kiss me hard before you go

Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
I just wanted you to know
That baby, you’re the best

I got my red dress on tonight
Dancing in the dark in the pale moonlight
Got my hair up real big beauty queen style
High heels off, I’m feeling alive

Oh, my God, I feel it in the air
Telephone wires above are sizzling like a snare
Honey I’m on fire, I feel it everywhere
Nothing scares me anymore

I’ve got that summertime, summertime sadness
S-s-summertime, summertime sadness
Got that summertime, summertime sadness
Oh, oh oh

I’m feelin’ electric tonight
Cruising down the coast goin’ ’bout 99
Got my bad baby by my heavenly side
I know if I go, I’ll die happy tonight


books for the bathtub: Sex and Bacon

I had written a blog post for my other, more salacious blog, entitled “Sex with a side of bacon.” I googled “sex and bacon” and voila. As soon as I read’s description of the book and a few of the user reviews, I was sold. Sarah Katherine Lewis is a former sex worker (who wrote a book about that, too – Indecent: How I Make it and Fake it as a Girl for Hire), and like me, a bacon-lover. Oh, bacon. Salty, crispy, fatty, delicious! It’s good on everything and by itself, and I want it all the time. I instantly fell in love with Sarah Katherine’s unapologetic appetite for food and sex. A girl after my own heart!

This book could turn you on, gross you out, or make you hungry – or if you’re like me, all three, sometimes simultaneously. SKL is a great writer; her casual style appeals to me. The book is part recipes, part memoir. She skips around a bit and while the book is divided into four distinct parts (Desire, Flesh, Sweet, Pain) the individual chapters have a cobbled-together patchwork feel. Some may not enjoy that if they are looking for complete chronology and/or consistency, for me it kept me interested. SKL is a puzzle of a woman – she exudes warmth and heat and carnal desire from the words she wrote. She ate whale meat and bone marrow but cheese makes her vomit.

I enjoyed the brief peek into SKL’s brain. She’s a Britney Spears admirer – not for her music but for what she embodies and who she is. “Britney is female appetite. Britney wants. She wants food and sex and love and trashy, no-account boys.” I savored the Britney chapter, nodding to myself, the undeniable truth of it all. I was a Britney fan when I was 16, but since I watched with the rest of the world as she publicly crumbled more than once, I wrote her off. It’s all a matter of perspective. I enjoyed the way SKL describes a desirable woman’s body – “sleek” doesn’t mean thin, and it’s all about curves. She writes about how she actually lost weight eating what she really wanted. I’ve heard of such things and I’m all for it. Not cholesterol parties or tucking into a bucket of lard every day, but the sense of non-deprivation, and sometimes outright indulgence – the sense of always having enough. Being satisfied. Why shouldn’t we be?

Something about this book felt a little taboo to me – I kept it flipped over on my desk at work and didn’t share it with my mom like I normally do when I’m reading a new book. I mentioned it to a coworker and her response was “that’s weird.” Sex and Bacon won’t be everyone’s cup of tea, that’s for sure. But if you love reading sultry food porn and just plain good, sexy, honest writing? Yeah, you’ll love this book. I can think of at least a handful of my friends that would devour this.

Sidenote, I wish Sarah Katherine had more of a web presence. No website, no blog, no Facebook for me to like? I’m obsessed with this lady – I need more!

femme fatale

A femme fatale ( /ˌfɛm fəˈtæl/ or /ˌfɛm fəˈtɑːl/; French: [fam fatal]) is a mysterious and seductive woman[1] whose charms ensnare her lovers in bonds of irresistible desire, often leading them into compromising, dangerous, and deadly situations.

She is an archetype of literature and art. Her ability to entrance and hypnotize her victim with a spell was in the earliest stories seen as being literally supernatural; hence, the femme fatale today is still often described as having a power akin to an enchantress, seductress, vampire, witch, or demon.

The phrase is French for “deadly woman”. A femme fatale tries to achieve her hidden purpose by using feminine wiles such as beauty, charm, and sexual allure. In some situations, she uses lying or coercion rather than charm.

She may also make use of some subduing weapon such as sleeping gas, a modern analog of magical powers in older tales. She may also be (or imply that she is) a victim, caught in a situation from which she cannot escape; The Lady from Shanghai (a 1947 film noir) is one such example. A younger version of a femme fatale would be called a fille fatale, or “deadly girl.”

in my head, there’s a greyhound station

Where do you intend to go with your dirty dress?
Lead my skeptic sight to the table and the light.

The cities grow
The rivers flow
Where you are, I’ll never know
But I’m still here
If you were right and I was wrong
Why are you the one who’s gone
And I’m still here

Maybe tonight
It’s gonna be alright
I will get better
Maybe today
It’s gonna be okay
I will remember

I held the pieces of my soul
I was shattered and I wanted you to come and make me whole
Then I saw you yesterday
But you didn’t notice
And you just walked away
Cause everything you wanted me to hide
Is everything that makes me feel alive

Skipping beats
Blushing cheeks
I am struggling
Bed scenes in the corner cafe
And then I’m left in bits recovering tectonic, tremblings
You get me every time

Cause in my head there’s a greyhound station
Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations
So they may have a chance of finding a place
where they’re far more suited than here

And I cannot guess what we’ll discover
When we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels
But I know our filthy hands can wash one another’s
And not one speck will remain

We smiled so bright the sun went down
Rose above the maddening crowd
We lit the streets with the sweetest glow
We held the globe and made it turn
Wandered through the universe
The men of science observed through telescopes

1. jimmy eat world (table for glasses), 2. vertical horizon (i’m still here), 3. imogen heap (goodnight and go), 4. death cab for cutie (soul meets body), 5. a fine frenzy (lifesize)