mesix (mesix) wrote,

Luck be a Lady tonight...

(Meta-note: I have been using a just wonderful website called 750words. It encourages me to write at least 750words a day, and so I have, for both Mesix and for my "real" identity. That's the site alluded to in the first few paragraphs.)

My normal self does not particularly have a ritual or routine to writing over here.

It's really just "okay, sure, time to write, let's do it." Which is great, and fine, as long as I do remember to do it at some point --She nearly forgot today. But when it comes down to the actual ritual of writing, there is nothing specific to be done but just write.

Mesix is a little different. See, at the very least, she requires certain moods in order to write. So, when writing my 750words, I tend to start by reading. ErosBlog, Erotiterrorist, Lily...whoever's posting, and whatever's good. Some days, I'll sift through the images on GoodShit, looking for that flush of inspiration (read: horniness). Some days I'll stop by Domai, to be knocked flat by the attractive girl of the day. But, unless it's been a very good day indeed, I need *something* to push myself into the proper Mesix mindset.

And then, when it comes to actually sitting down and getting the words done, I have a little bit of a ritual. A pre-writing exercise if you will. When I am ready to write, I start by opening YouTube in another window.

And watching Lady GaGa's "Bad Romance" video.

Oh sure, some nights I just listen to it, letting the hypersexual bouncypop wash over me in generous waves. Lady GaGa is an awesome soundtrack --she is enthusiastic and rhythmic and fun. Her music does not depress me, which is crucial to me being a good pornista.

And the music video for Bad Romance is sexy as hell. True, it doesn't necessarily always get my girly parts working, but there's a lot of absolute good in it. I enjoy watching the GaGa drop to her knees and crawl towards the man who wants to buy her. I like the way her eyes look out from her metal mask as she is posed among the diamonds. There is an appeal in the big eyed bathtub beauty being stripped, and the naked woman in the shower swaying her hips from side to side.

And then there's the dancing. And nowhere is that more interesting and powerful than the red lace outfit, who writhes on the floor, gyrating perfectly to the rhythm of the song, with a dozen background dancers doing exactly the same.

How often is rhythm alluded to in sex? A perfect rhythm, gradually increasing speed, of his thrusts inside her, his balls slapping in time against her ass. Rhythm is crucial, and as GaGa howls "I don't wanna be friends", her and her dancers make each movement in perfect synchrony. It's precise, and right on the beat, and sexy as hell. Too easy to imagine the bounce of the hips as they dance as an entirely different bounce, too easy and too fun!

I have the best sort of crush on GaGa, really. It's the kind where I can't decide whether I want to fuck her, or be her. Realistically, I know I don't want the second, but there's an appeal into becoming the next Fame Monster. As for the former, well... we all know the rumors. I'd love to find out which bits are true!
Tags: 750words, dancing, dangerouslily, domai, erosblog, goodshit, lady gaga, links, meta, on writing, shon, videos

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