When I think of “sex,” I usually imagine me and another consenting adult or two. I do have a little fantasy where Exador and Mack are in a bare knuckles fist fight which leads to hot man on man action which I watch while cuddling with the Church Secretary who whispers Walt Whitman in my ear which leads to massive smooches for me from all quarters, but I think 95% of us have that fantasy.
If an unmarried couple choose to shack up, that’s OK. If two peeps with the same plumbing choose to shack up, that’s OK. If more than two people choose to form a non-traditional family unit, that’s OK. Ditto with the views of the NAMBLA people, those special types of animal lovers and a host of other aberrations.
Bless your heart, Blue, but aren’t I supposed to be the dirty hippy liberal? You know how many times I thought about fucking little kids today? Zero. Never crosses my mind. Not me doing it. Not my neighbors doing it, not the people at the end of the street doing it. I know, intellectually, that those NAMBLA folks are out there, but I don’t think “that’s OK.” And the thing is, I’ve been a liberal for a long time and I’ve never met anyone who thought that that was okay. Nor have I met anyone who approves of people fucking animals.
I know you know that most Liberals aren’t kiddie/pet fuckers. I know your point is just that we’re depraived.
But you’re the one with the dirty laundry list, not me.
(I so want to work in this little tid-bit about Strom Thurmond, but it doesn’t quite fit. It’s a shame he’s dead. He’d got the perfect campaign slogon, “Strom: He’ll fuck you over all day long and then he and his wife will fuck you all night long.”)