pr0n, and (unrelated) my new job

Shall I watch an erotic thriller on channel 5? Shall I? And if I do, will it be that fake-looking woman with the cheekbones and the breasts so round that they must obey an entirely different law of physics?

No. It looks vaselined (I mean the lens, you smutty buggers), and a woman has just held a letter to her chest and sighed deeply. Ick!

But now there's nipple play and snogging! No wonder sex gets people confused! Did Mary Whitehouse die for this???

I was right about the bosoms though.

Moving onto other things... my "job" (it gets quote marks because the pay is really too pitiful to use the term convincingly) is, actually, great fun! I'm moderatin' an interactive TV chatroom where kids txt msg in, and yours truly decides whether they're suitable or not, and prevents nastiness of any kind getting to the screen.

Anyway, today I made what may well be the grave mistake of telling the kids (between 16 and 22) that I was a boy. So the next two hours were spent with me vainly trying to get them to talk about things other than "r u well fine? i bet ur well sexy". And - I shit you not - I had to break up a fight between two of the girls over who was allowed to chat me up! I should just tell them one or two choice hints about my physical appearance and they'd find their teenage libidos stopped in their tracks...

So that's what I'm doing with myself. Exciting or wot?

p.s. have I bigged up Laura Llew lately? No? Smacked wrist!

Posted by biondino at October 04, 2002 10:47 PM