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by Amelia G : January 20th, 2009
The $1 BlueBlood.com sale is going to be coming to a close in just a few days.
With the inauguration of Barack Obama and the new administration, the world expects the economy to pick up. He could do nothing different and people’s expectations would help the economy. So much of how paper and digital money works has to do with trust and faith.
So we have faith that, pretty soon, everyone is going to be able to afford more than $1 for a BlueBlood VIP membership. There has never been a Blue Blood sale this discounted before, and there very likely never will be again, and this one is almost over.
The site currently featuring tens of thousands of photographs of 387 hotties and counting. From punks who like to smash things to ethereal gothic beauties to fetish deities, Blue Blood features the most stunningly and uniquely beautiful. A battalion of coffee table book and nightclub photographers have contributed to BlueBlood.com. Not to mention erotic fiction from some of the top names in genre writing and just a dab of video. The BlueBlood.com megasite offers excellent value with all the content from the multigirl gothic, punk, and rubber subsidiary sites produced by Blue Blood, as well as the world famous signature couples content, and the erotic fandom science fiction and fantasy content. And your BlueBlood VIP memberships pay to keep BlueBlood.net free.
And right now, you can check all that out for one dollar. Channel your inner Bixby Snyder and say, “I’d buy that for a dollar!” (Robocop references optional.)
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I wanted to be a writer from the time I could read. As my father was a best-selling author in his (limited) spare time from practicing law, this seemed like a reasonable goal to me. Then my dad told me some Ben Franklin quote about freedom of the press for he who owns one. So then I wanted to be a publisher too.
Be careful what you wish for.
by Amelia G : January 19th, 2009
You know how all 80’s teen romances featured a girl the hero wanted. And you know how that girl was always romanced by some guy with a sort of overdone Kennedy scion kind of haircut, a Porsche or similar ride, and generally some country clubbish or yacht-person sort of clothing? Well, apparently whoever made the introductory Scientology film didn’t get that viewers were supposed to want to be John Cusack’s Lane Mayer in Better Off Dead and not Aaron Dozier’s ski champion Roy Stalin. It’s like rooting for the nameless college guy in the red sports car over Ilan Mitchell-Smith’s Wyatt Donnelly in Weird Science. Weird Science is apt here. More on this in a moment.
So I went to the Scientology Celebrity Centre for brunch yesterday. The building is beautiful and blocks from my house. (I had a friend pick me up in his BMW SUV because, when it came down to it, walking didn’t feel Hollywood enough for such a Hollywood moment.) Food was varied and pretty tasty. Service was friendly and adequate, but unexceptional and could have been mildly more attentive. I particularly liked the crisp waffles and the smoked salmon and capers. The regular water was excellent for Los Angeles, so they must have a good filter, and the orange juice was good enough. Say you saw the brunch in the internet and it is a discounted $25 a person for all you can eat, rather than the walk-in price of $30 a plate.
I had a good time because I went with friends. I will refrain from naming said friends, due to their general nervousness about the establishment in question. Now I have lived blocks from the Celebrity Centre for years and, after my recent . . .
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by Amelia G : January 16th, 2009
Mike Judge’s Office Space is a hysterically brilliant piece on the soul-sucking nature of certain sorts of employment. The scene where they smash the fax machine is one of the most inspiring moments in American cinema ever. Viewpoint character Peter Gibbons, played with perfect comic timing by Ron Livingston, decides that, rather than quitting his job, he will simply stop going. He and his next door neighbor Lawrence, played with deadpan humor by Diedrich Bader, discuss what they would do if they had mad money. Lawrence’s only unrealized ambition is to have a threesome with two chicks.
Peter Gibbons: What would you do if you had a million dollars?
Lawrence: I’ll tell you what I’d do, man: two chicks at the same time, man.
Peter Gibbons: That’s it? If you had a million dollars, you’d do two chicks at the same time?
Lawrence: Damn straight. I always wanted to do that, man. And I think if I were a millionaire I could hook that up, too; ’cause chicks dig dudes with money.
Peter Gibbons: Well, not all chicks.
Lawrence: Well, the type of chicks that’d double up on a dude like me do.
Peter Gibbons: Good point.
Mainstream porn overflows with girl/girl sex, but it is all of the sort where the women are supposed to be into it because they are just soooooooo overheated and no man is handy, not because they like women. The male consumer can fantasize that all he has to do is show up with a taste of the real thing (i.e. cock) and that would just make those ladies’ day.
I find the whole issue difficult. On the one hand, I know that site members often enjoy girl/girl pairings, even if the women pictured would not normally have sex . . .
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Was just asked an interesting interview question about muses. I think it is for a sort of round-up article about a bunch of folks’ thoughts on muses, but, after talking about muses, the question included a part on lovers. I think (hope) the main point was about muses, but it made me wonder about how many photographers or writers seem like they are making art, when they are really just on the make. Wouldn’t it be easier to just put on a cool outfit and do dinner and movie? This just in: I’m alienated. If the article turns out interesting overall, perhaps I’ll share the link here 🙂 This is what my answer to the question is:
"The best muses for me are really unique, vibrant, adventuresome, and flamboyant individuals who seek to express similar sentiments compatible with those I am interested in. I wrote my thesis on Cross-Cultural and Historical Vampire Legends as a Paradigm for Aggressive Human Sexuality and I’ve photographed more than three thousand people, many of them in nude and erotic scenarios. So, although I am obviously interested in exploring sexuality through art, for me, sexual interest and artistic attraction are in no way intertwined. I can’t speak to anyone else’s creative process, but, for me, as an artist, I don’t feel motivated to have a sexual or romantic relationship with someone just because they inspire me creatively. I could be shooting something nude or explicit of a person, or writing something with an erotic aspect, but the process is all about creating something beautiful, or something which expresses something, or ideally both. I guess I’ve thankfully been very fortunate in the dating department, but, if I want to date someone, I don’t bust out a camera or a keyboard; I just, ya know, date them."
–Amelia G, editor/writer/photographer, BlueBloodPhoto.com
Is my perspective unusual?
PS I still have a cold.
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When I am Benevolent World Dictator, more shows like Torchwood will have good production values of all genders.
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Love, Amelia
PS I have a winter cold.