This was my simple, one-song introduction to Andy Warhol, the greatest proto-glam band EVER and the finer points of masochism. Soon after hearing this song, I read the book it was based on and enjoyed it way more than my friend's graphic Sade books. ‘course back in early high school, neither my friend nor I understood that most of Sade's writings were actually a critique of the French Enlightenment and subsequent bureaucratic censorship, so we were evaluating the writing pretty much at face value. And I'm sorry, but I don't get turned on by a syphilitic servant raping a young woman's overbearing mother, whose orifices are then sewn shut by said daughter so that she will doubtlessly become infected. Not my thing.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Venus In Furs
This was my simple, one-song introduction to Andy Warhol, the greatest proto-glam band EVER and the finer points of masochism. Soon after hearing this song, I read the book it was based on and enjoyed it way more than my friend's graphic Sade books. ‘course back in early high school, neither my friend nor I understood that most of Sade's writings were actually a critique of the French Enlightenment and subsequent bureaucratic censorship, so we were evaluating the writing pretty much at face value. And I'm sorry, but I don't get turned on by a syphilitic servant raping a young woman's overbearing mother, whose orifices are then sewn shut by said daughter so that she will doubtlessly become infected. Not my thing.
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