive…from an external USB.  Meh, that doesn’t seem possible.  Doesn’t the craptop need the hard drive in the machine to be bootable before it can read an external?  

Hope I never have to find out the hard way. 

 

 

 

 

Eulogy without passion

Sunday, 14 October 2007

Looks like I’ll get to see my one friend in the State of Florida after all for a burger and rant.  Tonight I’ll visit the old man and check up on him, if he’s up for it.

My family has rarely been a burden on me, the opposite is the norm.

I can only be envious, not jealous, of my Aunt’s death yestermorn because all living things die, even zombies.

Auntie lived in New York most of her life.  She was a beauty back in her day and the most emotional member of my father’s family.  She also held grudges and stored tremendous anger, especially over her divorce (to an asshole) decades ago.  Towards the end  of her life, despite horrible recurring cancers, I  felt she’d managed to find a measure of peace.  She leaves behind a beautiful daughter who rides horses;  Elle is the only cousin I know at all.

I don’t remember Auntie with anything like love but I’m glad she’s no longer in pain, a  clichéd statement but damned true.

I put in a word with my spiritual teacher to assist her in the bardo (the “world between worlds” which is a reflection of the soul’s mind).  Maybe he can, I dunno.  It could all be bullshit and God could be a dope-smoking Rasta.