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Thursday, March 11, 2004

Meditating on haiku-like porn spam in my mailbox this morning
Drown that clown!
Ejaculate like a Porn Star!
Volume Pills

[image of blonde awash face-to-boobs w/ semen, worshipfully tonguing a very large, very purple erection]

Who or what in this metaphor is likened to "clown"? And, more to the point, why?

Is it the sex partner? Why call your partner a clown? Does anyone find clowns especially sexy? Even slightly sexy? I mean, aren't clowns supposed to make you want to laugh derisively? I can't even imagine somehow holding in my mind, without making a strenuous effort of godlike Keatsian negative capability (or without possessing to an extraordinary degree Fitzgerald's first-rate intelligence, the test of which he patently took from Keats), the attitude of derisory amusement and the sensation of sexual delirium. And, on top of that, finding attractive the idea of "drowning" that strangely desireable graceless ignoramus in my semen!

So is it the penis, then? Granted penises share some qualities with rude mechanicals, what must it be like psychically to think of your penis as a clown? And to want to buy volume pills so as more completely to drench that drench-deserving clown?

You would be, um, hard pressed to find someone more tolerant (not to say enthusiastic) about porn than I. Moreover, I look back very fondly on all the cum facials I've ever received (not that many, really, but enough to say "all") and look forward to more. Nevertheless, I can't say I'm transported to delight over my morning coffee on seeing a raging truncheon-penis and a naked woman lathered in semen. It's like looking at close ups of surgery.

I wonder if surgeons have any problem looking at surgical pix over their morning coffee?




Posted by: Mika / 3/11/2004 09:13:00 AM permalink  · 0 comments
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