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It's been a regular feature, here at Wearing_These_Chains, for me, Dierdre, to make special note of how bewilderingly fucking hot Trent Reznor is, and how delighted I would be to tear that ass up. More than that, though, my entire M.O. in posting to this website is attempting to convey even just the smallest drop from the enormous reservoir of love -- pure, unalloyed and true -- that I bear him.

Well, that love has been fodder for scorn before, and recently, it has come under fire AGAIN. This time, it's too close to home. Yes, even my roommate and supposed FRIEND, Gabriel, has sided with the geniuses at ETS in categorizing my response to Trent's endless tease as "creepy," and worse, he has suggested that my desire to ride that fine stallion hard and put him away wet is mutually exclusive with an intelligent, and serious engagement with the actual genius of Trent's work.

Well, haters, you are ALL WRONG. Trent is like a snake charmer, and I am only answering his call. That doesn't hinder my ability to process his work intelligently, as Art; it enhances it. You know why? Because it's part of his ACT, and unlike Gabriel "virile heterosexual male" Miller, who wears earplugs at the Nine Inch Nails show like a total pussy, I welcome ALL NINE INCHES, and with this photo retrospective, I hope to answer the burning question: Is Trent asking -- nay, BEGGING -- for our love? Does he actually actively encourage fangirl and boy lust with every move he makes? Is Trent Reznor not only an unparalleled sonic architect and genuinely brilliant artist, but also a big, fat walking come on?

I say yes.

I say that throughout his career, Trent Reznor has courted our fantasies and drawn out our desire, grinding up against our sexual imaginations with perfectly targeted seductiveness. We respond to him as pure fucking dirty because he has all the right moves, and he has worked them as hard as possible every single time he has emerged from his lair. My friends, Trent Reznor is not at all unlike a high-priced call girl, dolled up to the fucking max, wearing come-fuck-me pumps, and licking her lips with calculated salasciousness... only WAY SEXIER, because he's Trent Reznor, and he's a genius.

Am I calling my beloved Trent a whore? Well, kind of; but it's not a bad thing. Sexuality and desire have always been two of the most effective tools of Trent's trade, and his trade kicks ass, so I'm all for it. 

Without further ado, I bring you what could be my last post on WTC:


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If this is indeed your swan song, then you couldn't have picked a better note to go out on. I laughed, I cried, I need alone time (wink nudge).

I'ma go read it again.

Posted by: emerald527 | Jul 1, 2005 10:08:09 AM

You missed the letter W. It's supposed to be between V and X.

Posted by: Trent's Dick | Jul 1, 2005 10:56:18 AM

I'm sure it was very hard for her to focus on things such as editorial consistency and content (much less artistic merit) while working herself up with this last photo essay, Trent's Dick.

And as for you Dierdre -- you've been worshipping at your fleshy altar of Reznorian Hypocrisy too fucking long. You dare claim to be my friend, and post this last piece? I've said it before, and i say it again: HOW FUCKING DARE YOU.

Posted by: Gabriel | Jul 1, 2005 11:45:42 AM

Gabriel, you are such a dick.

Posted by: Annie | Jul 1, 2005 10:09:31 PM

Thanks for the head's up, Trent's cock. Rock on.

Posted by: Dierdre | Jul 2, 2005 8:17:49 AM

Dierdre i love your photo essays, i would love to see more if you make them!

Posted by: Jen | Jul 2, 2005 10:00:02 AM

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