A Fox in Heat

 Hi there! So a good friend of mine, Cedric, asked what Sin and I were thinking of some of the Godzilla sequels and some other Hammer films we didn't have on our list. So, I started looking things up and realized that, first of all, we weren't far behind if we wanted to tackle those films, and second, that there really weren't that many. So I added three kinds of films to our spreadsheet: all the Godzilla sequels, all the Hammer series sequels (The Mummy, Frankenstein, Dracula, and actually the whole Quartermass Trilogy), and independent (as in, non-series) horror films Hammer did. I spent the past week-ish catching up on the other 50s films that matched those criteria, and my reviews are below! The first of these films was Godzilla Raids Again from 1955. Predictably, it didn't have much in the way of plot, but I liked Aguaris as a monster. Good film to have on while doing work, for sure. The Quartermass Xperiment, also from 1955. Pretty generic sci fi horror, for sure....

Wow, I can't believe we finished the 50s finally. It was the largest decade so far, but not the hardest. I enjoyed a lot of films from this period, and it was great seeing more technicolor films and seeing blood start to appear on screen finally. So here are our reviews of the films we watched in the last two years of the decade. 1958 The Blob: It was actually my first time seeing this one. I loved the politics for this one. Unlike the first half of the decade, the cops are idiots here. Who's affected by the blob? Blue collar. Who's the first to know? Blue collar. Who has power but thinks the blob is fake? The police. Who finds a way to stop the blob? Teens. Who breaks a way into the school? Not the police, though they're right there; the blue collar workers. I loved the class dynamics here. Revolutionary for its time in horror. But you can clearly see contemporary fears about trust in the government starting to emerge here. Black Cat Mansion: A Japanese horror film tha...

Hiya! Long time, no talk. Well, I recently had another hookup horror story for you. So, I thought I'd share (helps me out too mentally). CW: lack of consent and watersports So, I have had numerous hookups (let's say 10-15) with a guy I will name Randy. Randy lives across town, is a much older guy (we're talking like 60s). Part of the allure for me as a sexual partner with Randy is the regularity and expectedness of the kinks involved. And he knows all my limits. We've talked about them a few times. Hard limits for me are watersports, fisting, scat, blood, medium and heavy s/m, sounding, piercing, diapers, anything illegal. So, put another way, sex is always the same with him. But sometimes that's nice. It's good to have a predictably safe but kinky session with a regular. I enjoyed it anyway. Here was our usual session: I'd text him that I'm there. I'd walk in. He'd make me strip. He'd collar me, blindfold me, gag me, tie up my hands, lead me...