Learn all about the everyday life of the capital stripper!
Muscles
Admittedly, the spectacular all-boys strippers look hands, back and press. So five minutes before the show guys squeezed out and doing a lot of repetitions with a barbell on your back and triceps. And to the blood saturated with air, blowing up their muscles. However, the effect is brief - just enough muscle tone for ten minutes. Strip - it is hard physical work, after ten minutes of sitting in the dressing room sweating and tired and did not want ...
Appearance
Almost all guys his own diet, and after six in the evening "no-no." The diet consists of fresh fruit, nonfat cottage cheese, nuts, meat and products containing the protein. From the state of the body depends largely on your popularity and, accordingly, the fee. To maintain the visual appeal in a strip club all conditions. There are, for example, a solarium and a couple of treadmills. Twice a week coming up artist - snipping her hair and eyebrows, and who want - colors. We do not make beautiful, we find ourselves beginning to work with good data.
Fines
Yes, in a strip club fine staff, and the penalty grid is very diverse. Club only give a reason, and the size and number of fines for them will not rust. Fined almost everything: being late for work, chewing gum, smoking, alcohol use in the hall, out onto the stage without a smile, fight, failure to appear at a rehearsal. The fines range from $ 10 to $ 500. All this is summed up and "Present" the guys at the end of the month.
Pole
S Great strippers dance anywhere convenient, but poor dancer you know what prevents ... and the foundation strip, one of its rules - this pole. Samurai since fighting with swords, rather than sticks. When you stand next to the sixth, there is a million options, how to use it to do. You can be up anything! Especially when it looks heated to the temperature infernal audience chanting half-naked handsome man: "Go! Go!"
Sex for money
It is foolish to believe that guys do only a striptease, and all the rest of the loaf. Someone working day, someone learns from someone your business. Striptease - is not only kilohertz heart rhythms, but also a serious work, taking away a decent time and money producing normal. Another thing is that for many strippers sex for money initially uninteresting. Some have families, the second half ... This is pure stereotype that strippers - the prostitute. Yes, to be gigolo much easier than Pop. Striptease requires regular training, improvement. Although, of course, many familiar to me strippers willingly agree to the "second part marlezonskogo Ballet.
Sabtu, 24 Juli 2010
2 in 1 to All Men Who Pratice Bi-Orientation
It would be good to all men who practice bi-orientation, glue on the forehead of paper, as in "Inglourious Basterds". Only instead of the names of famous people to write short and clear: "Bisexual". To know immediately and not to get involved. It thinks all my numerous male environment (or easier - Gays). I've always been poboku, bisexual, I ignored, I thought it was just a game of this on two fronts, for the undecided. While this close does not concern my person.I have one friend who, incidentally, met with my other friends. Nice anoreksik, a copy of Gary Oldman "Sid and Nancy. We met with him once on the expanse of the "Three Monkeys", friends of tequila and went on to continue club raid. And then disaster struck. At seven o'clock in the morning there was a metamorphosis, as though it someone pressed the button "off. Gay" - "On. Natural."
- What are you doing? You're gay? - Elegantly climb the forehead my eyes.
- No, I'm bi - he proudly declares.
I was shocked. Honestly. It became for some reason, sorry for the gays. And I started The Bourne Identity, it became clear at the guys, who is who, in order to understand how to treat it, that bisexuality. Of course, you can climb to the Internet and read the notorious theory of Freud's uncle, that we all originally bisexual, and blah blah blah. But living examples are always interesting.
People unhappy
Some men bisexuality - this air back. "I sleep with boys, but the family - not just with girls," - said to me, startling Fyodor. This, of course, nicely thought out. That is just what it once and in the house - a normal person who simply advocating sexual freedom. Fedya makes it very cleverly finds a boy "a couple of times, and then dissociate himself from the topic a powerful bio-shield. Mole, I'm not, I'm here just waiting for the tram. Sometimes even worse when a wife and seven on the bench, and potential bi hard at work on both fronts. And justifies his betrayal of uncertain sexual orientation. A poor gays then half my life remember the phrase: "Are you well, but my wife already called ..." As a result, suffering wife and her lover, and himself entangled in his affections bisexual.
- Why is this happening?
- It's easier. Soothes, I half-Natural and the society should be ashamed.
- It's not bisexuality, and selfishness!
- One and the same - pretty smiles Fyodor.
It was from these Gaia is running like the devil from holy water.
One more unfortunate people - those that try to hide their true preferences under bi-mask.
- My bisexuality - a direct route to gays. The problem is that I'm a stranger everywhere. And gays are hostile to me, and straights - sighs a young boy of nineteen.
In this case, you can only hurt yourself, that's why an overwhelming percentage of suicides committed on the basis of uncertain orientation. This bisexuality - a kind of risk group. Therefore, dear shy sometimes better to accept a gay person, than to play in the face of sex.
People are happy
- What! This is a base for choice - convinces me another bi-representative - just think: you can consider all! In women, I like the one in the men more. It's like love winter and summer, rave and lounge. We just versatile, diverse!
Suspicious, of course, versatility. Here among a small percentage of gays Russia's hard to find a single, but just try to find among the entire population hermaphrodite? Bisexual loving I associate with the handling-goddess Kali, who wants to eat and fish and, forgive me, sit where you want.
- Yes you must understand you are! - Continues to broadcast an amateur diversity - do not I run away from responsibility. I just told everyone that bi. I am free, I can love a person, not the floor!
- And how? The result?
- Yes. We all three live.
- They also bi?
- No. A friend - a gay man and friend - Hetero. And I have them as a bridge that connects the two banks. Without me they could never love one another.
- And all happy? - I asked incredulously.
- Very! - Quite sincerely he says.
Start living the way Michel Foucault
Start living the way Michel Foucault, frankly, went wrong.
He was born in 1926 in a provincial French town of Poitiers. His father, Paul Foucault was respected in the district surgeon, Professor of Medicine - and thus, stability and social significance were provided not only him but also his son. Of course, provided that the child will continue dynasty (his grandfather was also a physician). However, a child from such a perspective was sick. Disgust aroused in him and he dad, who did not want a future thinker assimilate.
What was not so simple. Before the birth of a boy "booked" the name of Paul - so the tradition was called men in the family father. But my mother wanted a different name and insisted the child "supplied" the second - the so-called baby and Paul-Michel. He himself seemed like Michelle - if only to feel no kinship with the Father. In addition, Polmishel "in the school easily become a" Pulcinella "- the nickname stuck firmly: he, painful short-sighted boy, not the happiest success in school, insulting nickname, sooner or later there would be ...
Growing up and finding an independent, Foucault, and got rid of the "Fields" in its name, and from family responsibilities to become a doctor. In a sense, helped a mother again: though she was a daughter of the doctor, but supported the decision of his son to study the humanities. Father a little sad: on his feet, he still sent his younger brother Michel, is not so obstinate.
Michelle graduated from high school, decided to enroll in the Ecole Normale Supérieure - one of the most prestigious universities in France. Go failed, but the second attempt gave a stunning result: up to exams Michelle was the fourth in France!
Freak lone
Farewell to the family ended a quarrel with his father, all doldonivshim on medical careers. By this time, Michelle is fully aware of his own homosexuality, which was then considered illegal.
Because of all this in twenty years of Foucault, who came to study in Paris, has developed an unusually bad temper. The first university courses were accompanied by nothing but trouble. Michelle drank somewhere procured drugs. Continuing debauched, and his antics differed brutal originality: once slashed himself with a razor, and once it stopped hopping around with his knife for some students. Despite these "funny stories", his mind is not clouded. Students read the books interested him and was always ready to academic disputes, has surprised everyone with his erudition and flexible thinking.
But with fellow students and neighbors in your dorm relations were difficult. Participating is a scientific dispute - a pretty thing. But they Foucault so excited that he could arrange a fight. He lived in a room that he shared with five students, whom could not stand, and they - it. Students him, of course, aside: this is the crazy?
Because of the tensions caused by the proximity of his unpleasant people can not openly sell their sexual orientation, or simply relax, the life of Michel became a torture. In 1948, he swallowed pills, trying both to commit suicide. After that, his father dragged him to the Paris hospital of St. Anne to the famous specialist, where Michelle first met with a psychiatrist. But as a result of this incident, Foucault was a separate room - life has become easier.
Young Foucault was very upset by his homosexuality. Shame it felt society, but more authoritatively about it says psychiatrist in an effort to scientifically substantiate the inferiority of gay people and making diagnoses-sentences. "But where does such a special status of psychiatry? From what she decides what is normal, and that - no?" - Always thought Foucault, and later these questions, he opened a whole theory.
He was born in 1926 in a provincial French town of Poitiers. His father, Paul Foucault was respected in the district surgeon, Professor of Medicine - and thus, stability and social significance were provided not only him but also his son. Of course, provided that the child will continue dynasty (his grandfather was also a physician). However, a child from such a perspective was sick. Disgust aroused in him and he dad, who did not want a future thinker assimilate.
What was not so simple. Before the birth of a boy "booked" the name of Paul - so the tradition was called men in the family father. But my mother wanted a different name and insisted the child "supplied" the second - the so-called baby and Paul-Michel. He himself seemed like Michelle - if only to feel no kinship with the Father. In addition, Polmishel "in the school easily become a" Pulcinella "- the nickname stuck firmly: he, painful short-sighted boy, not the happiest success in school, insulting nickname, sooner or later there would be ...
Growing up and finding an independent, Foucault, and got rid of the "Fields" in its name, and from family responsibilities to become a doctor. In a sense, helped a mother again: though she was a daughter of the doctor, but supported the decision of his son to study the humanities. Father a little sad: on his feet, he still sent his younger brother Michel, is not so obstinate.
Michelle graduated from high school, decided to enroll in the Ecole Normale Supérieure - one of the most prestigious universities in France. Go failed, but the second attempt gave a stunning result: up to exams Michelle was the fourth in France!
Freak lone
Farewell to the family ended a quarrel with his father, all doldonivshim on medical careers. By this time, Michelle is fully aware of his own homosexuality, which was then considered illegal.
Because of all this in twenty years of Foucault, who came to study in Paris, has developed an unusually bad temper. The first university courses were accompanied by nothing but trouble. Michelle drank somewhere procured drugs. Continuing debauched, and his antics differed brutal originality: once slashed himself with a razor, and once it stopped hopping around with his knife for some students. Despite these "funny stories", his mind is not clouded. Students read the books interested him and was always ready to academic disputes, has surprised everyone with his erudition and flexible thinking.
But with fellow students and neighbors in your dorm relations were difficult. Participating is a scientific dispute - a pretty thing. But they Foucault so excited that he could arrange a fight. He lived in a room that he shared with five students, whom could not stand, and they - it. Students him, of course, aside: this is the crazy?
Because of the tensions caused by the proximity of his unpleasant people can not openly sell their sexual orientation, or simply relax, the life of Michel became a torture. In 1948, he swallowed pills, trying both to commit suicide. After that, his father dragged him to the Paris hospital of St. Anne to the famous specialist, where Michelle first met with a psychiatrist. But as a result of this incident, Foucault was a separate room - life has become easier.
Young Foucault was very upset by his homosexuality. Shame it felt society, but more authoritatively about it says psychiatrist in an effort to scientifically substantiate the inferiority of gay people and making diagnoses-sentences. "But where does such a special status of psychiatry? From what she decides what is normal, and that - no?" - Always thought Foucault, and later these questions, he opened a whole theory.
NAVAL the GAYS FIGURE
Naval figure
I regret to admit it, but the great and terrible Frederic Beigbeder thus, paradoxically, is human. Love actually includes three successive phases. No, of course, it's not three years. Love can last for decades. Lucky they live together until old age, mere mortals flee. How are things with a French decadent?
"In the first year they say:" If you go, I will kill myself. "
In the second year they say: "If you go, I will be hurt, but I will survive."
In the third year they say: "If you go, I obmoyu is champagne.
Vibrations, waves, the ups and downs ...
A sea upset again
"In the first year to buy furniture"
Frederic Beigbeder
Who of us knows the feeling, when only meets his love, when I first looked into his eyes and drown in them? Then take the first tentative steps, you come trying to talk and not feel like an idiot at the same time. With age, this process is harder and harder: the legs do not obey, tongue-tied, vocabulary runs out at the sight of the most beautiful men on earth. You fall in love. Not gradually. Go. From the edge of the quarry. Stumbling into the pool. Do not you find a place for himself, all the time something is missing. You're like an earthen vessel, which had been found somewhere on the excavation of the ancient city. He gathered up the pieces, glued all the pieces found, but one piece still missing. And not on the neck, and at the very bottom. And it deprives you of balance and fullness. You always lose something, all the time because something is poured.
Every time a new way. Each new boyfriend is not like the previous one. Abdominal something aches and shivers. You seem to drown in the waves of the most beautiful feeling which may have a man. You are extending a hand from the watery depths and shouting: "Help!", But hardly anyone is able to help you. The only recourse - a reply that same feeling. And - oh, the Almighty! - You get this reciprocity. Blessed are those who hunger, for they shall be filled. Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.
And now there is reason not to stay at work, made sense to rush under full sail home. Do not exceed speed, and on public transport with a desperate strength to hold himself, gagged with his hands, so as not to cry out to the driver: "Hurry!" I'm dying without it! " You gasp without him, the air filled with fumes and the heavy smell. Without it, the space expands, you always feel uncomfortable and lonely. Without it, the time is stretched, all processes are slowed down. You do not know what to do with themselves in anticipation of meeting with him.
And then you reach a hand to the phone, because you know: a second call he. He says he misses you. And you will again raises all the sails and catch favorable winds, and cleave the waves, bringing the meeting. As soon as your eyes meet his, time begins to run with incredible speed and space compressed, shrouding your. Only two of you.
Brings you everything. There is nothing that you could divide, distract from each other. Both of you - one. You are viewing each other's thoughts. You can talk incessantly. Watch a movie on the couch in the living room turns into an act of love hot. Do you drink each other, quenches his thirst. "I remember all your cracks" - is just about it.
I regret to admit it, but the great and terrible Frederic Beigbeder thus, paradoxically, is human. Love actually includes three successive phases. No, of course, it's not three years. Love can last for decades. Lucky they live together until old age, mere mortals flee. How are things with a French decadent?
"In the first year they say:" If you go, I will kill myself. "
In the second year they say: "If you go, I will be hurt, but I will survive."
In the third year they say: "If you go, I obmoyu is champagne.
Vibrations, waves, the ups and downs ...
A sea upset again
"In the first year to buy furniture"
Frederic Beigbeder
Who of us knows the feeling, when only meets his love, when I first looked into his eyes and drown in them? Then take the first tentative steps, you come trying to talk and not feel like an idiot at the same time. With age, this process is harder and harder: the legs do not obey, tongue-tied, vocabulary runs out at the sight of the most beautiful men on earth. You fall in love. Not gradually. Go. From the edge of the quarry. Stumbling into the pool. Do not you find a place for himself, all the time something is missing. You're like an earthen vessel, which had been found somewhere on the excavation of the ancient city. He gathered up the pieces, glued all the pieces found, but one piece still missing. And not on the neck, and at the very bottom. And it deprives you of balance and fullness. You always lose something, all the time because something is poured.
Every time a new way. Each new boyfriend is not like the previous one. Abdominal something aches and shivers. You seem to drown in the waves of the most beautiful feeling which may have a man. You are extending a hand from the watery depths and shouting: "Help!", But hardly anyone is able to help you. The only recourse - a reply that same feeling. And - oh, the Almighty! - You get this reciprocity. Blessed are those who hunger, for they shall be filled. Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.
And now there is reason not to stay at work, made sense to rush under full sail home. Do not exceed speed, and on public transport with a desperate strength to hold himself, gagged with his hands, so as not to cry out to the driver: "Hurry!" I'm dying without it! " You gasp without him, the air filled with fumes and the heavy smell. Without it, the space expands, you always feel uncomfortable and lonely. Without it, the time is stretched, all processes are slowed down. You do not know what to do with themselves in anticipation of meeting with him.
And then you reach a hand to the phone, because you know: a second call he. He says he misses you. And you will again raises all the sails and catch favorable winds, and cleave the waves, bringing the meeting. As soon as your eyes meet his, time begins to run with incredible speed and space compressed, shrouding your. Only two of you.
Brings you everything. There is nothing that you could divide, distract from each other. Both of you - one. You are viewing each other's thoughts. You can talk incessantly. Watch a movie on the couch in the living room turns into an act of love hot. Do you drink each other, quenches his thirst. "I remember all your cracks" - is just about it.
Montague Glover and Ralph Hall: a gentleman and a cheerful Cockney
But the couple, in general, no fame - because they were the most ordinary people. Elder, Montague Glover, was the architect of freelance and amateur photographers, Jr., Ralph Hall, had not anyone special to go before met with Glover and after the meeting officially began working for him as a personal servant (in those days as we remember, and we are talking about the first half of the twentieth century, every British gentleman is quite a need to have "his personal gentleman").
Montague, or, as everyone called him, Monty was born in 1898 in a family that belonged to the middle class of Great Britain. He studied in a decent school, at age 18 got to the front of the First World War, was awarded the Military Cross for bravery.
On War by Monty, incidentally, were partly lyrical memories:
"In the trenches of World War I British men are entering to love each other for real, without shame or pretense, under the threat of sudden death, began to find in the faces of other young people consolation sent down from another world, a faint hope, which could cpasti even in the mud , shit, rotting pieces of human flesh. While Europe among its senseless loss mean dying, men liked.
His experience in this composed in direct contradiction with the memories of another member of the First World by Richard Aldington (from "Death of a Hero"):
Soldiers friendship during the war - is very special, a real, beautiful friendship, which you never find another like him, at least in Western Europe. I want to immediately disabuse inveterate sodomites among my readers: resolutely declare once and for all, that in this Friendship was not a hint of homosexual love. many months, even years, I lived and slept among the soldiers and some had been friendly. But I have never heard a single more or less ambiguous sentences; never saw any signs of sodomy and never did not see anything that would allow the suspect, if such relations exist.
It is interesting to compare - as if they lived in some parallel universes. It is assumed (because it is unlikely that someone lied to them), that those who liked it cleverly concealed, and Aldington did not want to see - and really did not see.
After the war, Monty was living in London, studied architecture and amateur photography. That kept the negatives of his shots enabled him to get into history and became the basis for a book written by James Gardiner A Class Apart: The Private Pictures of Montague Glover. Photos, which we can judge from this book, an impressive collection of images of the lower classes: workers, soldiers, sailors, etc. Some Glover photographed on the street, others, judging by the white wall behind, invited into their makeshift studio.
Montague, or, as everyone called him, Monty was born in 1898 in a family that belonged to the middle class of Great Britain. He studied in a decent school, at age 18 got to the front of the First World War, was awarded the Military Cross for bravery.
On War by Monty, incidentally, were partly lyrical memories:
"In the trenches of World War I British men are entering to love each other for real, without shame or pretense, under the threat of sudden death, began to find in the faces of other young people consolation sent down from another world, a faint hope, which could cpasti even in the mud , shit, rotting pieces of human flesh. While Europe among its senseless loss mean dying, men liked.
His experience in this composed in direct contradiction with the memories of another member of the First World by Richard Aldington (from "Death of a Hero"):
Soldiers friendship during the war - is very special, a real, beautiful friendship, which you never find another like him, at least in Western Europe. I want to immediately disabuse inveterate sodomites among my readers: resolutely declare once and for all, that in this Friendship was not a hint of homosexual love. many months, even years, I lived and slept among the soldiers and some had been friendly. But I have never heard a single more or less ambiguous sentences; never saw any signs of sodomy and never did not see anything that would allow the suspect, if such relations exist.
It is interesting to compare - as if they lived in some parallel universes. It is assumed (because it is unlikely that someone lied to them), that those who liked it cleverly concealed, and Aldington did not want to see - and really did not see.
After the war, Monty was living in London, studied architecture and amateur photography. That kept the negatives of his shots enabled him to get into history and became the basis for a book written by James Gardiner A Class Apart: The Private Pictures of Montague Glover. Photos, which we can judge from this book, an impressive collection of images of the lower classes: workers, soldiers, sailors, etc. Some Glover photographed on the street, others, judging by the white wall behind, invited into their makeshift studio.
VALERY PECHEYKIN: BEING A GAY IN LIFE
The whole world - bed
Valery Nugatov - a poet for all and for anyone. Most will understand what he wrote in his "white poetry", but most do not understand why, calling himself a poet, he rhymes posts. However, Nugatov not only a poet but also a translator of works by Maurice Maeterlinck, John Faulz novels, Irvine Welch, George Bataya and many others. Thanks to his talent in Russian came "Tiresias" Marcel Zhuando and "The agony of a member of" Francois-Paul Aliber. This is my first question.
Not being gay, you translated texts "homosexual content". What did you feel during this work?
Oh, it was an unforgettable experience! To begin with, that Zhuando, Aliber, and others of the same orientation I was translating, not because they are gay and they write about gays, but because their works have unquestionable artistic value. This is important. Besides craft akin to an interpreter craft of the actor and suggests some degree of transformation (in the author and his characters), without which, probably impossible to truly successful, interesting and lively translation. For example, translating "Trainspotting" by Irvine Welch, I was partly to get into the skin addict, psychopath or HIV-positive, although, fortunately, was neither one nor the other, nor the third. Well, or the need to translate a novel written by, say, on behalf of the serial maniac, no one is not required to present a record finish off the victims.
But why go far, I do not just happen to translate works written by women - both traditional and nontraditional orientation: for example, Gabriel Wittkop, Susan Sontag and Margaret Atwood. In general, the literature so might just as well that allows you to try uncharacteristic and even alien to your role, compelling look at the world and your own place in it under different and sometimes mutually angles. And the translation - perhaps the most intimate way to communicate with literary work. Returning to Aliber, Zhuando and others, I myself would be interested from a professional point of view to know the extent to which managed to convey specific homosexual nuances and subtexts.
In 2007 you had a poetry festival "in bed with Nugatovym. And how deeply "bogged down" in bed modern poetry?
I think in bed (and often quite stale) is caught not only modern poetry, and contemporary art and contemporary music, and contemporary politics, and the whole social life. To paraphrase a classic, I could exclaim: "The whole world - the bed, and the people in her fuck. Although, of course, but also sleep, eat, fart, get sick and die. In other words, soft bed is a huge place in the life of modern man (as opposed, for example, from a man of the Stone Age). Why did this happen? Apparently, because of the natural human tendency to comfort, warmth, soft mattress, rhythmic body movements, sweet dreams. Of course, the bed pampered yourself person, but are we entitled to condemn him for it? Surely after all the wars, disasters, hardships, crises, epidemics, depression and hard labor he has no right to a well-deserved rest?
Poetry, in my opinion, too much podustala, fizzled out, overspend, and withered, her days are numbered, and she is keen to calm a horizontal position. That is why the bed and provides the most reliable checkpoint in great literature: if a poet or a poet good at it, they compose poems as sure as anything can be and survive.
Interviewed by Valery Pecheykin
Valery Nugatov - a poet for all and for anyone. Most will understand what he wrote in his "white poetry", but most do not understand why, calling himself a poet, he rhymes posts. However, Nugatov not only a poet but also a translator of works by Maurice Maeterlinck, John Faulz novels, Irvine Welch, George Bataya and many others. Thanks to his talent in Russian came "Tiresias" Marcel Zhuando and "The agony of a member of" Francois-Paul Aliber. This is my first question.
Not being gay, you translated texts "homosexual content". What did you feel during this work?
Oh, it was an unforgettable experience! To begin with, that Zhuando, Aliber, and others of the same orientation I was translating, not because they are gay and they write about gays, but because their works have unquestionable artistic value. This is important. Besides craft akin to an interpreter craft of the actor and suggests some degree of transformation (in the author and his characters), without which, probably impossible to truly successful, interesting and lively translation. For example, translating "Trainspotting" by Irvine Welch, I was partly to get into the skin addict, psychopath or HIV-positive, although, fortunately, was neither one nor the other, nor the third. Well, or the need to translate a novel written by, say, on behalf of the serial maniac, no one is not required to present a record finish off the victims.
But why go far, I do not just happen to translate works written by women - both traditional and nontraditional orientation: for example, Gabriel Wittkop, Susan Sontag and Margaret Atwood. In general, the literature so might just as well that allows you to try uncharacteristic and even alien to your role, compelling look at the world and your own place in it under different and sometimes mutually angles. And the translation - perhaps the most intimate way to communicate with literary work. Returning to Aliber, Zhuando and others, I myself would be interested from a professional point of view to know the extent to which managed to convey specific homosexual nuances and subtexts.
In 2007 you had a poetry festival "in bed with Nugatovym. And how deeply "bogged down" in bed modern poetry?
I think in bed (and often quite stale) is caught not only modern poetry, and contemporary art and contemporary music, and contemporary politics, and the whole social life. To paraphrase a classic, I could exclaim: "The whole world - the bed, and the people in her fuck. Although, of course, but also sleep, eat, fart, get sick and die. In other words, soft bed is a huge place in the life of modern man (as opposed, for example, from a man of the Stone Age). Why did this happen? Apparently, because of the natural human tendency to comfort, warmth, soft mattress, rhythmic body movements, sweet dreams. Of course, the bed pampered yourself person, but are we entitled to condemn him for it? Surely after all the wars, disasters, hardships, crises, epidemics, depression and hard labor he has no right to a well-deserved rest?
Poetry, in my opinion, too much podustala, fizzled out, overspend, and withered, her days are numbered, and she is keen to calm a horizontal position. That is why the bed and provides the most reliable checkpoint in great literature: if a poet or a poet good at it, they compose poems as sure as anything can be and survive.
Interviewed by Valery Pecheykin
Jumat, 23 Juli 2010
GAY GLAM-ROCKER STEREOTYPE
99% of them claimed to be the reincarnation of Andy Warhol. Some even claim to be descendants of Basquiat. Glam-rocker is a type of gay are obsessed with glam rock and new wave. Some of them still think that in the 80s is "THE GOLDEN AGE OF MUSIC AND FASHION". In addition to the culture like New Romantics, they also store latent obsession to become a musical composer and a dream to play on Broadway.
TRADEMARKS GAY glam-rocker:
APPEARANCE:
Since most are obsessed with David Bowie and repeatedly watching Hedwig And The Angry Inch on DVD enternya play, they sometimes wore powder on his cheeks, wearing a super tight leather pants and biker-style jacket look.
If you're wanting to seem casual, glam-rocker who buy the latest Prada and so away from the Goth STYLE.
CAREER / EDUCATION glam-rocker:
Education is not relevant to them, become a DJ and Freelance fashion stylist is corporate in the capital is a primary goal. For those not lucky might still be trapped as a HAIR stylist who worked on wedding events or working nine-to-five at the Bank.
The workers nine-to-five is sometimes wears a tie or a pink shirt at weekend (indicating that they were still single and ready to party).
Glam-rocker FAVORITE MUSIC GAY:
David Bowie, Brian Eno, Bryan Ferry, Bryan Adams, Roxy Music, Slade, Judas Priest (Rob Halford), Queen (Freddie Mercury), Modern Home, Psychedelic furs, Adam Ant, Billy Idol.
TRADEMARKS GAY glam-rocker:
APPEARANCE:
Since most are obsessed with David Bowie and repeatedly watching Hedwig And The Angry Inch on DVD enternya play, they sometimes wore powder on his cheeks, wearing a super tight leather pants and biker-style jacket look.
If you're wanting to seem casual, glam-rocker who buy the latest Prada and so away from the Goth STYLE.
CAREER / EDUCATION glam-rocker:
Education is not relevant to them, become a DJ and Freelance fashion stylist is corporate in the capital is a primary goal. For those not lucky might still be trapped as a HAIR stylist who worked on wedding events or working nine-to-five at the Bank.
The workers nine-to-five is sometimes wears a tie or a pink shirt at weekend (indicating that they were still single and ready to party).
Glam-rocker FAVORITE MUSIC GAY:
David Bowie, Brian Eno, Bryan Ferry, Bryan Adams, Roxy Music, Slade, Judas Priest (Rob Halford), Queen (Freddie Mercury), Modern Home, Psychedelic furs, Adam Ant, Billy Idol.
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