So it’s Katy Perry again. Yay Katy Perry? I mean, yes, yay Katy Perry. Good job being hot and getting my motor running but man I don’t have a thing to say about her at the moment. At least not without repeating myself. I feel bad about this, like if I am going to be inspired to lust after someone I should be inspired to talk about them. But I have nothing. I kind of wish she wasn’t dating John Mayer cause that guys really seems like a douche. I mean, I am not one to judge and I don’t like slagging people here but… that guy has a thing about him. She’s a big girl, I am sure she can handle herself but I dunno, that guy seems slimy, I don’t wish him on anyone. You know who I do wish on someone? Katy Perry. On me. Yeah, that’s my clever segue for the day. I told you I had nothing say, I just… well, you know, today I want to fuck Katy Perry.
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So I watched Katy Perry’s Part of me. Mainly because I have these free codes for Red Box that are about to expire and at my core I am so cheap I would rather spend 2 hours watching a movie I don’t want to see than give up a free rental. I can’t say it was a very good movie but an argument could be made that the movie promotes and artifice becomes reality if enough people believe it theme that says a lot about the current pop culture landscape. If perception is reality and you can convince enough people that the affectations you’ve embraced are actually an expression of your core being then it becomes who you are. Existence precedes Essence… sort of? I am not sure, it’s late and I am likely thinking too much about it but it does bring about the interesting nature of pop stars and why they so often take up residence in our fantasies. When Brittney Spears was the biggest Pop Star in the world I was always fascinated by her ability to be all things to all people, the innocent, godly, underage sex kitten, the Wet Hot American Virgin. Her songs and motions sold sex and so many bought it but just as many bought the idea of a girl waiting for marriage, innocent and naive, too pure for it to even occur to her that dressing up as a catholic school girl and gyrating suggestively might be a sexual awakening for countless 13 year olds with MTV. Pop icons are what we make of them and they are different things to different people because it’s what we want them to be. Katy Perry, daughter of a Minister, Christian Singer and good girl; Katy Perry, whose first single celebrated faux-lesbian titillation and is a walking sex goddess. Half the popularity of someone like this is it doesn’t matter who or what she really is, nor does it really matter how she perceives herself. We have a movie now trying to show us an image of what she wants us to see at least but it likely won’t matter, with pop stars more than any other artist, the artist becomes art and once art is in the world it’s not longer under the artist’s control, it becomes what we make of it as we view it. Which is why Katy is here tonight, I have my own image, my own picture of her in my mind and it’s a desirable one. It might have nothing to do with reality, it isn’t important, reality doesn’t come to play much in our relationship with celebrities, what’s important is how we perceive them and what that says about us. For me, right now, at the basest level it says today I want to fuck Katy Perry.
I am a pretty big fan of the internet. For an autodidact and information junky like myself it is great. For someone who loves getting to write out thoughts and musings it is also great but it has some drawbacks. I don’t want to claim it’s made us assholes but it’s probably made us bigger assholes. Or at least it has gone a ways to make sure we’re less embarrassed about being assholes. I am of course talking about the ridiculous levels of hate I see spewed around the internet. So many of my followers and people I follow… I look at their blog and there are just so many people saying hateful things for no reason (always anon because come on, you’re already a coward if you’re using the internet for this, why not be a super coward and be completely anonymous instead of pseudo anonymous. I would call you pussies but it doesn’t feel right, I like pussies, I dislike you people). Of course, I feel like celebrity fandom was already rife with this, people love to hate famous people and see them fail. And I get it, I get all of it, it isn’t like I’ve never fallen victim to all of this. I get it. And there can even be a place for talking about what you don’t like, certainly a critical discussion is fine, a lively debate with friends, but just to tear something down someone else cares about because they care about it. It’s all too common so I am going to give you a life lesson that will really help. Really. It will make your life and the lives of those who have to deal with you better. It is simply this: If you don’t like something it is ok to shut the fuck up about and go enjoy something you do like. Which brings me to Katy Perry, who every time I post (or used to post, this has stopped since I turned off anon questions) people would tell me she was a whore, or ugly, or most often a ‘fake ass Gaga’. You guys are welcome to your opinion. Honestly you’re welcome to share it with me, I’m not offended, she’s no my sister or anything (thank god, that would make this weird) but I feel like if you feel that way you would probably enjoy life more listening to Lady Gaga than telling a stranger how dumb they are for liking Katy Perry’s boobs. So you guys go do what you want, me I am going to sit here and think about how today I want to fuck Katy Perry.
Katy Perry is interesting to me because she’s in like the top 5 most posted girls in this blog and yet I never think about her. Except when I do. Well, that was unclear, the fact is most days Katy Perry never crosses my mind, I can go weeks and forget she exists but then something will happen and I’ll remember Katy Perry exists. Usually then the wheels start turning and I start to remember she’s hot, and I like the silly costumes and different hair and wigs and then all of a sudden I am thinking about Katy Perry. And the days she’s in my thoughts? She’s it, I cannot shake it, I mean, no one else matters, I want Katy Perry. It’s all very strange and uniquely her and I don’t know why but I thought I’d bring it up. I mean, everyone follows me for what I have to say, not for the picture right? Right. Well, there we go, she’s in my thoughts now and all I can think about is that today I want to fuck Katy Perry.
Katy Perry is an interesting attraction to me. Not because she’s so interesting or because it’s baffling someone would be attracted to her, I am pretty sure I am not all alone there. Instead she’s interesting because I often don’t think about her at all, she just doesn’t enter my thoughts. I don’t think I would rank her among my favorites, though I am not really clear on who I would. The thing is though, on days I do think about Katy Perry, she dominates my thoughts. No one else will do, it’s always and only Katy Perry at those times. And that’s what makes her interesting, the power she has when she arrives in my fantasies. Again, I do get that, she’s very attractive and I love how she dresses on stage and off. So that is why today I want to fuck Katy Perry.
Katy Perry has shown up here a lot and clearly I like her but I never think of her as one of my favorite celebrity babes or anything. I realize now that is because she’s almost a special mood. She is undeniably hot and I can’t imagine a day where I would disagree with that but I don’t even think of her most of the time. And then suddenly I do. And then who I really want is Katy Perry. Like it’s her or nowhere else. Anyway, that brings me to now, now she is on my mind and so today I want to fuck Katy Perry.
Someone commented recently that Katy Perry has made a lot of appearances here. I guess that’s true but… there are only so many women, I can’t promise to be unique everytime. Or at all I guess since she’s hardly obscure or unique to my tastes. Why do I like her so much? She’s hot. I mean it’s manufactured quirk but I love the silly costumes and hair and everything else, on top of that she has a killer body. Did you not know this? Well she does, she has a great body, just look and you’ll get why today I want to fuck Katy Perry.
Katy Perry again? Yeah, I guess so. It happens to all of us, right? Someone just gets stuck in our mental craw. Anyway, what can I say? Her breasts are fantastic and stuck in my mind so today I want to fuck Katy Perry.
It’s raining today which has me doing random housework. I don’t know why but somehow letting my mind wander I thought of Katy Perry. Believe me, there are worse things in the world than thinking of Katy Perry. Anyway, it’s worth noting that today I want to fuck Katy Perry.
I don’t really care for Katy Perry’s music but this blog isn’t who I want to listen to today. Katy Perry is extremely hot. It’s not just that body, though good lord that body, a lot of it is the costumes and teasing sexuality. She shows a lot without showing a lot and somehow makes whipped cream coming out of her breasts seem like something for a teenage crowd rather than some sort of strange masturbation fantasy. It might be the Christian music background and the whole saying she’s a good girl thing when she’s clearly not but she seems to get some passes on things that would burn others. Not that she needs a pass from me, I love it. The body, the hair, the costumes… the whole package makes Katy one of the hottest women alive today. I’d be willing to bet I am very much not alone in saying that today I want to fuck Katy Perry.
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