lapetitemort
I swear that God just wants me to give up now.
So here I am. Not a damned thing done for CLCV... no studying... nothing. Simply put, I am currently the epitome of slacking.
I am totally unprepared for this exam. But I've time... I won't be sleeping for another 4 or 5 hours... given that it's only 4 AM... so I have time.
So here I am, thinking about things to write about, when I remember that one of the french terms for orgasm is 'la petite mort.' Literally, it translates to the little death (which reminds me of a line from the Bene Gesserit Litany Against Fear from Dune, mind you), a phrase that derives itself from the time when they still thought that too much sex could kill you.
So I google it. Nothing else to do, and Google's a blogger/netgeek's best friend, right?
I ended up with this. Beautiful Agony - facettes de la petite mort. It's hot. Very, very hot. And it's not safe for work. So don't click, if you're not in a safe enviroment.
What is it?
It's not pornography. Or at least, it isn't in the conventional sense of the word. I'd still call it that... it turned me on.
There's no nudity below the shoulders. The simple function of the site is to record moments of orgasm on video... and make money from it.
And it's effective. They have sample videos. The site's all artsy, as if there was something more powerful behind it than just getting someone off. And there is. These people are sharing their most intimate moment with you... and it's not as though they do it because they're porn actors and actresses...
It's an eerie sort of artistic venture.
The kind that Caroline would've put down in her Anthro essay as a perfect example of pretentious BS. And it is, to an extent.
But it's hot. And it *is* beautiful.
I need a cold shower. Then I need to study.