I friended a porn star and now I’m adored

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So as you may know, I’ve come around on MySpace. I maintain that people over 30 who keep their full-time, all-inclusive blog on MySpace should flee from there. The software for the MySpace blogs is horrible. Moreover, very few people have a layout that doesn’t want to make you reach for a spoon with which you could scoop out your eyeballs (that was just for you, Jen).

Don’t ask how I surfed around & found this but i found out that there’s a woman working in adult films who is (1) Rubenesque, (2) a redhead, (3) a mother (4) my age (5) a Duran Duran fan and (6) named Eden. When I clicked the link for her blog, it took me to her MySpace profile. So since we have so much in common, including the whole sex industry part, I sent a friend request. I’m very liberal yet selective w/ the friend requests. If I see Sean Lennon, yes I’m going to ask him to be my friend (I’ve heard some of his new stuff — a-fucking-mazing). He approved me and so I am friends with Sean Lennon, which makes me liquid-nitrogen-cool.

So anyway…

I friended Eden The Starlet and I am very pleased that she approved my request. Here’s the flip side of having an adult film star as a friend: now the guys who send her salacious e-mail are sending me salacious e-mail.

I didn’t blog this but a few months back, I was briefly famous among some “voluptuous vixen” fans at Flickr, mostly for this photo of me looking sullen b/c the wind was blowing in my face and it was fucking cold out. I was trying to show my repurposed Cherry Bombs shirt. So it was nice to get compliments and no one ended up stalking me.

So what I guess I’m saying by blogging this is that everyone likes to be told they look nice. Sure we don’t based our whole personalities around “hot or not?” or “do ya think I’m sexy?” (cue bagpiper) but it’s human nature to want to be told, “Day-um!” I don’t mind if someone wants to look at me b/c he digs a big gal. I’m small for a big gal. Makes me feel all dainty. Besides, I think if I dug girls, I’d dig big gals myself, at least bigger than what’s usually presented for public consumption. Girls like Kate Winslet or Genevieve Gorder.

I don’t know what physical attribute I’d most like to be complimented on. I’ve always gotten hair comments, usually from little old ladies telling me how lucky I am to have either curly/wavy or red hair. Now that I can do with it what I like, I’d probably like hearing those.

I’ve had compliments on the T&A. I’m not opposed to those. With my post-partum figure, anyone who wants to say something positive about it is more than welcome. I’m actually pretty good at covering & disguising what doesn’t look great right now (that would be the remainder of the belly and the tree-trunk thighs).

General comments are also nice to hear. Once in a blue moon, Hawk will say, “You look nice” when we’re going out. This is code for “I want to get lucky later so I figured I’d better endear myself to you now.” Once he figures out how to comment in WordPress, he might have something to say about that. He had a comment for the ghost story (about a package that showed up inside our house on the lake, which I’d forgotten about) but didn’t know how to log out & log in. But back to the topic at hand…

So I’ve gotten a couple “hey baby, shake what your momma gave you” and “U R so Hawt lets chat sometime k”type of messages. I’ve also gotten friend requests from guys who have only friended hot-looking women (about about 1187 of them but all similar nonetheless). But I’m more selective than my friends Lewis Black and Jesus. I don’t allow just anyone into my inner sanctum. Unless of course they give me a “you are the foxiest bitch in the whole world.” Then, well, I relent. Until then, even the lascivious comments make me smile.

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