I had a boozy evening last night. Some of the staff came to my house for drinks and it was very pleasant. After they left I cleaned up a bit and began my evenings entertainment. Three different people – three different secenarios. I think I went to sleep around two in the morning. This worries me a bit because maybe I am becoming addicted to my sexual drive and meeting that need is controlling my life. And David Carradine died while wanking and choking. How bizzare. It seems like the practise known as asphyxiophilia, autoerotic asphyxia, scarfing – is quite popular among certain men and quite a few die as the result. Some survive into old age like Mr Carradine obviously. It’s sad that not only do you die, but the whole world will remember you for the way you ended up meeting your demise. Naked and jerking off hanging in a wardrobe. Michael Hutchence did it too…
Pink Tassie Devil
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Nice night. I need to get out more, as you know. Once I have my wheels, I don’t intend to spend the weekends locked in the apartment.
I’ve read some conflicting reports on the Carradine death. Should be interesting to see how that works out. If it was autoerotic asphixiation, it’s too bad because we generally never want to go out like that. That’s why American mothers always tell their kids to wear clean underwear.