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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
