Taste test

*Reader Warning: 7/10 on the Pervert Richter. Filed under The Too-much Information Act*

Tastes change. I've noticed a change this year in the way I feel about many things...films, for instance. I'm just not as easily satisfied by your standard hokey plotline anymore. I've become a rather unforgiving critic, and I hate seeing loose ends flailing around in the plot, and nothing makes me gag harder than trying to swallow some hamfisted moral message with a sappy soundtrack backing it up. But that doesn't mean I haven't been able to find many films with which I've been quite content.

As far as my taste in drinks and food goes, that has changed substantially as well. I used to abhor pepper in all forms, and couldn't really handle anything spicier than a mild curry sauce. But I was out with L one night a few months back and tried a fresh jalapeno...and nothing has been the same since. I'm dousing my morning eggs with red savina puree and grinding peppercorn medley into everything I cook. Where liquor is concerned, I've come to prefer light whites (Riesling and Gewurtztraminer....where the hell are all the little accent marks in this format, anyway?) over your usual heavy cabs and so forth (though I'm still a sucker for Pinot Noir and some Petit Syrah). I don't like dark beer as much as I used to, and I can't fucking stand anything sweeter or more complicated than tequila or Jaeger. Besides, something about mixing sugar and alcohol does not bode well with me, and I often wind up fainting (not passing out, mind you...just a weird swoon brought on by blood sugar stuff) or feeling like shit after more than one sweet drink.

But that was all just foreplay to my main point. The thing is, my sexual interests seem to have evolved as well. I'm still a naughty little lustbucket 23 hours a day, and I still love...you know, all the things we all tend to love. Pleasure. I still masturbate myself awake a couple of times a week, and I still don't really get into sex toys. And as far as talking dirty goes, the more turned on I get the nastier my mouth gets until it's almost distracting...sometimes my L and I will wind up giggling in a sweaty heap just from something I've shouted or whispered in the heat of my climax. So that's still there, and I'll leave many other details as far as my sexual tastes up to the imagination. Everything is contextual, so what I want changes with my mood and the setting and the sort of day I've had, sure. But I used to really dig the rough stuff. Spanking and restraining and hair-tugging, name-calling, power roles and marks to explain at work that week, etcetera. Either role, dominant or submissive. But for some reason, that just doesn't do it for me anymore. It's not that I've tried it and stopped liking it, but more that it just doesn't seem to occur to me as an impulse or interest, at all. Maybe it's this relationship. The power balance is stable. We're peers. Neither of us could pretend otherwise. That, and our everyday sex is effortless, as well as the best ever, without any bells or whistles or electronic gadgets. But it's also just...me. I don't need the pain as much anymore, and the sudden, lashing violence (particularly the burden of all those props) itself just isn't as appealing. Who knows why. I'm trying not to think of it as good or bad, just indicative of change.

So I was startled this evening when L was playing his new Wii game (me spectating, procrastinating, gestating a paper I don't want to write), The Godfather: Black Hand Edition...and I found a new ::ahem:: interest I never knew I had, and one that I never had before. See, in this game (Wii fans, raise your nunchuks!), you kick ass, make threats, talk shit, and strangle people. The action command for strangulation is one of the most fucked-up things I've seen in a video game yet. I mean, the game itself is violent, sure--blood and shooting, blahblahblah. So, when you go to strangle someone, the wii remote vibrates gently as you spread the remotes, then squeeze, then shake them quickly, continuously downward while your victim's pulse grows louder and faster as you force him (or her) to the ground and eventually snap the neck with a crunch-pop sound. The first time I saw this, my face reddened and my jaw dropped. And then, wonder of wonders, I became aroused. I found myself....liking it. Hm. Interesting how tastes change. What'll come of this, who knows. I'm not saying anyone's going to find me naked with a noose around my neck, suspended over my toilet in an accidental masturbation death or anything. Don't worry. You'll find me in my bathtub drooling purple foam. (JOKE, okay?)

It's just, I don't know, interesting. I never thought of strangulation as exciting before, and suddenly I'm sitting here perving on a particularly violent Wii game. What the fuck?

Nice belt you got there.

Next week: Wedgies and ball gags! Who knew?