Someone had an erotic dream about me yesterday. Something to do with supermarket shelving and tinned goods falling about the place in a wild frenzy.
Sounds kinky. I think. Because right now I feel completely cavernous in light of a l’air sexuale. God, when was the last time I had an erotic dream? I usually have one at least once a week.
I think the Josef Fritzl book is starting to take its toll. It’s a perturbing biography, I mean, possibly the most harrowing history has ever told. And I blame this story on its adverse effect on my libido.
Even though my Moulin Rouge linen screams ‘brothel for one!’, and I feel like a nubile love machine betwixt those sheets.
The perverse and evil nature of this dude is making me recoil in horror.
They don’t give sexual details of what he did to his daughter – thank fuck for that – but you get the idea, since she has 5 children. (One died, and 2 got to live ‘upstairs’ with his original family.)
It defies the boundaries of even the darkest imagination. The reason I bought this book was to try and understand what brought on so much evil and hatred. What happened to this guy growing up that made him do this stuff? Does he have syphilis, like Robert Mugabe, or what?
He grew up in Nazi Austria, just after ‘Anschluss’, or what the Nazi’s termed ‘Connection.’ When in fact, they invaded Austria and completely took over. His father was a huge Nazi supporter, and he became ensconced and brainwashed by the need to control, just like Hitler.
I’m still trying to fathom who is more evil – interesting times to be had at Hell Inc. though. When Fritzl finally dies, him and Hitler being in the same room together should cause other Hell inhabitants a few headaches.
Anyway, it so turns out that coupled with a wayward father who left when he was 4, a mother who beat the crap out of him, Nazi’s reign in Austria, the ability to engineer bunkers, and obviously some fucked up Oedipus-like sexual perversion, the man was destined to be an evil fuck.
It’s during books like these, where I appreciate and thank the blue heavens for my upbringing and childhood.
It’s during times like these where I’m also going to be helluva appreciative to get my libido back over a Jilly Cooper soft cover. I’m sure gonna need it after this heavy read.
My mate who has a bar at her digs, is having us girls over because there is ‘too much booze in it and it’s just going to go to waste because it’s just sitting there.’ Well, hell we never like to waste. Waste not want not, gotta do the girl a favour here and drink up.
Gonna go as a nurse. Perhaps wearing my Sex Club Outfit might knock my libido into shape.
On that positive note, happy weekend everyone!