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Saturday, November 14, 2009

Of Fetishes, fetishists

I love women.  Not a shocking statement.  But let me be clear.  I love women in the sense of appreciate them and, maybe, worship them, in a way.  Women are so unique to men in their personalities and thoughts and worldview.  Physically they are beautiful in ways men can never be - even Ricky Martin or Brad Pitt.  Men may be the prototype, but women are perfectly engineered.  When you combine this physical beauty with the intellectual beauty and unique-ness of women, you get something beyond sensory or sensuous.  A truly beautiful woman is more beautiful than an other beautiful object or scene around her.

As men we cheapen everything.  We exploit people for our own enjoyment.  Supermodels, actresses, stewardesses (not really stewardesses) are most successful when they are pandering sex.  But they would never admit they are pandering sex.  It is beneath them.  Women in porn are exploited, but again, many are in denial  Which brings me to one of my favourite categories of sex symbols - the fetish models and pin-up models. 

Whenever you see pin-ups and kustom kulture girls, and fetish models, you see a woman who knows exactly what her role is, but she is in on the game.  There is almost a good natured sense of fun where we all know it is kind of a joke.  You don't really get that idea with the supermodel or the porn star or even the stripper.  Or even the girl working at hooters. 

The fetish model knows she is a model.  She represents something and in a way over-acts to emphasize some aspect of the role/fetish.  This bit of over the top, is ust enough to kind of keep us all honest.  Does that mean it isn't arousing and sensuous? No, absolutely not, in some ways they are more sensuous in a kind of exhibitionist way.

I love the pin-up models because the represent that kind of repressed wanton-ness we imagine was surging through the veins of the girls in the 30s, 40s and 50s... The pin-up and the fetish model are in the business of teasing us.  But it is a good natured "we're all in on it" tease.  Even strippers dont get to that point mostly because at some point they are naked when everyone else has their clothes on.

So here is a salute to some fetish/pin-up fun, hope you enjoy

~Reverend Mike

Train Crushers (yeah serious)


Smoking bad girls...
...  literally

Darenzia



And our modern take on the pin-up



Gee, thanks ladies....

~Reverend Mike






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Saturday, November 7, 2009

Working in a van Pt 1

Used to be cool.  I had a nice 3 car garage to work in.  My parts were scattered from hell to breakfast.  Frames and bikes were everywhere.  Didn't matter what I kept or what I threw away or sold or bought.  Everything was in a nice insulated, dry ass place.

Then I moved.  Upgraded houses, or so I thought.  Actually I had to move for family reasons - not because I wanted to.  So we found a nice house, in a not too bad place, with some extra land/property.  But no garage.  And it was quite a bit smaller.

In the course of moving we found out that we were WAY short of storage space.  So we bought a shipping container.  That is cool but it hasn't worked out yet because we haven't really properly planned how to utilize the space.  The bikes were left out and all the workshop gear was crammed into our wonder bread van. 


So ultimately the bikes got covered - duh - after some surface rust and most of the work takes place in the criveway with no work bench, grinder, vice, etc.  SO the quest now is to get the van going as a workshop.  It can be powered, does have lights, etc and some workspace.  Oh and 2 years of fucking clutter.  So the FC has to be moved somewhere (container?)  which FIRST has to be arranged to accept it.  Then comes the challenge of creating usable work space.

More to come, no doubt...

Rev Mike

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