tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1870069212223825401.post7923640257462617757..comments2024-03-28T03:27:26.345-04:00Comments on Dee-lusions of Grandeur: Steam Cleaning Gets Out All the Wrinkles!Dee Mentiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07798903090538917010noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1870069212223825401.post-46985560364706510742017-06-30T17:38:59.230-04:002017-06-30T17:38:59.230-04:00Fair cop. I suspect my fantasy-brain is limited at...Fair cop. I suspect my fantasy-brain is limited at the moment because of the pondering. However, your suggested version is actually pretty good. Can't tell you're good at captions AT ALL!Joanna Colehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03765570687013090805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1870069212223825401.post-42830978490941745512017-06-29T15:49:41.064-04:002017-06-29T15:49:41.064-04:00It reminds me of the scene in Kentucky fried movi...It reminds me of the scene in Kentucky fried movie where a guy is shagging a buxom lady in the shower with wonderful squishy results. I re wound that bit of the tape rather often.<br />I have often hoped to recreate that. Apart from that i can not think of any other bathroom/shower based fantasy. I well try and have one tonight. Ianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11089075373700373443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1870069212223825401.post-77638805143378821202017-06-28T19:38:50.447-04:002017-06-28T19:38:50.447-04:00Is that really a fantasy though, or more of a regr...Is that really a fantasy though, or more of a regret or pondering? <br /><br />A fantasy is more like "One day you were grading papers and one of the girl students was mad that you graded her essay exam harshly so she pulled out a voodoo doll that looked just like you .. and started dressing it in women's clothing. Then she whispered something into its ear, and found that you were compelled to act out whatever she had said, apparently this time it was "dance around on your toes like a ballerina! Who knows what she was going to do next, but you were certainly going to find out!"<br /><br />PS. Check out the "Absolutely Bonkers" caption, it's sort of British and up your alley I think!Dee Mentiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07798903090538917010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1870069212223825401.post-9878993978623254442017-06-28T15:47:46.454-04:002017-06-28T15:47:46.454-04:00As for my own fantasy, washing away my existing li...As for my own fantasy, washing away my existing life and starting anew... At present I find myself returning to University in my mind, that heady part before I met my first girlfriend and before I quite knew what to do with the parts of me that I sort of now accept. I would probably seek to wear clothes that matched how I felt, I would have spent some money on a few dresses and underwear. I would have bought some nightwear. I would have slunk in and out of halls and the kitchen, attended lectures dressed and shaved on my face. I would have attended the various societies of which I was a part dressed as I would like to be dressed. I would have grown out my hair. I would not have used my real name, my birth name, and I would have changed it somehow so that new people would not know any other name. By the Christmas, when I visited home, I would have created a new life. I would have hidden it slightly at home, just had the longer hair and the underwear, but I would have developed through to the Easter at University so that by that holiday I would have my hair styled in a femme way when going home and in drab.<br /><br />I would have joined the LGBT (T newly added back then) society and probably learned what I was coming out about and thus come out. I would not have had my first girlfriend that I had. I would probably not have had a girlfriend. I certainly would not have had a boyfriend. I would have been lonelier but more honest. I may even have been more at peace than I was at University. I would have been bullied more, at home and at University. But I would have been me, genuinely myself.<br /><br />At present, that's my biggest fantasy and the only way I can describe washing away my life and starting anew. Hardly a raunchy one, but a true fantasy I feel.Joanna Colehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03765570687013090805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1870069212223825401.post-21866057036909531642017-06-28T15:30:53.698-04:002017-06-28T15:30:53.698-04:00A fascinating look behind the curtain!
I always t...A fascinating look behind the curtain!<br /><br />I always thought that fantasies were to be discussed and thought about as they are obviously windows into the way our minds work. They also provide a means by which to monitor how we are changing ourselves and ideas as a well-worn fantasy may take on extra aspects and different directions over time and you can, or one can, compare the current iteration to an older version to see what has changed and what has stayed the same.<br /><br />Oddly enough, I was considering that interface between reality, captions and fantasy - how one projects self into captions or literature etc - this morning on the way into work. Considering how memories can be fetishised and changed to fit the narrative that one wishes to weave over a particular event so much that the original memory becomes overwritten with the new code and there's no way of saving or referring to the legacy code any more, and all you have is the concoction.<br /><br />Reading your fantasy here, with all its optional extras, I am struck by just how much it reads like a choose your own adventure novel, itself reminiscent of logic gates and the programming that I can recall back from when I did some in the late 1980s and early 1990s - so probably a projection of myself because you mentioned coding in the story itself.<br /><br />Thought-provoking as ever.Joanna Colehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03765570687013090805noreply@blogger.com