Tangents

For some bizarre reason, I watched Spanking the Monkey on television last night. Again.

I actually own this movie. I keep it right next to Flowers in the Attic and The House of Yes because I love me some hot incest. Kidding. I don't really own Flowers in the Attic or The House of Yes, but I do own Spanking the Monkey. Besides, they took all of the hot incest out of Flowers in the Attic anyway when they adapted it for the screen. V.C. Andrews was one dirty lady, yo. I didn't buy Spanking the Monkey, though. Back in the days when I worked in the merchandising department of a very large, very evil entertainment distributor I got a lot of free music and movies. It's also why I'm the proud owner of Snowed in: The Hanson Christmas Album today. I actually have a mention of that album in my Nerve profile and the boys that write to me always comment on it. I even got some free weird foreign gay porn one day. We had a margarita and gay porn party at Julie's and my apartment. I'm pretty sure Rich lived there too, then, but I don't remember if he was around that night. My friend's fiancé really dug the gay porn. More than the margaritas anyway, which Julie made too strong. He wanted to watch it every time he came over afterward. There was an odd scene involving forks, which were maybe supposed to symbolize something but we never figured out what. It was arty weird foreign gay porn.

So yeah. I watched Spanking the Monkey last night, and I still feel dirty today. And not in a good way, either.