Throwback Thursday: The Turkish Pics 6

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And yet another shot of the lovely Mimi in Turkey. Ain’t she pretty?b

F. M. Laster

“The best revenge is massive success.” – Frank Sinatra

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Wayback Wednesday Music: Sam Smith

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“Why am I so emotional?
No, it’s not a good look, gain some self-control
Deep down I know this never works
But you could lay with me
So it doesn’t hurt”- Sam Smith

Damn! I just love these lyrics and the way he pours his soul into them. Don’t believe me? Listen and enjoy.

F. M. Laster

“The best revenge is massive success.” – Frank Sinatra

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Travel Tuesday: Greenland

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Summer 2021 is looking good!  Can you see me, kayaking around Greenland? Well, I can.  Have a great one folks.

F. M. Laster

“The best revenge is massive success.” – Frank Sinatra

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Black Barbie Chronicles: Life in Korea Requires a Thick Skin

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Ahh, Korea.  Basically, if you go anywhere, especially Korea, you need to get some thick skin.  Even if you THINK you have thick skin, add another layer because you will need it.  Check out this little gem from back in the day.  And yes, Black Barbie is back with here Korean adventures!  Have a great week.

F. M. Laster

“The best revenge is massive success.” – Frank Sinatra

Life in Korea Requires Thick Skin

Living in Korea isn’t always easy. After having a slightly drunken intense conversation with another entitled foreigner last week, I started to think about how he fuck am I surviving in the Land of the Morning Calm.

Now don’t get me wrong; I like here; hell, I elected to come here. For the most part, life here in Korea Land is comfortable and great. Now there are times where I can make it seems like all fun and games; to an extent, it is. However, there are some times, which make me hate this fucking country.

Now, I know what you guys are going to say, “Bitch, its culture shock. That’s what happens when you ate taken out of your comfort zone.” Oh no, it’s a little bit more than that. Seriously, one really needs to have a thick skin if they want a snowball’s chance in hell of surviving here.

Thick skin or the lack of one is the major reason use Waygooks (Westerners) don’t last but a year or 2. Hell, even some can’t manage that and get the fuck out of dodge just as soon as that first paycheck clears. For those of us who do not have the protection of the complexion of the collection (White Westerners), it is doubly hard. Some of us are tough and make it work, others like I said just bolt. Why, well it can be summed up by specific experiences you have on the daily.

Here’s a perfect example. A lesson in one of the textbooks had me review some simple basic hygiene vocab. Simple, right? Well, some little shit looked at me and told me I need to bathe because my skin is brown. The fucker thought it was cute, and the entire class did as well. He didn’t think it was so cute when I had the whole class doing pushups!

There was another time in class when I’ve walked in; the students are making monkey noises as I pass by. At first, I ignored it, thinking innocent kids being kids. Then I was like no, these kids are being assholes and I put them on blast for it. I swear I’m not sure how I managed that day. I just say that to say this; if I let the hate get to me, I’d lose my goddamn mind!

When I had my hair out of braids or wigs, just rocking my natural fro, I’ve had both adults and kids talk shit about my hair. According to them, my hair is evil, dirty, ugly, and funny looking. As if that’s not enough, every damn day, I see some ad for people to get “white,”; as in bleaching their skin. Some of my coworkers have even suggested that I get some of the creams, too, and I quote, ” get beautiful.” Fuck you.

Lord, now let’s get started on the summers. Baby, when it’s summer, the umbrellas come out. The umbrellas are not for protecting the eyes, or to be cool, oh no. The umbrellas are used by Korean women to not get tanned. Being white, even in the summertime, is a must around here. It’s a running joke that the fastest way to piss off a Korean woman is to compliment her or her tan. I did that once, petty, but fun.

Yep, to make it here, you really do need some thick skin.

 

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Music Sunday: Rihanna

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More Sexy Sunday from your girl Rihanna.  I’ve always loved this video and the uniqueness of it.  Enjoy.

F. M. Laster

“The best revenge is massive success.” – Frank Sinatra

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Noir Saturdays: Address Unknown

 

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Here’s tonight’s noir, Address Unknown.

Martin Schulz (Paul Lukas) is a German-American art dealer who returns with his family to Germany to pursue new business ventures. Before long, Martin becomes involved with the Nazis, and his anti-Semitism effectively ends his relationship with Max Eisenstein (Morris Carnovsky), his Jewish partner back in the United States. When Max’s daughter, Griselle (K.T. Stevens), travels to Europe to pursue acting and runs afoul of Nazis, she seeks Martin’s help, and the situation ends in tragedy. 

I couldn’t find a trailer, but check it out tonight on TCM @ 11PM CST or Sunday @ 9AM CST.

F. M. Laster

“The best revenge is massive success.” – Frank Sinatra

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Erotic Fridays: Charles Baudelaire

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Oh hello. We are still working with Charles and check out this lovely little ditty. I hope you enjoy it as much as me. Have a good one.

 

F. M. Laster

“The best revenge is massive success.” – Frank Sinatra

 

Les Bijoux (The Jewels)
by Charles Baudelaire
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

My lover nude and knowing my heart’s whims
Wore nothing more than a few bright-flashing gems;
Her art was saving men despite their sins—
She ruled like harem girls crowned with diadems!

She danced for me with a gay but mocking air,
My world of stone and metal sparking bright;
I discovered in her the rapture of everything fair—
Nay, an excess of joy where the spirit and flesh unite!

Naked she lay and offered herself to me,
Parting her legs and smiling receptively,
As gentle and yet profound as the rising sea—
Till her surging tide encountered my cliff, abruptly.

A tigress tamed, her eyes met mine, intent …
Intent on lust, content to purr and please!
Her breath, both languid and lascivious, lent
An odd charm to her metamorphoses.

Her limbs, her loins, her abdomen, her thighs,
Oiled alabaster, sinuous as a swan,
Writhed pale before my calm clairvoyant eyes;
Like clustered grapes her breasts and belly shone.

Skilled in more spells than evil imps can muster,
To break the peace which had possessed my heart,
She flashed her crystal rocks’ hypnotic luster
Till my quietude was shattered, blown apart.

Her waist awrithe, her breasts enormously
Out-thrust, and yet … and yet, somehow, still coy …
As if stout haunches of Antiope
Had been grafted to a boy …

The room grew dark, the lamp had flickered out.
Mute firelight, alone, lit each glowing stud;
Each time the fire sighed, as if in doubt,
It steeped her pale, rouged flesh in pools of blood.

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