I say, Leave my husband out of this!

Thanks, Lilly

What Jeff needs is a nice quiet weekend at a gay hotel in Palm Springs.

He links to Little Green Footballs all the time. Oh, and Lileks (by the way, why the fuck does anyone on the left give a shit about lileks? he watches a tape he made of 9/11 once a week to keep the rage fresh for god’s sake. and he isn’t funny unless you are being kitschy, like ‘Deep Thoughts by Jack Handey’).

Please. Jeff, Patterico, Seixon: go ahead and overdose on the medication. Then you can slap your cock in the face of all the virgins fags who’s asses you would kick if they didn’t seem so damn appealing.

Not once, not once, did I ever think for a moment of stripping a bunch of guys naked and creating an ass-pyramid of them.

From what I understand, the treatment of the prisoners at Abu Ghraib, Gitmo, and other U.S.-run prison systems included this odd, sexual element specifically because many Arab men are astonishingly homophobic and body-shy. It had been identified by the CIA as a weak point, and thus seemed like an easy “in” when trying to wring info out of prisoners. I’ve seen reports of the prisoners being posed in “simulated sexual positions,” in which they were photographed and then threatened with the publication of the photos, which would cause their own families to turn on them violently from even the suggestion of same-sex sex. Of recently, due to a fatwa by Ayatollah Sistani, there’s been a marked increase in murders of gays. Sistani said gays should bee killed in “the worst ways imaginable,” and the killings are excessively brutal, even for Iraq. Plus, the fundamentalists are so adverse to the display of bare skin that it has become too dangerous for children to wear shorts without risking murder. And it’s summer now, with 115º tempratures.
I hate fundies.

It would have stopped the conversation flat because someone would have spontaneously introduced weird gay sex imagery into a group of guys talking about fighting.

It’s like Abu Ghraib — I never thought really deeply about how to torture people, but I’ve read books and movies etc., and there was plenty of nasty violent stuff like things shoved under fingernails, etc.

Not once, not once, did I ever think for a moment of stripping a bunch of guys naked and creating an ass-pyramid of them. Not once. Not in a movie, or a book, nothing.

Who the f*** among men normally link the notion of violence to weird homo-erotic actions?

Back in the corporate world I had this Network Admin who had this video he would play somewhat regularly. In this video, a young lady was, er, orally servicing two gentelmen. In the part of the clip in question, one of the gentelmen apparently reaches the conclusion that the other gentelman is getting an unreasonable amout of attention from the young lady. In order to both register his displeasure and to request a certain amount of concentration on HIS entertainment, he gently, but firmly, taps repeatedly on the back of the young lady’s head with his manhood. While describing it does not effectively communicate the humor, the incongruousness of asking for attention in this manner is truly hilarious…

mikey

The World on Fire . . . Taxi from Africa . . . The Grand Hotel . . .
He was drunk a big party last night back, going back
in all directions sleeping these insane hours I’ll never wake up
in a good mood again I’m sick of these stinky boots.

Lament for my cock
Sore and crucified
I seek to know you.
Acquiring soulful wisdom,
You can open walls of mystery,
Stripshow.

How to acquire death in the morning show.
TV death which the child absorbs
Deathwell mystery which makes me write
Slow train, the death of my cock gives life.

Forgive the poor old people who gave us entry
taught us god in the child’s prayer in the night.

Guitar player,
Ancient wise satyr,
Sing you ode to my cock.

Caress its lament,
Stiffen and guide us, we frozen.
Lost cells, The knowledge of cancer,
To speak to the heart
And give the great gift:
Words Power Trance

This stable friend and the beasts of his zoo,
Wild haired chicks,
Women flowery in their summit,
Monsters of skin.
Each color connects
to create the boat
which rocks the race.
Could any hell be more horrible
than now
and real?

I pressed her thigh and death smiled.

Death, old friend,
Death and my cock are the world.
I can forgive my injuries in the name of
Wisdom Luxury Romance

Sentence upon sentence
Words are healing lament
For the death of my cock’s spirit
Has no meaning in the soft fire.
Words got me the wound and will get me well,
If you believe it.

All join now and lament for the death of my cock
A tongue of knowledge in the feathered night.
Boys get crazy in the head and suffer,
I sacrifice my cock on the altar of silence.

Thoughts in time and out of season

A real man would admit his dick fixation.

And besides, that, the guy just isn’t very good at the insulting; It pretty much consists of threatening to rape his opponents and calling them gay. It’s not a huge repetoire, and the idea that the best way to debate an idea is to kill or humiliate the other debator isn’t exactly the mark of an intellectual.

Maybe Jeff requires donning of a ball-gag before the cock-slapping: look out for anyone who knows how to throw an M&M up in the air and gulp it coming down. And he must have some sort of ball-protecting contraption as a fail-safe, like a chastity-disabled chastity belt or something. Diagrams of the Goldstein cock-slap technique may be in order.

Beneficial and mutual cock-slapping is a different thing entirely.

Has anyone actually been cock-slapped? I mean, in a bad way.

Not in a bad way, though it can sting a bit. But, it was consensual, so I can’t complain. Besides, sometimes the boundaries of pleasure and pain… blur a bit. You are correctomundo to assume that kneeling is involved, though.

Though I must say that I was not very impressed when she tried to slap me in the face with her cock, damned thing kept trying to peck at my eyes.