Matt owns a white, square-faced ute that farts. True. He and Leah pull up the front of our house, there is a tooting, hissing "PHVOOOT!" sound. The chassis drops with a loud THUNK ( Read more... )

Too hot ( Read more... )

Men. Lads. Fellas.

Being terrified of asking out a girl is okay at 16. At 16, we're probably as big as you are, beat you at school sports last year and are smarter than you. So it's okay, really.
Scared at 16 = normal, seeing I was better at literature, art and that basic programming class than you were. I might even have been taller ( Read more... )

There's something about watching Rage at silly hours that brings out the Media Studies geek within ( Read more... )

Posters at train stations and tram stops tell us that Metcard (ticket) inspectors are 'here for our safety ( Read more... )

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She pulls the laces behind me, forcing me forward.
I am a marionette, pulled then pushed.
Chest OUT. Arse UP. Waist PERFECT. I stroll towards the mirror; I am Mae West, Dita Von Teese, the power of two Bettys (Grable/Page) rolled into one.

This is corsetry. And it feels oh-so-lovelyPerhaps it is testament to the woman who laces me up. She ( Read more... )

Bunnies, beavers, dolphins, elephants. There are a many zoological variations on the infamous Rabbit-style vibrator. I'm surrounded! They're everywhere! It's enough to make a girl... nervous.

Melbourne Sexpo 2007 is a mad bazaar ranging from the boring (penis-shaped chocolates), to adorable (bondage-themed I Rub My Ducky - LOVE the ballgag!) to ( Read more... )