Music writer Sophie Saint Thomas takes us on an emotional and physical journey in this latest installment of Shuffle and Splooge. "Hell Bent for Leather" by Judas Priest “Some Kind of Nature” by Gorillaz feat. Lou Reed
I'm in a dark unnamed bar wearing my Black Sabbath tank top and leather pants. My hair is a dreadlocked mop of sweat and beer. The walls are covered in various stickers and graffiti and every now and then you can spot a rat scurrying underfoot. This place is pure filth. I've been in the ladies room where I was crouched on the ground blowing coke off the toilet seat and making out with my female friend. I emerged to grab a shot of Jack from the bar. Never knowing when hell will appear. Across the room I see him. My partner in fetish crimes, my master. He approaches and grabs me by my neck, I willingly drop my drink as he drags me out of the bar. I'm thrust on the back of his bike. Wheels! A glint of steel and a flash of light! We arrive. I'm thrown down the steps of his dungeon and lie crumpled on the floor as he pulls a bull whip from his belt. There's many who tried to prove that they're faster and try to escape but I willingly accept the punishments. Hell bent, hell bent for leather.
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Oh, hey Lou. I’ve got some kind of plastic I could wrap around you. It’s a condom. I’m going to put it on you and hopefully not backwards, for that would be embarrassing. Look at me, I’m hanging out with Lou Reed in a suite in Robert De Niro’s Greenwich Hotel. I’ve got some kind of nature, there’s so much I’d like to ask him. For instance, “what does David Bowie’s penis taste like?” I refrain and concentrate on the cock at hand. After warming him up with my hand, I glide Lou’s antique of a penis through my lips. They need to eat mayonnaise. I’d rather eat Lou’s man butter. It’s some kind of mixture, some kind of gold. I suck him steadily until he comes. It tastes like some kind of majesty, some chemical load."I Don’t Want Love" by the Antlers
It’s Saturday afternoon. Sunlight is spilling through the window and the lazy smell of marijuana hangs in the air. I'm lying in bed naked with a head full of regret next to a woman who shouldn’t be here. I should have slept in my clothes. In the calm of day I know it’s wrong, but in the intoxication of night I always call her, as I am a horny drunk. I tell her I don’t want love. She says she doesn’t care. She begins kissing my collarbone, my stomach. Further and further down until my body overtakes my mind and I let you inside, so you can brush me back off. With every orgasm given by her I feel my true love’s heartbreak. So if I see you again, desperate and stoned, keep your prison locked up and I'll leave my gun at home.Previously: Shuffle and Splooge - Playlist #3 @TheBowieCat
