All Sexual Fantasies Fulfilled Here!

I´ve done two images for the IFN topic of this week (my favorite sexual fantasy), but so far none of them were real sexual fantasies. They were just images which came to my mind.

I have an offer for YOU! Tell me your favorite sexual fantasy and I´ll draw a sketch of it for you. I´m very curious to know what you all are dreaming of. Of course I´ll post the images without your name.

Tell me your wildest dreams. Everything is accepted and every fantasy (which I´ll receive till Thursday night) will be drawn. There are only very few things which I would decline. So please don´t disappoint me.
In case you do not want to write your fantasies in the comment section (I expect wild fantasies) send the images to this email address!

Update:
I just received the first email in response to this post. Thanks, it has already triggered my fantasy for the first drawing.

IFN: My Favorite Sexual Fantasy

Remember the IFN topic "What Goes In Must Come Out" when Mim´s image inspired me to another one and the next image by Ellis Nadler showed a Vagina Dentata?
Something similar happened with my second IFN pic which I actually hadn´t planned to post here. But what the heck... Here you go: Afraid of Vagina Dentata?? Here comes the Vagina Overwhelma. (Thanks Prozacville)

Fuck: Today I had Prozac(ville)! (by ksklein):

Too much woman for just one man (by Prozacville):

Portrait Of My Mother - 2

I have already done a portrait of my mom for the Portrait Party, but it was from my mind, so I couldn´t do a portrait with many details. This weekend I had a second chance. You can recognize her very well and she´s satisfied with it. But I´m not satisfied with the hair, so I´ll need a third try.

My mom (second try):

My mom (first try):

And me:

Losing Your Soul

“If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose.”

Would you have believed that Charles Bukowski could also say something comforting? This is how I understood the quote.

Poop Back and Forth, Forever.

A few days ago we watched "Me and You and Everyone We Know" . Here are just a few pictures and a short video of the movie.

"Back and forth" poop sign:
The )) and (( are two butts, and the <> is poop going back and forth between the two butts. This was written by a young boy talking to a 40 year old woman on a chat room. Pooping "back and forth, forever" is his idea of romance. Watch the clip to see it. It´s really very funny.

Hand Me The Strapon... (IFN: My Favorite Fantasy)

... and where is the whip?

This weeks theme on Illustration Friday Night is "My favorite sexual fantasy". There has been a discussion whether the site should close down as the work of the participants wasn´t intense, provocative and uncompromising anymore. It isn´t always easy to find something provocative but maybe this one will do.



Actually I wouldn´t say this is my favorite fantasy let alone sexual fantasy. But it is the first thing which came to my mind.

Are You The Favorite Person Of Anybody?

We have a list of movies I want to rent online. And we never know which dvds the rental company will send us next. It was such a coincidence when on the same day the dvd of "Me and You and Everyone We Know" arrived along with the yellow book "No one belongs here more than you" both by Miranda July. Add then I also found this short movie at YouTube. Did anybody say "There are no coincidences"?



This is a simple short film, shot on a budget of $150. A man with a survey stops passersby and asks them, "Are you anybody's favorite person?" That can be heartbreaking for somebody who doesn´t come first in somebody else's heart!

Melancholia By Charles Bukowski

Melancholia
Charles Bukowski

the history of melancholia
includes all of us.

me, I writhe in dirty sheets
while staring at blue walls
and nothing.

I have gotten so used to melancholia
that
I greet it like an old
friend.

I will now do 15 minutes of grieving
for the lost redhead,
I tell the gods.

I do it and feel quite bad
quite sad,
then I rise
CLEANSED
even though nothing
is solved.

that's what I get for kicking
religion in the ass.

I should have kicked the redhead
in the ass
where her brains and her bread and
butter are
at ...

but, no, I've felt sad
about everything:
the lost redhead was just another
smash in a lifelong
loss ...

I listen to drums on the radio now
and grin.
there is something wrong with me
besides
melancholia.

What I like most about Charles Bukowski is that he is just honest and straight-forward and doesn´t seem too complicated. I guess this can be applied to his writing too. He doesn´t seem to care about the consequences of his words. That can hurt. But I prefer the hurtful truth to dishonesty and evasion.

More books...

I read about "Will Happiness find me?" at swissmiss. The renowned Swiss duo Fischli & Weiss wrote down questions that everyone asks themselves once in a while: Should I satisfy myself? Shall I go under? Should I pay less attention to my worries? Why doesn´t she call? Has the last bus gone? Should I get drunk?
Fun to read and ponder.


The book review" at Artist in LA LA Land made me buy "Erotic Haiku". Each haiku appears in English and in Japanese with playful pen-and-pencil drawings throughout.


And finally "No one belongs here more than you" by Miranda July. I discovered this little gem around a year ago. I really enjoyed the idea, but didn´t think of buying the book. But then I heard so much about Miranda that I just had to have a look at it. Now all I need is something yellow to wear for reading the book.

I'm In Love By Charles Bukowski

I'm In Love
Charles Bukowski

she's young, she said,
but look at me,
I have pretty ankles,
and look at my wrists, I have pretty
wrists
o my god,
I thought it was all working,
and now it's her again,
every time she phones you go crazy,
you told me it was over
you told me it was finished,
listen, I've lived long enough to become a
good woman,
why do you need a bad woman?
you need to be tortured, don't you?
you think life is rotten if somebody treats you
rotten it all fits,
doesn't it?
tell me, is that it? do you want to be treated like a
piece of shit?
and my son, my son was going to meet you.
I told my son
and I dropped all my lovers.
I stood up in a cafe and screamed
I'M IN LOVE,
and now you've made a fool of me. . .
I'm sorry, I said, I'm really sorry.
hold me, she said, will you please hold me?
I've never been in one of these things before, I said,
these triangles. . .
she got up and lit a cigarette, she was trembling all
over.she paced up and down,wild and crazy.she had
a small body.her arms were thin,very thin and when
she screamed and started beating me I held her
wrists and then I got it through the eyes:hatred,
centuries deep and true.I was wrong and graceless and
sick.all the things I had learned had been wasted.
there was no creature living as foul as I
and all my poems were
false.

Poor guy!