Apparently, people come here looking for different things. Here’s the top ten searches this month:
#1 LOLCats (check)
#2 BJ jokes (there was the one about the penguin and the seal…)
#3 Laura Bradford + agent (Just email me. I’ll be happy to answer questions, so you don’t have to lurk, hoping for tidbits of info)
#4 lite bondage (Hmm. No. Unless you mean in My Valentine, and in which case… yes.)
#5 wwnd, nora (Archives, april or may, I think)
#6 ann aguirre (that’s me!!! you came to the right place!)
#7 dangling dick pix (Come on, really? I thought I had made it crystal clear how I feel about candids of the dangly bits.)
#8 girlie sci-fi (check)
#9 gaudy purses (oh, double check!)
And #10… you ready?
I must’ve used that phrase or something, but I’m pretty sure there is no such thing. Sorry, it’s just a figure of speech. But what events would that involve? Sighing, painting your nails black, leaning on stuff, letting your hair fall in your eyes, and piercing random body parts? Anyhow, it’s been too long since I posted a hot emo boy for your pleasure.
His name is Romeo (really? well, that’s what his profile says), and he’s from El Salvador. He likes long walks on the beach (at night!) and listening to the Cure; and his turnoffs include sunlight, bright clothing, and people who smile a lot. (I just made most of that up.)
PS – You’re allowed to admire him in an aesthetic sense, but don’t go thinking impure thoughts. He’s only 17. But don’t despair — you can lust after Harry Potter legally now!
Seriously, though… (OMG, I can’t believe I baited you in here with a hot emo boy pic and then sprang an issue on you! It’s diabolical.) I was reading a story on Reuters called Older White Women Join Kenya’s Sex Tourists. The gist is how well-to-do baby boomers in their 50s and 60s head to Kenya, and pick up some hot young 20-something. The ladies play sugar mama for the duration of their vacations, buying presents and providing walking around money for their boytoys while they’re around.
“It’s not love, obviously. I didn’t come here looking for a husband,” Bethan said over a pounding beat from the speakers.
“It’s a social arrangement. I buy him a nice shirt and we go out for dinner. For as long as he stays with me he doesn’t pay for anything, and I get what I want — a good time. How is that different from a man buying a young girl dinner?”
I’m not quite sure how I feel about this. I mean, in one sense, it’s clearly not prostitution. They’re not exchanging currency directly for sex. It’s a bit more muddied than that. Part of me wants to say, “Have fun!” to these adventurous old chicks. I mean, they’re widowed or single, looking for a good time? If they can attract a hot stud with their bankrolls, why not?
However, I do think it’s creepy when old dudes keep chasing young tail, so why do I think it’s ok for a woman to get some this way? That makes me feel like I have a double-standard, which I don’t like to admit.
Do these men feel devalued? Or are their lives such that they’re just happy to get what they get out of it? What bothers me is inequity or imbalances in power in a relationship, but this is more of a vacation fling, so as long as both parties are legal, single, and nobody gets hurt, what’s the harm?
And is it really any different than a rich old dude flashing his bankroll and picking up some young honey? I don’t know. Readers, what do you think?