tequilamockingbird.blogspot.com
I've been reading blogs lately. No, not the blog-surfing of people I know and people they know where it's just "today i went for lunch with who and who, then i watched movie with who and who", or the "i see the world without colour, i'm so depressed at 19, i'll never be happy again" variety..but famous (to some extent) and long-running blogs.
Two in particular: this one, and postmoderncourtesan.blogspot.com (introduced, all credit due, by karen from stmoney)
Now, the latter is written by a high class callgirl. She has a lot of sex, and I do mean ALOT. And she frequently blogs long, very detailed entries which are basically graphic descriptions of her dalliances.
Now granted, I did not avert my eyes the first time I read one of her sex posts. I read the whole thing through. I even thought it was sexy (not revolting like porn) and well-written.
But here's the thing: interspersed with her sex posts and various dalliances (there's russian men with dildos and butt plugs; ambitious 69-ing; a rather unconvincing frequency of men going down on her and multiple orgasms), are political rants, philanthropic causes etc etc
But the question is, after reading the graphic sex posts, who's gonna want to read about her actual opinions?! I'm pretty sure most of her readers are there for the online smut, NOT her opinion on bush.
Which brings me to this tequilamockingbird blog, which I think is some of the best writing I've come across in a long time. And honesly that's something coming from me, because, the thing is, I'm not that big a fan of non-fiction writing in this sense. I mean, I like biographies, but of famous political figures. I like reading the blogs of my friends - but because what they write about, and who they write about might actually be familiar, and matter, to me.
But I find it endlessly weird and implausible that people might care about a stranger's life, that the chronicling of things and people who aren't of any significance to them, might hold their attention.
But this girl - her name is julia - is just one of those people with the gift of making the most inane things acessible to the casual reader. (David Sedaris is like that too, in a different, shit-your-pants-laughing way). She's funny -really funny, yet writes really well about emotional issues - especially the many tragic events that have gone on in her life.
Like postmodern courtesan, she seems to have a really exciting life. But the experiences she blogs about are so varied, and so mixed with the mundane, so compelling that it is easy for me to believe that she is telling the truth - her writing has so much heart.
It's much easier than believing that postmoderncourtesan is having 3 orgasms a night, three times a week, and that she can remember every detail of the moments leading up to her climax.
So, just when I could not love julia -tequilamockingbird - more, I read this:
9.12.2002: "i struggle with this talk of war with iraq. our government parades its evidence in support of attacking iraq in front of us daily: they have "weapons of mass destruction." they have biological weapons capabilities. they're mean, and that one especially mean guy embarrassed my dad and made him lose to that guy from arkansas.
but, here's the thing: the united states has weapons of mass destruction. and, just last week, there was a news story about a security breach at a biological weapons facility in one of those square states out west somewhere. so, here's my question: how come we're allowed to have all this stuff, but we think that no one else should have it? how can we talk about going to war with a country because they have the same toys we do, and we don't like that? something seems fundamentally wrong with that logic. who died and left us to be the boss of all the other countries?! who do we think we are? and there are still americans who don't understand why the rest of the world doesn't love us. don't misunderstand -- our actions around the world don't justify what happened on 9/11. but, in my opinion, our actions around the world made it an inevitability."
This woman is impossible not to love.
The point of this long and meandering post is: go read her blog!
Two in particular: this one, and postmoderncourtesan.blogspot.com (introduced, all credit due, by karen from stmoney)
Now, the latter is written by a high class callgirl. She has a lot of sex, and I do mean ALOT. And she frequently blogs long, very detailed entries which are basically graphic descriptions of her dalliances.
Now granted, I did not avert my eyes the first time I read one of her sex posts. I read the whole thing through. I even thought it was sexy (not revolting like porn) and well-written.
But here's the thing: interspersed with her sex posts and various dalliances (there's russian men with dildos and butt plugs; ambitious 69-ing; a rather unconvincing frequency of men going down on her and multiple orgasms), are political rants, philanthropic causes etc etc
But the question is, after reading the graphic sex posts, who's gonna want to read about her actual opinions?! I'm pretty sure most of her readers are there for the online smut, NOT her opinion on bush.
Which brings me to this tequilamockingbird blog, which I think is some of the best writing I've come across in a long time. And honesly that's something coming from me, because, the thing is, I'm not that big a fan of non-fiction writing in this sense. I mean, I like biographies, but of famous political figures. I like reading the blogs of my friends - but because what they write about, and who they write about might actually be familiar, and matter, to me.
But I find it endlessly weird and implausible that people might care about a stranger's life, that the chronicling of things and people who aren't of any significance to them, might hold their attention.
But this girl - her name is julia - is just one of those people with the gift of making the most inane things acessible to the casual reader. (David Sedaris is like that too, in a different, shit-your-pants-laughing way). She's funny -really funny, yet writes really well about emotional issues - especially the many tragic events that have gone on in her life.
Like postmodern courtesan, she seems to have a really exciting life. But the experiences she blogs about are so varied, and so mixed with the mundane, so compelling that it is easy for me to believe that she is telling the truth - her writing has so much heart.
It's much easier than believing that postmoderncourtesan is having 3 orgasms a night, three times a week, and that she can remember every detail of the moments leading up to her climax.
So, just when I could not love julia -tequilamockingbird - more, I read this:
9.12.2002: "i struggle with this talk of war with iraq. our government parades its evidence in support of attacking iraq in front of us daily: they have "weapons of mass destruction." they have biological weapons capabilities. they're mean, and that one especially mean guy embarrassed my dad and made him lose to that guy from arkansas.
but, here's the thing: the united states has weapons of mass destruction. and, just last week, there was a news story about a security breach at a biological weapons facility in one of those square states out west somewhere. so, here's my question: how come we're allowed to have all this stuff, but we think that no one else should have it? how can we talk about going to war with a country because they have the same toys we do, and we don't like that? something seems fundamentally wrong with that logic. who died and left us to be the boss of all the other countries?! who do we think we are? and there are still americans who don't understand why the rest of the world doesn't love us. don't misunderstand -- our actions around the world don't justify what happened on 9/11. but, in my opinion, our actions around the world made it an inevitability."
This woman is impossible not to love.
The point of this long and meandering post is: go read her blog!
hi there, rachel. i just discovered this post today, and i wanted to tell you how much i appreciate your incredibly nice words! i'm flattered and humbled...and sad that i'm not having three orgasms a night.
at any rate, sorry to be so tardy in saying thanks, but...thanks.
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