After spending way too much time browsing through leather sex toys and fetish sites, I’ve decided on the newest addition to my collection. It’s a strapless black leather corset with studs that will just look so cute with my thigh high boots, studded collar, fishnet stockings, and leather whip. The getup is always a real crowd pleaser with my fuck toys (men), and I think they’ll like this new corset as well. Sometimes, after I’ve fucked and beat them until they pass out, I stay dressed up and whip my ass until it turns red, while watching “Pitch Black.”
Yeah, whatever, these assholes wouldn’t post my corrections to my previous article, so I had to hack in and post them myself. Read this now before these testosterone-loaded twits remove my brilliance or alter it yet again. -The Lesbian Militia
Back from the brink of breederhood, I lit out for the mountains with a pack of Marlboros, my four cats, my AK-47, and the new Melissa Etheridge album. After I…well, after the batteries in my vibrator died their own little death, I panted down a fag and let my eyes drink the beauty of Earth-Mother’ s forest. I felt a warm sense of camaraderie with the great womyn womb-spirits, and my mind traveled…back to the beginning of the year, back to forests and fighting and yoni. Back to “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.”
Hey everybody. Don’t have much in the way of news this morning, but I’ll run by a few quick things that are happening with your beloved FilmJerk.com.
First, guess who’s in rehab this time? Ben Affleck, man. Ben’s an alkie. Good for him. I’d be an alkie too after two years in a West Hollywood apartment with Matt Damon. Best of luck to you, brutha.
A discomfited George Lucas issued a press statement late Monday evening, shortly after he learned of the faux pas posting of the title of the new Star Wars movie on his website: