Bollywood Nights

There's nothing I hate more than somebody who believes being a good Christian entails sucking and wanking and everything else except putting it directly in the hole. It makes me livid. After all, I'm sure Jesus wouldn't mind that somebody had their gob over your cock, so long as the vagina never really got close. Forfucksakes.

This brings me to yesterday when I hosted a Bollywood Party at my house. I say party when in fact it was only I, Belle de Bengal and Norah Rockers. Being the good Indian boy I am, I got up early and spent three hours in the kitchen making an assortment of Indian delicacies. And once they'd arrived, we watched a string of Indian films and drank cheap topical juice. Indian.

Belle de Bengal is currently 'seeing a boy'. By 'seeing', she means they sleep in the same bed once in a while, have oral sex and decide that full blown sex is something they really shouldn't do. Actually, this is him, all him. She wants to fuck him, but he won't.

'I'm going to break up with him' she declared.

'Hang on, I didn't even think you were going out?'

'Well, we're not'.

'So, what's there to break?'

'Oh, it's complicated. I don't want to stay with him when he's not giving me sex and I'm looking for it elsewhere'.

'So, what's there to break?'

I just don't get it. I mean, the whole point of 'seeing somebody' was that the element of exclusivity so important for so many people was removed from the equation.

If you ask me, she's doesn't owe anybody anything. A long term future is also far out of the equation. All in all, Belle de Bengal doesn't have much hope with this man, but if she wants to dump him, who am I to intervene. The voice of reason?

That said, our feast of Yash Chopra, Vishal Bharadwaj and Mira Nair films was wonderful. And the food, delightful. Even though I do say so myself.