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sisabetOh dear. I recognize myself as an exploiter. It appears that I have been objectifying gay men. I was afraid this would happen. In my defense I must point out that I actually objectify all men (and Faith!). Gay? Straight? Undecided? Don't care. Take off your shirt.
This is wrong of me and I apologize. These men are people and I should not objectify people (or animals - think about the children!!!). But I like porn. Smut makes me happy. What to do, what to do...
Inspired by the Taco Pizza recipe given to me by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
heres_luck this weekend I bring you Pizza Slash! It's not just for lunchtime anymore...
From Dough to Pizza
The dough sat seemingly forgotton on the marble slab. It had been here before and it knew the drill. It'll be punched out into a circle, covered in some nameless sauce, baked for a while and then it's over. Just another Friday night like any other.
That was until it was placed on the counter. The dough had seem a thousand cans of sauce come and go, but it could tell right away that this one...this one was special. From the Italian lettering on the side to the way the word "organic" that was boldly imprinted on it's label, the dough knew that this was no ordinary can of Ragu. Watching the way the florescent lights glinted off the can's metallic rim, the dough began to rise, unbidden. Embarrassed at its display of interest, the dough quickly looked away and then ventured a peek at the sauce again. The can of sauce was watching the dough, unblinking and intent, and it was almost to much for the kneaded batter to take. The dough tried to look away again but was irresistibly drawn back to the can. The can was still watching it and now the dough realized that the can was shining brightly at the marble slab the dough rested upon. Just at it. Just for it. It was as if they were the only two objects in the room and the dough found it impossible to look away now and it couldn't even remember why it would want to in the first place. The dough knows it is rising too fast, any more and it will be too stiff to be eaten, but it doesn't care. All that matters is how it feels when it looks at the sauce and the way the sauce looks at him.
to be continued...
See - Food Does Not Care If You Slash it. Looking at my dough and looking at my sauce and they seem okey-dokey okay with this to me. I'm glad I've cleared this up. Anyone wants me, I'm kinda hungry now and will be eating dinner.
Oh - Happy Birthdaykeswindhover
This is wrong of me and I apologize. These men are people and I should not objectify people (or animals - think about the children!!!). But I like porn. Smut makes me happy. What to do, what to do...
Inspired by the Taco Pizza recipe given to me by
heres_luck this weekend I bring you Pizza Slash! It's not just for lunchtime anymore...From Dough to Pizza
The dough sat seemingly forgotton on the marble slab. It had been here before and it knew the drill. It'll be punched out into a circle, covered in some nameless sauce, baked for a while and then it's over. Just another Friday night like any other.
That was until it was placed on the counter. The dough had seem a thousand cans of sauce come and go, but it could tell right away that this one...this one was special. From the Italian lettering on the side to the way the word "organic" that was boldly imprinted on it's label, the dough knew that this was no ordinary can of Ragu. Watching the way the florescent lights glinted off the can's metallic rim, the dough began to rise, unbidden. Embarrassed at its display of interest, the dough quickly looked away and then ventured a peek at the sauce again. The can of sauce was watching the dough, unblinking and intent, and it was almost to much for the kneaded batter to take. The dough tried to look away again but was irresistibly drawn back to the can. The can was still watching it and now the dough realized that the can was shining brightly at the marble slab the dough rested upon. Just at it. Just for it. It was as if they were the only two objects in the room and the dough found it impossible to look away now and it couldn't even remember why it would want to in the first place. The dough knows it is rising too fast, any more and it will be too stiff to be eaten, but it doesn't care. All that matters is how it feels when it looks at the sauce and the way the sauce looks at him.
to be continued...
See - Food Does Not Care If You Slash it. Looking at my dough and looking at my sauce and they seem okey-dokey okay with this to me. I'm glad I've cleared this up. Anyone wants me, I'm kinda hungry now and will be eating dinner.
Oh - Happy Birthday
keswindhover
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Date: 2003-08-19 03:08 pm (UTC)That made me cry. Star-crossed lovers *sigh*
And it made me hungry. DARN YOU! But all is forgiven because of how beautifully you realized the inherent love pizza dough has for just the right sauce...
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Date: 2003-08-19 03:20 pm (UTC)'From Dough To Pizza' is the funniest thing I've read all day.
I think we probably have differing opinions on the discussion that went on in the post you linked to, but I hope we can still have extremely hot, sweaty, Krispy Kreme-featuring gay sex. Because I adore you much, and, um...I know where you live. No, really. Dawn sent the address.
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Date: 2003-08-19 03:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-19 03:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-19 03:41 pm (UTC)Organic tomato sauce...assuming the flour in the dough is unbleached then theirloveissopureandtrue!
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Date: 2003-08-19 03:51 pm (UTC)LOL. Food Slash is good. Mmm. I'm ready for dessert -- how about some peanut butter/chocolate slash? :)
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Date: 2003-08-19 05:24 pm (UTC)No!! I have a dough/sauce story arc that must be completed! There is going to be the introduction of new characters - and development of ...stuff...and saran wrap.
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Date: 2003-08-19 05:59 pm (UTC)It was cold inside the refrigerator. Only the memory of the pizza sauce kept the dough warm. The dough shivered in its saran wrap, waiting, hoping... yearning for the day that it would be reunited with its love. For the day when the flames would bring gentle warmth to its surface, and deep into its doughy core, letting it feel the sweet caress of the spicy sauce as it penetrated the dough...
Okay, gonna stop now. ;)
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Date: 2003-08-19 03:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-19 04:23 pm (UTC)Hey, I've been trying to get you to objectify me for months. You even blew off my farewell lunch today because of your stupid work. *sniff*
Matt
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Date: 2003-08-19 04:51 pm (UTC)This is the funniest thing I've read in a long time. Thank you.
rotfl...you are killing me
Date: 2003-08-19 05:10 pm (UTC)I want more food slash too...but now I'm hungry.
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Date: 2003-08-19 05:28 pm (UTC)Watching the way the florescent lights glinted off the can's metallic rim, the dough began to rise, unbidden.
*snort* Funniest. Thing. Evah.
Linzee
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Date: 2003-08-19 05:40 pm (UTC)But think of the pizza CHILDREN!
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Date: 2003-08-19 05:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-19 05:44 pm (UTC)I ::heart:: you and your wonderful demented brain.
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Date: 2003-08-19 05:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-19 06:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-19 07:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-19 06:06 pm (UTC)*sniffle* You're the cook's fic queen!
*fans self* Will there be Meltable cheese & a Large Sausage next?
Date: 2003-08-19 09:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-20 11:31 am (UTC)DO IT!