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Friday, May 23, 2021

A few days back, while chatting with a fellow laptop-lugger at *$, I encouraged her to check out my online thang by telling her I had a blog.

She looked a little confused. “A writer’s blog?” I thought I heard her ask.

“Yeah,” I replied. “I guess you could call it that.”

“There are books that can help with that problem,” she offered.

Um. Granted, I can get a little too engaged with this site, but I’m not sure I’d label it as a “problem”.

But then, I realized what was going on, and I clarified: “No no — it’s not ‘writer’s block’. It’s a blog.”

I guess I should work on that enunciation. English was her second language though, so I’ll assign her partial blame for the momentary misunderstanding. Besides, it’s not unheard of for blogging to lead to blockage.

by Costa Tsiokos, Fri 05/23/2008 04:38:32 PM
Category: Bloggin', Wordsmithing
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Sorry to deliver so blunt a post-title. But really, how else to sum up one Edward Smith and his sexual preference for four-wheeled companionship?

People who feel sexually attracted to cars or other machines have been dubbed “mechaniphiliacs” and are the subject of a new documentary film made for British television.

This is apparently a rare enough condition that there’s scant reference to it on the Web, even in a source which would presumably have this perversion covered.

Smith says his fetish took root when he was a teenager.

“When I was 13 and the famous Corvette Stingray came about, that car was pure sex and just an incredible machine. I wanted it.”

He continued, “There have been certain cars that attracted me and I would wait until nighttime, creep up to them and just hug and kiss them.”

Smith also believes his love isn’t completely one-sided. Despite their apparent lack of feelings, he thinks there’s something in it for the objects of his affection.

“There are moments way out in the middle of nowhere when I see a little car parked and I swear it needs loving.”

Smith lives somewhere in Washington State, so needless to say, be sure to inspect your vehicle’s tailpipe closely the next time you’re in his neighborhood. Especially if you have a cute little car.

And should you eve get offered a ride by Mr. Smith: Take a second to imagine exactly how and where he would express — and, more to the point, expel — his physical love. Not sure I’d want to make contact with the seat cushions nor the dashboard in that heap.

by Costa Tsiokos, Fri 05/23/2008 04:17:22 PM
Category: Society
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