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This agreeable conflict between healthy sexuality and its not-too-for-bidding opponents occupies the first hour of the film, occasioning some fetchingly naive comments like Benny's description of sex: "It would be like someone was putting his finger up your nose." Jack, too has demons to overcome; a medical student by his father's command, he faints at the sight of blood (yes, really...
...a.m.I search for solace andinteresting conversation on #bdsm (bondage,discipline, sadism, masochism), running intolines such as "Chives turns to pudding in hischair." I check out some MIT channels. only to bechased by a frustrated man from #netsex.He finds out my phone number from my "finger"information and threatens to call if I don't talkdirty with him. I send some choice obscenities hisway and tell him he's a psychopath. He leaves mealone...
...about this time that I decided it would be a lot more fun to be the president (or even the vice-president's daughter) than one of these faceless finger-depressors waiting to catch a glimpse of him. This description of my career must sound fascinating, I know, but believe me, it's not always, so glamorous. For one thing, you always have to stand outside with a bunch of overeager colleagues waiting for someone famous to turn their head and smile at you. And they never invite you to come in out of the cold. Much better to become...
...often eluded John. He lacks the anguish and ragged emotional edge of the existential rock star; he's closer to Neil Sedaka than to Bruce Springsteen. And there's something uncool-refreshingly so-about his naked need to be loved across the footlights. "Even if I had only one finger left," he once said, "I'd play for you." That's the credo of the compulsive showman, who loves to get people to sing along with all the tunes (Your Song, Daniel, Rocket Man, Crocodile Rock, I'm Still Standing) that have snaked into the pop repertoire...
...sometimes he fools you. His new album's title track perks and chirps along like a burger jingle. Not until you peel off the tinsel and listen to the lyrics--"You had a scent for scandal/ Well here's my middle finger/ I had 40 years of pain/ and nothing to cling to"--do you hear John raging at his homeland and his fickle fans. "It's sort of a 'screw you' song," says Taupin. "I put myself in his shoes and heard him saying, 'This is me, accept me for what...