~~~The Realm of the Palace Princess~~~

About Me

Read about me ... for those of you who don't already know me!


The Bladder
Dark Horizons
Oz Pagan
So Shoot Me!

Blogs I Read

War Info Links
The PM's Blog
Iron Monkey
AFL Blog
Cry Like A Girl
Home Blown
Cynical Optimist

What I'm Reading

Life On Air-David Attenborough
A Dagg At My Table-John Clarke

What I'm Listening To

John Mayer-Heavier Things
The Waifs-Up All Night
Dido-Life For Rent

Words of Wisdom

"The spirit is most often free when the body is satiated with pleasure, indeed, sometimes the stars shine more brightly seen from the gutter than from the hilltop"-
W. Somerset Maugham

Classic Songs

Split Screen Sadness...And I don't know where you went when you left me but Says here in the water you must be gone by now I can tell somehow One hand on the trigger of a telephone Wondering when the call comes Where you say it's alright You got your heart right Maybe I'll sleep inside my coat and Wait on the porch 'til you come back home Oh, right I can't find a flight We share the sadness Split screen sadness Two wrongs make it all alright tonight All you need is love is a lie cause We had love but we still said goodbye Now we're tired, battered fighters And it stings when it's nobody's fault Cause there's nothing to blame at the drop of your name It's only the air you took and the breath you left Maybe I'll sleep inside my coat and Wait on the porch 'til you come back home Oh, right I can't find a flight So I'll check the weather wherever you are Cause I wanna know if you can see the stars tonight It might be my only right We share the sadness Split screen sadness I called Because I just Need to feel you on the line Don't hang up this time And I know it was me who called it over but I still wish you'd fought me 'til your dying day Don't let me get away Cause I can't wait to figure out what's wrong with me So I can say this is the way that I used to be There's no substitute for time Or for the sadness Split screen sadness We share the sadness-John Mayer

------------------ First Cut Is The Deepest...I would have given you all of my heart But there's someone who's torn it apart And he's taken just all that I had But if you want I'll try to love again Baby, I'll try to love again but I know The first cut is the deepest Baby I know the first cut is the deepest But when it comes to being lucky he's cursed When it come to loving me he's worst I still want you by my side Just to help me dry the tears that I've cried And I'm sure going to give you a try And if you want I'll try to love again (tryyy) Baby, I'll try to love again but I know The first cut is the deepest Baby I know the first cut is the deepest But when it comes to being lucky he's cursed When it come to loving me he's worst I still want you by my side Just to help me dry the tears that I've cried But I'm sure gonna give you a try 'Cause if you want I'll try to love again (try to love again) Baby, I'll try to love again but I know The first cut is the deepest Baby I know, the first cut is the deepest When it come to being lucky he's cursed When it come to loving me he's worst The first cut is the deepest baby i know The first cut is the deepest try to love again...-Sheryl Crow

This page is powered by Blogger.

Sunday, April 20, 2003


Firstly - to all of you who have emailed me over the last few weeks ... sorry, I will get back to you eventually. I've just been so busy, but over the next week I intend to bless each of you with an insightful reply (no guarantees about the usefulness of my insight though).

Work has been monopolising the majority of my time, but my mind has still been pondering the more bizarre aspects of life, and though this hasn't been reflected by regular blog updates I intend to (try and) make amends for it now, with this here blog entry.

Last night I found myself boozing in a sports bar filled with noisy football fanatics. Now, when I say "found myself" I don't mean like I just woke up, and HELLO ... I'm in a bar, I mean I had no plans to be there until I arrived. But that didn't detract from the fabulous time I had, or lessen the amount of alcohol I consumed ... however, some good did come of my evening. I encountered a rather insightful chap who imparted some of his wisdom upon me and left me with a renewed sense of optimism about life. One of the more memorable things he said was ...

"When life hands you lemons, ask for a bottle of tequila"

Isn't that just priceless (and Oh-So applicable to me!). Unfortunately I didn't get his name, but Launceston is a small place and I feel sure our paths will cross again.

Some of the more abstract things that have crossed my mind over the last few weeks include this thought on footwear.

Is it just the porn films I've seen or do the male "stars" of porn films always appear onscreen in bare feet ... while the women never seem to take their shoes off (even in pool scenes)? Now sure, I don't often bother to notice if Ron Jeremy's shoes match his outfit ... but when it gets to the point where his outfit is completely removed, he's (and his fellow male flesh artists) ALWAYS without shoes... but u NEVER see him (or them) take off the shoes.

Maybe I'm doing something wrong, but I strongly doubt I'd be able to keep stilettos on my feet during a rigorous sexual incident. More importantly, I couldn't guarantee the safety of anyone close to me at the time I happened to be wearing them and engaging in said rigorous, sexual incident (they're kinda deadly u know). Perhaps it's something one needs to practice, or learn ... like playing the piano or knitting!

Over the last 2 weeks I've been surrounded by a whole new bunch of work colleagues. As I've mostly spent the past 12 months working alone it has been something of a learning experience.

The age of my co-workers varies greatly, from the 20 year old, cute sporty guy -to the 49 year old, bitter, twisted and disgruntled housewife. This all makes for a really dynamic environment, but even though there is such a cross section of ppl I've only managed to find 2 like-minded souls, and one who I think I'll soon be able to corrupt and bring over to the dark-side.

Anyway, in any work place the workers always need a release from the tedium of day-to-day crap, but my workplace is kinda hellish and a long way from the norm. It's far from tedious, and is filled with a whole lot of structure and misery ... and there is literally no escape. So ... over lunch sometime last week, a certain (liberal minded) co-worker ... let's call him "N" starts up a conversation about threesomes. Now, a few eyebrows were raised, I think I may have even heard someone choking on their toasted cheese, but most ppl listened attentively to his fascinating revelations about the pros and cons of threesomes.

Ok, I'm generally the one who throws around such topics of conversation so it was nice to have someone else bearing the brunt of "what if" and "but how could u" questions. I simply sat back and watched as a whooooooole new world unfolded in front of me.

I was paying attention ... but I somehow missed how the conversation skipped over to masturbation, but I did learn something new. Apparently the art, or act of mutual masturbation has a name, or rather an abbreviation all of it's own ... it's known (not sure by who) as M&M. Ok, yes ... I too thought M&M referred to the crispy-coated chocolate thingies, but according to N, it is a well-known term.

So, after showing my ignorance about mutual masturbation abbreviations, the most amazing thing happened. A fellow co-worker (let's call her "J") who I had picked as rather open minded and kind of 'out there' comes forth with this statement ...

"I can't see the point of masturbation ... and why would you want to masturbate in front of someone. If you have someone there with you, why not just use them ... masturbation is just WRONG"

Yes, I'm not lying ... this actually happened. At this point, I became the one who nearly choked ... and there was no way I was going to be hiding my utter amazement at such a statement - was this girl for real! I truly thought she was having us on ... like seeing who'd take the bait ... but no, she just continued on with how masturbation was a total waste of time and thoroughly unnecessary ... like you'd only do it because you HAD to, not because you WANTED to. I felt so so so sorry for her and just wanted to embrace her and tell her what she was missing out on, but I continued to keep my mouth closed - mostly cos I wanted to hear what was going to be said next ... I was learning so much about these ppl.

Anyway, in the space of 40 minutes I managed to grab a peek into the lives of total strangers, and while I felt like I may be surrounded by a bunch of sad, sexually inhibited folk ... I did encounter a few shocks.

An older co-worker ... (let's call her "A") admitted that her husband had been nagging her for a threesome ... and that she thought watching porn was kinky (now, at this point I kinda jumped ahead and figured her husband ain't going to be getting his wish anytime soon) ... and the resident creepy co-worker (let's call him "D") piped up and began to divulge details of his adventures with porn on the net, and how his wife actually liked the fact that he has several online porn site subscriptions.

All the while the word kinky was being thrown around ... and was used to label everything from sex outside the bedroom to sex with chooks (no, don't even ask). And it got me thinking ... what is kinky anyway. How does one actually define the word "kinky"?

Personally, I see kinky as anything that I won't do ... like sex with chooks (though I do vaguely remember someone saying that sex with chooks was only meant to be an act men were capable of engaging in).

I'm pretty open minded about most things, but any kind of sex with animals (unless it's like-species fucking like-species) is just a little too kinky in my book. I don't care if it's group sex, interracial sex, same-sex sex ... younger/older guy with older/younger woman sex, it's all good ... no taboos there, but I draw the line at animals, anything painful (or likely to result in death ... see asphyxiation) or anything involving humiliation. In my sex life ... these are not going to happen (on my say so) but yeah, they still fall under the category of kinky.

To me, kinky isn't necessarily a 'bad' or negative word ... it just describes something that might be fun for some, but I personally can't see the appeal of. I guess it's something like fetishes, which are a really personal thing. Take for example how Mr Pervy needs to be bound and gagged while wearing a nappy, and then whipped by a women dressed in leather before he's able to have a good time... I'm sure he sees this as a little kinky (I know I sure as hell do) but it doesn't actually make it a bad thing.

I do find the ppl who are into S&M/B&D kind of weird, I mean the freaks who need the sting of a whip to get off, rather than the good, sweet lovin' of a nice God fearin' woman (Not to be confused with D&D freaks, who if it weren't for masturbation would never get off, and have a 75% chance that they will NEVER know the good, sweet love of any woman, God fearin' or otherwise.) I'm not sure if I'd define being tied up and blindfolded as kinky ... but bring in the whips and chains and I'm definitely able to bandy about the 'K' word.

I suppose kinky means different things for everyone. There are, of course, sexual acts that kinky just doesn't fit with ... like anything to do with children or rape, this most definitely falls into the category of sick, fucked-up mental cases. But I think I came to the realisation that there is no ONE definition of kinky (no matter what the fucking dictionary says) ... but that it may well (in my mind) have a strong association with the word "fetish".

I don't think I have any fetishes ... it seems like a very chic thing to have; maybe I should get myself one. Don't suppose anyone has any suggestions or recommendations as far as fetishes go that they'd like to share?

posted by The Princess 3:43 PM


Devoted to Viggo
Second Opinion.. The glow inside another red-crossed pelvis will drain when they crush that little bulb. Menstrual minstrels drift in from the weedless garden. The immaculate blue flame from the fake fireplace burns in the corner of my eye. Can't stop staring at nothing. A gloved hand opens the door, and the man enters soothingly, with an air of respect for the dead. Encourages us to look on the bright side. Black pants hide your pain afterwards, and there's a cookie on a napkin and a paper cup of red juice to replace your strength. We drive home without blinking because the sun isn't real .. . -Viggo Mortensen


Go here if you've arrived at my blog after searching for song lyrics. All the song lyrics I've ever posted on this blog can now be found by following the link above

Contact Me
Tell me how much you like my blog. Hah!


Mystery Site