I was going to make these next three stories their own separate posts, but I’ve been blogging for a really long time tonight, and blogging a lot. So I will combine them into one post about teh sex in general.
The first is from Shelley, and it’s a PETA ad that makes absolutely no sense. I’m not saying that usually they DO make sense, just this time it REALLY doesn’t make sense.
Apparently - ignoring the fact that your parents have teh sex is like ignoring the fact that animals can think. …Here’s the difference. Sex… is sex. Animals… get eaten. I’m sorry, but I just don’t understand PETA, they use guilt far too often for my liking. Yeah - I know that my chicken came from a factory farm. That’s really tough shit because a) its already dead and b) it’s an animal. What would PETA like us to do? Set up a nice big chicken society, build schools for the chickens… so that they can go and use their incredibly developed brains to their full potentials?
…And just as a side note, I accept the fact that my parents had sex at least 3 times.
But at least they didn’t have sex with a partner because then they would just be retarded. Yes, retarded. (Via Dogs 2.0)
The same sex relationships, he said, caused mental retardation, depression and high tendency to commit suicide.
Incredible isn’t it? At least in America they’re using the "it’s against the bible" argument rather than the flat out wrong argument of "it makes you retarded." It’s pretty pathetic when the bible argument makes more sense than the alternative argument.
My last sex link is from Sage, and it’s a real good laugh and a real good read about real bad sex. I have some really absolutely hilarious stories about some of the worst sex in the ENTIRE world. One of them… seriously… would beat any other bad sexual experience story that anyone could whip out. Honestly. But I can’t tell it here - because I have some shred of decency left in me.
Instead, I will just say "amen" to a few things that Sage writes…
I mean I couldn’t imagine getting off, then ignoring the person I’m
with when it’s obvious he’s not done. I really couldn’t imagine being
that selfish or that exhausted. If I’m awake enough for me; I think I
can hang in there for you too.It seems to me intercourse is an evolutionary fuck-up.
I know an awful lot of women who’ve told me they fake it regularly.
But if he’s hard, and I’m still dry, I get one of three responses: stop
to wait for me to get myself going, or just keep on pushing until the
lubing starts out of survival instinct. Or hork on me. Lovely.
Oh man, the things I could get into right now…
