Salutations, traveler of The Internets! Welcome to William's Bloody Hell, so named after our founder, Sir Bloody William.
He is seen in the likeness above in a rare, 19th century woodcut. This
image was rumoured to have been
commissioned after a bout of unpleasantness
in the White Chapel district of London. Do enjoy your stay and peruse our many, varied offerings, much of which cannot be found elsewhere!
:: Today's soundtrack: She Wants Revenge "Sister" ::
I rented The Notorious Bettie Page the other day. I quite enjoyed the film and its look at fetish model Bettie when she posed for photos in corsets in the 1950s. In case you didn't know, back then, a woman wearing thigh high leather boots was considered to be deviant and immoral, as opposed to today when you can see that sort of thing hanging in the window of a Hot Topic outlet shop in every mall in the country. Fifty years ago, the government even cracked down on such photography with an official inquiry citing that viewing such photos would encourage sexual deviance and juvenile delinquency. The way the movie portrayed Bettie Page, an actual God fearing Christian girl of the South, she looked at it like this: some men like looking at women in bathing suits, and other men like looking at women in leather corsets, so what was the difference? You know what? I happen to agree.
I mean, women in leather may not be YOUR thing, it might not even be MY thing (I'll plead the Fifth as far as that goes), but it sure as heck is somebody's thing, and if you can have yours and I can have mine, why not them? It takes all kinds, right? To me, so long as no one is under aged and everything is consensual, who am I to say they can't have their fetish?
This also reminds me of another film, Secretary. While I am loathe to admit that I actually enjoyed a James Spader movie that isn't Pretty In Pink (and that one's a gimme anyway), there was something about this film that struck a true chord with me. If you aren't familiar with this movie, in it Spader plays an attorney who needs a secretary to type for him. He hires a woman by the name of Lee who still lives with her parents due to being recently released from a mental hospital because she liked to cut herself. Spader is a domineering boss, but she does everything he says, whether it pertains to her work or not. Their relationship mutates and it turns into a dominant-submissive sexual relationship. Now this may sound odd, but this relationship is NOT sick or perverted AT ALL. It turns out that Spader's character and his secretary each gave the other something they didn't even know they needed; their fetishes meshed perfectly. In the end, they wind up together happily ever after... because this is the kind of relationship that works for them specifically. And isn't that great when two people with complimenting fetishes find each other? I mean, in this movie, he liked to spank, and she liked to get spanked. Who am I to judge? They BOTH like it. It makes them both happy.
When it comes down to it, wearing leather or getting spanked isn't all THAT weird. I mean there ARE people who get aroused by, trees and stuff. Seriously. There are. And what about those people who like to wear "furry" costumes and take on an animal persona? Whatever, dude. It may not be my thing, but you feel free to go right ahead. We all have our own weird hang ups don't we? Some men are only attracted to blondes, some women only like guys with broad shoulders, and others find themselves drawn to the severely obese. We all like what we like and even we can't explain it sometimes, so why say what one person likes is freakish? We need to stop being so judgmental, is what.
On a completely unrelated note, I'm currently accepting applications for a housekeeper. Applicants need to be Japanese women between the ages of 25 and 35 who wear unflattering glasses. Little to no English is required. I'll supply the uniform and feather duster.
William (too sexy for his webpage)
