tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82554809185153678232011-04-21T15:44:21.139-07:00DesTheRayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08113997707957341516noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255480918515367823.post-60101046615205730002008-08-04T13:03:00.000-07:002008-12-09T03:58:00.976-08:00so between all of the stress that has been ebbing out of me because of work/what the fuck am i doing in life kind of stuff... this show, and the festival/performing/career stuff, and all of the inner work i have been doing... i am either totally unraveling or really coming into my own for the first time in my life, and i can't honestly tell which, as it changes from moment to moment.<br /><br />i think i am starting to replace my former addiction to cigarettes for a predilection for effing coffee, which i am finding i love in all of its forms (after 28 years of hating the shit), and i don't know if it's the age, the coffee, the stress, but i am developing a fucking facial tick!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1dspak2WOI/SJdi6aBvfLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Fu4UtvdR3aE/s1600-h/tweek3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1dspak2WOI/SJdi6aBvfLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Fu4UtvdR3aE/s400/tweek3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230758247772683442" border="0" /></a><br />not fucking joking. i am literally winking like tweek on south park.<br />which leads me to believe that it is the coffee.<script><!-- D(["mb","\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003ebut it did somewhat begin as something voluntary... just doing a wink to you know, indicate a little acknowledgment, like winks do... but now i acknowledge to no one, as though i feel like i am being watched all the time, and i do it when i catch myself thinking things that read across my face... i have always been a pretty open book that way... like when i am even remotely upset, people are always like, \u0026quot;GOD, What\u0026#39;s WRONG?!?!\u0026quot; and i\u0026#39;m like... what?  nothing...\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eand lately the thoughts that trigger my Ctrl+Alt+Delete winking are ALL FUCKING SEX!  Jeez, sitting here throughout the day as people are putting timesheets on my desk and asking me to schedule Steering Committee meetings between 10 doctors, and fax and set up video conferences.... my mind keeps escaping the cubicle and running around naked and screaming and bucking wildy. it\u0026#39;s like, my boss comes out and hops around in front of my desk and leaves 4 different things for me to do, and then he goes back into his office, and all i can think about is bent over, thick slithering dicks like semi-turgid pistons, fucking hard against surfaces, upright, to the side, flesh and fluid and torn clothing, and then i\u0026#39;m like, \u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eAHHHHH!  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEveryone knows!  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eand I fucking wink!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYIKES!  and it\u0026#39;s not like it\u0026#39;s him or anyone really that i am thinking of... just random rugged faces... caricatures... or really, just parts, and textures and colors.  and all of this probably (and because of its intensity, hopefully) just means that i am ovulating, and it\u0026#39;s amazing to me how i am figuring that stuff out about my body\u0026#39;s hormones and cycles and all that random shit, since all of these barriers i have had around my psychic inner self (and sense thereof) are starting to fall off on re-entry as a real, full person on this planet, and the synthesis of all of these things I thought I\u0026#39;d had a grip on from puberty and gender study reading lists, but fuck all if none of that even applies to the here and now!  so sorry you had to hear all of that craziness it\u0026#39;s probably a File under TMI situation, but i\u0026#39;ve had it fucking rollicking, frolicking, ringing around my rosies, doing ollies up around my skull and you\u0026#39;re the person who likes all the email, so congratulations, you opted for what\u0026#39;s in the box.",1] ); //--></script><br /><br />but it did somewhat begin as something voluntary... just doing a wink to you know, to indicate a little acknowledgment, like winks do... but now i acknowledge nothing to no one. as though there is a camera watching me and i want it to know that i know it's there. ha ha i see you!<br /><br />i do it when i catch myself thinking things that read across my face... i have always been a pretty open book that way... like when i am even remotely upset, people are always like, "GOD, What's WRONG?!?!"<br /><br />And I think "What do you mean? What?"<br /><br />and lately the thoughts that trigger my Ctrl+Alt+Delete winking are ALL FUCKING... FUCKING! Jeez, sitting here throughout the day as people are putting timesheets on my desk and asking me to schedule Steering Committee meetings between 10 doctors, and fax and set up video conferences.... my mind keeps escaping the cubicle and running around naked and screaming and bucking wildy.<br /><br />it's like, my boss comes out and hops around in front of my desk and leaves 4 different things for me to do, and then he goes back into his office, and all i can think about is bent over, thick slithering dicks like semi-turgid pistons, fucking hard against surfaces, upright, to the side, flesh and fluid and torn clothing, and then i'm like,<br /><br />"AHHHHH!"<br /><br />"Everyone knows!"<br /><br />and I fucking wink!<br /><br />YIKES! and it's not like it's him or <span style="font-style: italic;">anyone </span>really that i am thinking of in particular... just random rugged faces... caricatures... or really, just parts, and textures and colors. and all of this probably (and because of its intensity, hopefully) just means that i am ovulating, and it's amazing to how strong my body's hormones and cycles are coming on, now that all of these barriers i have had around my psychic inner self (and sense thereof) for years are starting to fall off on re-entry as a real, full person on this planet. The synthesis of all of these things I thought I'd had a grip on from puberty and gender study reading lists, is overwhelming cause fuck all if none of it even applies to the here and now!<br /><br />So again the world must bear with my body. File it all under TMI, and don't forget to include that I've had I've had it fucking rollicking, frolicking, ringing around my rosies, doing ollies up around my skull and you're the people who like to read about this shit, so congratulations, you opted for what's in the box.<br /><br />STUPIIIIIID! You SO STUUUUPIIIIIIDDDD! <script><!-- D(["mb","\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003emaybe i do have early onset tourettes?  well, i guess early onset would have been like when i was a kid.  like the tourettes episode of south park.\u003cbr\u003e\u003ca href\u003d\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v\u003dKv1LwXluOMo\" target\u003d\"_blank\" onclick\u003d\"return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)\"\u003e\u003cbr\u003ehttp://www.youtube.com/watch?\u003cWBR\u003ev\u003dKv1LwXluOMo\u003c/a\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003ebut i\u0026#39;ve got the uncontrollable filth matched with physical ticks... and then sometimes just the physical tick... which would probably be cured by some actual uncontrollable filth.  but that\u0026#39;s not happening these days, and it\u0026#39;s probably appropriate since i have too many eggs scrambling upstairs to be beating the ones below.\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003eanyway, not that any of this is fun, but it is distraction... and oh how we crave...\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e*d\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ep.s.  not to harp too much on fucking... but in response to being perplexed about tittyfucking... from what i hear, men are just more visual in general, and given this context, i think i can see titty fucking making sense a bit more.  you get to look at the girl\u0026#39;s face, you get to look at her tits.... hold onto them, and see them all meshed up with your junk, plus there is something reminiscent of ass in all of that, but it\u0026#39;s not actual penetration, it\u0026#39;s like adolescent dry humping or something, where it\u0026#39;s fun because it\u0026#39;s not as immediately gratifying and penetrating, but more roundabout... and she can lick head as well if you are properly endowed, and it\u0026#39;s basically like a fucking remix/mash-up.  was thinking about that after our convo, and since i don\u0026#39;t physically enjoy tittyfucking, but have enjoyed the pleasure it\u0026#39;s inspired in partners, i was curious to figure it out myself.  i think i am much closer to the mark this time.\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003ei was going to say, hope your virus scan was on before you got this dirty piece, but i think virus scan is less appropriate than a bar of soap.  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cspan class\u003d\"gmail_quote\"\u003eOn 7/28/08, \u003cb class\u003d\"gmail_sendername\"\u003eAdam Belvo\u003c/b\u003e \u0026lt;\u003ca href\u003d\"mailto:asbelvo@gmail.com\" target\u003d\"_blank\" onclick\u003d\"return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)\"\u003e",1] ); //--></script><br /><br />maybe i do have early onset tourettes? well, i guess early onset would have been like when i was a kid. like the tourettes episode of south park.<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kv1LwXluOMo" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"><br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?<wbr>v=Kv1LwXluOMo</a><br /><br />but i've got the uncontrollable filth matched with physical ticks... and then sometimes just the physical tick... which would probably be cured by some actual uncontrollable filth. but that's not happening these days, and it's probably appropriate since i have too many eggs scrambling upstairs to be beating the ones below.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255480918515367823-6010104661520573000?l=52manpickup.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DesTheRayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08113997707957341516noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255480918515367823.post-14288276146145788972008-07-24T20:20:00.001-07:002008-12-09T03:58:02.024-08:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1dspak2WOI/SIlNLDjb0MI/AAAAAAAAACA/vudNN_TGa5I/s1600-h/des+with+whip.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W1dspak2WOI/SIlNLDjb0MI/AAAAAAAAACA/vudNN_TGa5I/s400/des+with+whip.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226793694868000962" border="0" /></a><br /></div>The blog posts about the current love life of Desiree Burch will be Coming Soon. Sooner than the lady herself to be perfectly honest.<br /><br />If you ever want to stop having sex with people, write a show about all the people you've had sex with. Then watch'em scatter. It's like sticking a bar of soap in a dirty tub.<br /><br />However, for audiences, the show has the dual effect of being a mixture of confession, therapy and aphrodisiac. Have you ever left church horny?<br /><br />Just a rhetorical question... It's okay. Safe space. Safe space.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.fringenyc.org/">The New York International Fringe Festival-FRINGENYC</a><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />&amp; </span><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.workingmansclothes.com/">Working Man's Clothes</a><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />present</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">52 Man Pickup</span></span><br />A card-shark's guide to sex in the city that never sleeps with the same person twice.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1dspak2WOI/SIlNo6lViGI/AAAAAAAAACI/7R43xBTDZRg/s1600-h/des+hat+michael.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 406px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1dspak2WOI/SIlNo6lViGI/AAAAAAAAACI/7R43xBTDZRg/s400/des+hat+michael.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226794207856134242" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="showTime"><a href="http://www.ticketweb.com/t3/sale/SaleEventDetail?dispatch=loadSelectionData&amp;pl=&amp;eventId=288000"> August 14 @ 7:45 PM</a> | <a href="http://www.ticketweb.com/t3/sale/SaleEventDetail?dispatch=loadSelectionData&amp;pl=&amp;eventId=288002">August 18 @ 9:15 PM</a><a href="http://www.ticketweb.com/t3/sale/SaleEventDetail?dispatch=loadSelectionData&amp;pl=&amp;eventId=288002"> </a>| <a href="http://www.ticketweb.com/t3/sale/SaleEventDetail?dispatch=loadSelectionData&amp;pl=&amp;eventId=288003">August 20 @ 5:30 PM</a></span><br /><span class="showTime"><a href="http://www.ticketweb.com/t3/sale/SaleEventDetail?dispatch=loadSelectionData&amp;pl=&amp;eventId=288004"> August 21@10:00 PM</a> | <a href="http://www.ticketweb.com/t3/sale/SaleEventDetail?dispatch=loadSelectionData&amp;pl=&amp;eventId=288005">August 23 @ 3:00 PM</a></span><br /><br /><span class="showTime">@ <a href="http://www.jazzgallery.org/">The Jazz Gallery</a>| 290 Hudson Street @ Spring Street</span><br />1 to Houston | C/E to Spring<br /><br /><span class="showTime">For Tickets ($15)/Information call 866.468.7619 or visit at <a href="http://www.fringenyc.org/">www.fringenyc.org</a><br /><a href="http://www.52manpickup.com/">www.52manpickup.com</a><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8255480918515367823-1428827614614578897?l=52manpickup.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DesTheRayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08113997707957341516noreply@blogger.com0