My Dingaling
So my nudie J Lo tribute pic has gotten my
friendster page a lot of attention (100 hits over this weekend alone) and
something like 3 pages of new “smiles” from all over the world literally (well…
gays in the Philippines, France and the U.S….) I hadn’t anticipated the amount
of people who would identify with Jenny From The Block and was happily
surprised, but my friend Locklear seems to think it’s something other than my
interpretation of that spicy latina dish that has helped me to expand my demographic
into the foreign market.
Locklear drives a fancy LCD screen Mac laptop;
some top of the line deal, or at least it was when he got it. He alleges that
far from being the focal point of the image, my ‘La Lopez’ rendition is the
last thing on a viewers mind, and that the more captivating element of this
picture lies in ones ability to clearly identify foreskin on its subject.
I do indeed have foreskin, but please believe
me when I say, giving everyone a proper example of this was not my intention.
You see the monitor on my computer at work
(where I friendster) is a dark 1990’s box with no real colour gambit, so I
though a bit more was hidden than evidently is. Also it should be noted that
until I was outed as foreskin bearing cockshower, I was convinced that all one
could see was a sliver of ball. A sliver that I hemmed and hawed over trying to
photoshop away, but ultimately I found that I looked more bizarre sans
reference (or full on exposition as the case may be) of genitalia, so I opted
not to edit it. The truth is that I’m
not really embarrassed that people can see it so much as I am at the notion
that I would intentionally (…in a desperate bid for attention…) expose myself
on friendster.
Surely I want attention just as much as the
next asshole on friendster, but I know I don’t need to be buck naked to get it
(although this weekend is proof that it does help!). And Rather than being
desperate it felt somewhat adventurous, and a little brave to post that image,
which I initially only intended to show Rose.
Obviously my motivation is complicated or at
least intertwined with all sorts of other things, for sure self-absorption
plays a role and the need for an audience, but it doesn’t start or end there.
Not to mention, I would be overjoyed to see a couple of your scrawny asses au
naturel. Besides that I expose way more damning parts of myself in this
blog… and If I can’t hooch it up in public all that’s left for me is the quasi
public of the internet. So I’m not gonna take it down (unless friendster tries
to kick me off again) And this is certainly not the last you’ll hear from my
foreskin.
BGA.
