And so, another weekend is over. And I've had the wild and partying experiences of:
- Writing summaries of 96 sex education cards
- Writing an article for More
- Writing a piece for iVillage
- Writing a piece for Revolution
On the plus side, when my wrists have been aching from too much typing (yes, that's typing) I've been reading Man or Mouse by Matt Whyman, which he posted to me after I met him. Luckily, it's fab because he's becoming a mate and I'd hate to have to make polite noises about a book I hated.
In other news, did more TV this week. It was a a pundit thing for a Sky One show on weird fantasies. One of the fetishes I had to talk about was balloon play. We had to stop the tape rolling cos I was in hysterics when they told me the case study about 'Brian' who had a collection of over 10,000 balloons. He'd semi-inflate them, shape them into a vagina and fuck the balloons. The bit that set me off is that apparently he had his favourite balloons (leading me to ask if he let the other balloons down gently)
Apparently, when he was younger, his parents kept finding semen covered bits of burst balloons in his room.
And he gave the researcher balloons when she left.
One of the questions I was asked is "Why is a balloon sexy?"
Like *I* know. Personally, have never got off on a balloon. Even a really big phallic shaped one. Not that I have anything against balloon fetishists - each to their own - but I don't really get it.
My favourite question was
"Is it important to share your fetish with friends and family?"
I was so tempted to say "Yes." I mean, could you imagine the conversation.
"Mum, dad, just thought I'd mention that I love fucking balloons."
"That's nice dear. Another cup of tea?"
Was also commenting on people who like watching women stamping on snails, people who fantasise about cannibalism, watersports and all manner of fun things. My life is odd.
This week, I've got another TV thing - the World Sexual Records. They've decided that they want me to judge almost all the records now, so I'm going to be commenting on the loudest orgasm, most resistance to naked women (eg, seeing how long a bloke can not get an erection when being gyrated in front of) and various other lewd things.
Think I may be turning into the definition of a media whore. Such is life.
Posted by emilyd at July 28, 2003 12:36 AM