Where The Wild Things Are
The screech and thump of Lady GaGa. The testosterone-heavy air. The animalistic stench. The male grunts. The female chat¬tering. Everything in Archbold Gymnasium screams carnal. It’s a jungle of college mating rituals — even better for a field study than frat row on Thursday night.
Guitars! Propaganda! Pre-War Russia!
If you need an acoustic/ambient/rock fix, local group The Icon And The Axe is dropping their debut album on April 18. For those who haven’t heard of the act, its MySpace page says Propaganda offers a sound that conveys the passionate search for truth paired with the melodies of a bygone era. And they ain’t playin’ either.
Give It To Me Baby
It was the first time his rose-colored penis entered a brown vagina. And it was the first time I learned that I was supposed to possess an arsenal of wild sexual skills, all because of my mahogany skin.