I know, I know, I promised some other posts but I got side-tracked and had to rant.
Ladies, if someone came up to you and said that cutting off a chunk of your clit had all sorts of possible (though insignificant) health benefits would you go for it?
Somehow I doubt it.
When you hear about female genital mutilation in third world countries does it make you cringe? And/or donate to Human Rights Watch?
Then why, for the god damn fucking sake are people still encouraging male circumcision?
I just saw a news article TODAY that mentioned all these “benefits” to cutting off men’s foreskins. Except, if you actually read the stats, get the background information, give it a little critical thought and check other sources, it’s almost COMPLETE BULLSHIT.
Why is this socially acceptable? Why is this even worth a fucking article? Why aren’t people pissed off?
Do you know why circumcision was invented? The church thought it would be a way to lessen boys’ urges to masturbate.
But this isn’t the fucking dark ages, why is this still a thing? Why are we permanently damaging male children, removing thousands of their nerve endings on the most sensitive part of their body?
I’ve read the studies, seen the arguments, and they’re all full of shit. Seriously. EVERY SINGLE POINT!
I don’t get it. If we were talking about mutilating baby girls there would be a shit storm of epic proportions, but no one cares about boys? This is fucking bullshit.
Originally I was going to write a post about a really crazy, sex filled dream I had last night (I know, right? Weird week for dreams), but then I ran across this article about the democratic race that was just too good not to post.
Personally, I consider myself something of an independent. I’m very liberal, big on social rights, so I tend way more often towards the democrats (also because republicans are fucking insane) but I’m way too cynical about politics (and politicians) to actually be part of a party.
That said, I’ve been paying a lot of attention to the democratic race this year. One, because I can’t stand Hilary Clinton (post), and, two, because the republicans are even more terrifying than usual. I’ve told several people already that if Trump gets elected I’m going to renounce my citizenship. Thankfully, it won’t come to that because it’ll never happen, but the prospect is scary enough.
Now, I’m not a fanboy for Bernie, and I’m still dubious about his chances against Hilary in the long run, but he does talk a lot of sense. Whether he could actually get any of that stuff done is questionable, but he’s pointing the right directions at least.
Amidst all the pundits, idiots, and other mass media time wasting I stumbled upon a a diamond in the rough, a blogger for Huffington Post. Unlike so many of the “real” journalists and reporters, this blogger, who’s a PhD student, did some serious research on democratic political trends as they relate to income inequality and economic crises… and how that all relates to Hilary v Bernie. It’s a fascinating article if you have the patience to get through all the technical details.
I had a dream last night that got me thinking and a little nostalgic this morning. Not in some “the old days were so great” kind of way, but there are things I used to have that I do miss.
In the dream I was staying at a very isolated, backwoods motel in the middle of the woods. It was an old place that looked like it hadn’t been updated in forever with an attached restaurant. At first I was investigating some weirdness in the area but “fell” for one of the young women working at the place (it was family run, she was probably in her early 20’s), she was one of those people who you’re just instantly comfortable with and the dream shifted to focus on her. She was sexy but the dream wasn’t sexual, if that makes sense. We spent a lot of time in the restaurant and in the dining area, talking, walking together, touching.
I could go into more detail, the rest of the dream was pretty strange and might make a good story someday, but when I woke up it was the comfort level with the woman that I really stuck with me. Continue reading
The less than great news today is that both of my new CL friends flaked out. It happens, though usually I’m pretty good at picking out which ones will and which ones won’t. Not a particularly big deal either way, a massive dose of quality time and online porn has calmed my libido down since I got back. I’ve returned to normal, my merely average level of horniness. Which is probably better in the long run since I make questionable decisions otherwise.
And like every cloud, this one has a silver lining… Once again, I can willfully ignore the worst holiday of the year.
It’s like my nemesis. It might only come around once a year but it pretty much ruins the entire month. It’s a lose-lose, if you’re in a relationship you have to do the whole buy-her-love dance, and if you’re single than you have to deal with being bombarded with images of “love” and happy couples for weeks and weeks. The whole mass media industry suddenly goes fucking crazy for couples and “showing” (buying) our overwhelming love for our lifetime match.
I have to stop here or I’m going to get even more angry than usual. It’s best for me to just avoid the whole topic.
And this year I can safely do that without it affecting my sex life. Thank the gods.
So, for the rest of you enjoying the safety of spending Valentine’s Day alone, have a good one. Don’t forget to stock up on the wine.
(Notice I didn’t mention the Super Bowl? Yeah, I’m not really a fan of football either. What can I say, February is pretty much a crap month all around.)
Ever since I got back from my trip I’ve been ridiculously horny. As such, I’ve found myself drifting more and more toward my old hunting grounds, the place where the darkest shadows meet, the seediest of players gather, the place that always makes me feel like I need to take an antiseptic shower… Craig’s List.
I’m only half kidding. Yes, CL has been a favorite of mine for a long time but it’s not (always) as bad as I make it sound. At least not for guys. Usually. Sure, like an old hotel room, you might not want to go poking around with a UV light, but at least it’s cheap and easy. Continue reading