Claire

Yip it's photography.

If I had to grade the three projects I did last year I'd give them B, A+, A or A-. I got an A- for that years work. If I had to grade the two projects I did this year I'd give them an A+ and an A-. So I reckon I should have got an A over all, but I got A- again.

I relise it may seem stupid to get bent out of shape over an A- instead of an A, but I thought I worked so much harder and produced better results this year so it feels like a real kick in the teeth.

jesus fuck I feel like ripping some throats open

your life is real shit when you've worked your arse off all fucking year, devoting so much time and energy to one subject that you failed in another, thought you had made a huge improvement on your previous year's work, got ONLY positive feedback from your tutors the whole year, and then GET THE SAME FUCKING MARK YOU GOT LAST YEAR!

Claire: How far did you take your adventures into the realms of Sapphic joy?

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Umm...I once ended up in a semi-naked five girl group grope. It didn't go too far though- I was sucking on my friend's toe, when I suddenly relised I woundn't be doing this if I was sober, so I extracated myself and promptly fell into a drunken sleep in the corner. I'm not sure how much the others got upto after I left.

NB It's not I'd have to be drunk to kiss or sleep with a girl, it was the group thing that made me think better of it.

I guess I could risk a little truth.

I'm happy because I quit my crappy job.

The irrepresiable Meaner charm strikes again.

Happy late birthday

Count me in too.

Suprisingly enough guys do like that story. And they only got mad cos they tried to  muscle in and I told them to fuck off. Seriouslt tho, do you guys really like that kind of shit? (Cos I offered someone hot lesbo action, and he panicked? I mean, I wouodn't do that much, but is naked snogging a big turn off???)

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As someone who used to kiss other girls a lot, I can tell you that most guys get threatened by girls kissing each other for their own enjoyment rather than to attract male attention. Crap fake lesbian kissing a la visable tongue wrestling, rubbing each others tits, and sending flirting glances at all males in the room is OK, wrapped up in each other, no attention for anyone else, kissing the girl because you'd rather kiss her than a bloke, is too much for alot of guys egos to handle.

Thanks for the praise, all. I'm betting Sean will come through with something brilliant.

I just read a review of Audition. Now, I want to see it. Is it subtitled or can I find it dubbed?

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the version I saw was subtitled (and apparently poorly, as there was missed and confused dialogue acccrding to those who understood japanese in he room)

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It wasn't badly translated- just inelegantly, and into english that wasn't always gramatically correct.

One of my favourite bits is when Aoyoma tells Asami to relax. If you listen to the dialogue he uses a borrowed word form (Japanised pronounciation of a foreign word) of relax- suggesting that there's no word for relax in Japanese.

I'm in for handmade stuff.

Hopefully I'll be able to give it up completely one day, but for the time being my last vice is hitting myself when I'm stressed.

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I hope this isn't in too serious a way.

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It's down to 3-4 open handed slaps a year. 6 years ago it was punching myself in the head, throwing myself against walls, biting and scratching my face and body, or fun with scalpels 2 or 3 times a week.

Hopefully I'll be able to give it up completely one day, but for the time being my last vice is hitting myself when I'm stressed.

My cat's Christmas presents-

1 Oodles of wrapping paper to play with.

2 Being fed crumbled up potato chips and rice crackers (she loves salt) all day.

Femme fatale Pooka with sexy throat scar.

Congratulations Carmody. She looks absolutely gorgeous.

Isn't there a Saint, maybe St Sebastian, that would flip your switch, then?.

 

:)  Ooooh, you kinky devil !  ;)

Yip that's where it all comes from. I learnt about the beauties of the male form through art history books. All those youthful St Sebastians, peppered with arrows and with suprising orgasmic looks of spiritual rapture on their faces, can have a rather profound effect on a 13 year old. Likewise depositions, pietas, (does it count as necrophilia is the corpse is going to come back to life in three days time?) and Michelangelo's bound slaves.

My dreams tend to be very rich emotionally. I often of people who don't exist in real life but in my dream, although it might be brief, I have an awareness of who they are and of having a long complex relationship with them.

For example 3years ago I dreampt I was working in the scuplture room at high school when my dearest friend walked in to suprise me with a visit. He was a little taller than me, very slim with fine bird like bones. Though it was hot day he was impecably dressed in a soft brown threepiece suit and white cotton shirt with cufflinks and detactable collar. His hair was fair and brushed back from his forehead. His skin and eyes were pale. I had known him since both of us were in our mid teens. I had a great love for him, and felt as though we had suffered through something together. I knew he was not exactly gay, but that being so very different from the heterosexual-bloke-beer-rugby teenage boy norm he had had alot of trouble growing up. I think this was what had brought us together- our common stuggle to build and defend our own identities.

I knew all this instantly upon seeing him in the classroom doorway. He is not someone I ever met, or indeed suppose to exist, in real life.

It brightened my day to see him, and I moved over to embrace him. One of my arms went around his neck and I could smell his dry lemony scent as he embraced me in return. My other arm was awardly placed along his side and my hand skidded down to his hip where it suddenly caught on something. It was his hip bone. It protruded so much that the palm of my hand was able to rest on it like a shelf. My perception of him shifted and became clear. His neck and wrists were pathetically thin. The tailored suit was a shell to hide his emaciation. I was filled with horror and pity that someone could be so thin, and guilt that I, who was so close to him, had not noticed until now. Aware now that I could crush him, I wanted to let him go, but I feared he would think I was rejecting him in disgust once he saw the horror on my face. I couldn't think what to do, and feared it was too late to find him help. So I hugged him, full of guilt, horror and pity, and realised that he would die.

I get the Aragorn attraction (as does my boyfriend who thinks he would be a good provider). Legolas I'd set on a pedastal and stare at for days but couldn't imagine besmirching my hands.

But Faramir, oh lord Faramir is sex on toast.

It's the kind of rugged softness to his looks and manner. Enough of a mannly man that can imagine fucking him, but with a touch of voluptuousness to him that promises it would be interesting. Plus I'm a sucker for sad people. I just want to love them until they're happy again.

And like Boromir too. I've a bit of a kink for men being shot through with arrows.

Hello my name is Claire.

I'm a New Zealander, and spent the first 16 years of my life in a shit hole small town called Gore.

I'm know 21, living in Christchurch, and doing a Fine Arts degree in photography. I still get suprised by people liking me.

I like comics, reading, movies, kung fu and the wonderfully named Lawrence Alexander Curwood, who I've been going out with for the last 5 years.

I have crappy job at Pizza Hut, complete with a stalker customer. I plan on quitting in January.

Periodically I attempt to make comic books. A successful attempt can be found here-www.geocities.com/claire_truedetective.

Rogan is far too pretty to risk his looks with military service.

On the subject- did any one here know that the South Koreans fought in Vietnam?

I was completely ignorant until last Thursday when I was at a kareoke bar and the owner started telling us about his 3 years compulsory military service- 1 year training, 1 year in Vietnam, then 1 year taking potshots across the 34th parallel. Cripes.

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