so fucking a, i finally found cafe flesh 2. i mean, when i was in nyc, we called every fucking porn store in the city... it was always "that's old, out of print, impossible to find, must be special ordered..." total bullshit like that. even my little behind-the-vintage-store porn store, now satanically dominated by man slut, didn't have it... and they're all about fucked up, random, out of print porn. the fact that they own cafe flesh 1 was exciting enough. but cisha and i decided that the city hadn't been combed; there was still hope, we had faith in the porn; although if we couldn't find it in nyc, how would we find it in georgia? but we did! i renewed my membership at the southern nights on cheshire bridge and we got it. and it was hot. it was 2 1/2 hours, thus significantly loger than the 90-minute cafe flesh 1. it was much more hardcore (although still not hardcore porn... just in comparison to the first one). it involves a talking brain floating in liquid, it involves neon hair; there was a led zeppelin nightmare scene where the sex occurs under a sky of spinning neon flowers, and there's an alien in a hat videotaping and taking notes. there's a bullfighting scene where the male bull has dildos on his head instead of horns. one of the last sex scenes (of which there are many, i assure you) involved a marriage ("you may now penetrate the bride"), and as the newlyweds go at it, there are twins in electric chairs convulsing and having spasms (which increase in intensity as the sex increases in intensity). oh, and so much more... the classic blond good-girl virgin (with breasts larger than watermelons) talking about how she feels "dirtier than a dustbuster." this lovely porn includes regular sex, anal sex, oral sex, rimming, and then multiple combinations of those. there are serious close-ups. all in all, it was much different from the first. but although the sex scenes are generally neon and bright (a discoteque feel), the exterior setting is still dark and lynchian. so rent it. if you're a fellow atlantan, go to southern nights. but rent cafe flesh 1 first, because it explains the whole story, and many of the characters in cafe flesh 2 are carried over from the first. and you'll appreciate the second much more after seeing the first.
anyway, on another sexual note, because sex makes the world go round, i was out with karl at our friend lucy's house last night. there were a few people there; we all got drunk, took drugs and went to sleep. i'm rather in love with lucy, as is karl; we obsess over her constantly, although it's in a joking tone. i mean, she's fucking hot as shit. long, wavy black hair, dark skin, pale green eyes. she has a lush, overly-feminized body; touching her skin gives me chills, and i'm usually pretty fucking confident around people. we showered together a few months ago, and explored each other, and it was a long, hot shower... but it wasn't a huge deal. i'd fuck her in a second if i could, but karl rants about how while she's objectively the most beautiful girl he's ever seen, he doesn't want to actually fuck her. he claims that she's rather a novelty for him; she's too feminine or something. whatever. he's wrong. but last night, i walked down the hall to hear them fucking in her room. first thing i thought was WHAT? because i never knew that karl would lie to me. i mean, did he think i'd be pissed off? i don't get jealous like that! i can fuck whoever i want. jealousy is the bane of my existence. well, he hasn't mentioned it yet, and if he wants to lie about it, i'll let him. if he keeps lying, however, i'm going to pounce on him and strangle him. just enough to bruise his neck slightly and get my point across. if he'd just tell me the truth, i'd be genuinely happy for him, and i'd ask all the details so that i could envision her myself. it'd make my day, if he got to fuck someone that hot. but don't fucking lie to me. i don't take dishonesty well.