quickbeam, the hasty ent (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} jenhowell) wrote,@ 2008-01-31 18:56:00 |
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a vegan fucking strip club/an interesting "Savage Love"
So, I knew I kept reading![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif)
veganpeople for some reason. Apparently, Portland (or Beaverton if you want to be exact) now has a VEGAN STRIP CLUB: http://blogtown.portlandmercury.com/200
I say, kudos, and way to "Keep Portland Weird."
I have to say I'm a bit disappointed in Matt Davis for not getting it and clearly no longer being a vegan, which he was headed towards when last he and I met. Ah, well...
I also thought the umpteenth "Do vegans swallow?" question was soooooooooo fucking tired. It's like, gee, lame-ass, what do you think. I'm sorry if this offends anyone, but it really is the stupidest possible question vegans get asked. But just in case anyone actually wonders - swallowing during a blow-job (hopefully!) involves consent. Eating dead animals does not involve consent, hence the equation "meat is murder," as to murder is to kill someone without their consent. I suppose some people might be confused and think that semen is an "animal product" and that vegans avoid all animal products and there's nothing deeper going on, involving ethics, consent, etc. Again, sorry to be bitchy if that offends anyone, but yeah, veganism isn't some weird culty thing where we just don't eat animal products to be perfectionists or crazy or for a laugh or cause we think they're disgusting. I'd rather eat the snot out of your nose (with your consent) than cow's milk which was not intended for me and results in the death/imprisonment of a baby cow and its mother. Please, however, do not make me choose. I don't like eating either form of mucus.
That said, the questioner threatened to put his "Do vegans swallow?" question to Dan Savage. I get the feeling that Savage understands veganism a little better than said person, given his response to the zoophilia question he answered a week or so ago. It's not an ideal response (and I'm certainly sorry that Savage continues to eat animals while still knowing what happens to them), but Savage at least had the balls to call the rest of America out on their ridiculous hypocrisy. Check it out, it's worth a read:
I'm a 25-year-old male. I'm a zoophile and always have been. I'm a longtime reader (I'm sure you're thrilled), so I know my interests aren't on your approved list of sexual activities. Not trying to argue that point. However, it's clear what turns my head when I walk down the street and it's never the person holding the leash. I know from your column and many other sources that once your brain is "wired" a certain way, "rewiring" it is unlikely (snowball's chance in hell), so this isn't going to go away. My question is what do I do?
Currently, I don't date. I was married once, briefly, never had sex, marriage quickly annulled. I currently have no sexual attraction to any human, male or female, so I don't feel the need to date. Also, sharing this information with anyone would probably end in horror, tears, and my needing to move out of state. However, a lifetime without a relationship (two-legged or four-legged) seems unappealing. Here are the options I see:
1. Get a shrink (who I can talk to about this) and a girlfriend or boyfriend (who I can't talk to about it) and, in terms of the sex, master giving head since my dick won't want to join the party.
2. Buy a house with a big yard and... well, you know.
I don't care if you print this. I'd just like another opinion. I mean, honestly, who else would answer this anonymously, for free, and I actually have some faith in his judgment?
Really Unsure For Future
In short... my advice... which is really going to annoy Mike "Man and Animal" Huckabee... is... um... to buy that big house, RUFF, one with a nice, big yard... and do what you gotta do. Inside, please, shades drawn.
Bestiality is wrong, wrong, wrong, because an animal cannot give its consent. But... uh... anyone who's ever actually owned a boy dog knows that most would be only too delighted to... um... well, you know.
I assumed and, via e-mail, confirmed that you want to be fucked by dogs, as that's almost always the case with dudes into dogs. Man-on-dog is a whole lot wronger than dog-on-man, if I may use a certain former senator's formulation, for reasons of safety for the animal. A zoophile who takes a torn-up girl dog to the vet is going to wind up talking with the police and having to cross a PETA picket line to get back into his house—and it'll serve him right.
For the record, I'm con bestiality. I think fucking dogs is wrong, wrong, wrong. But I had pork and beef and chicken at dinner last night—all 100 percent factory-farmed meat, derived from animals that were cruelly tortured every second of their brief and miserable existence—and my particular strain of Tourette's syndrome commands me to say this: If I were an animal, I'd much rather be screwed than stewed. We murder animals for their flesh, skins, fur, and just for the fuck of it. Those of us who eat meat; wear fur; run around in leather pants, jackets, shoes, restraints, etc.; and kill animals for sport don't have much moral authority when it comes time to lecture those of you who wanna smooch the pooch.
Finally, RUFF, build a nice, tall fence around that yard, okay? And seeing a shrink probably won't make you wanna screw humans but, hey, it couldn't hurt.
So, I knew I kept reading
veganpeople for some reason. Apparently, Portland (or Beaverton if you want to be exact) now has a VEGAN STRIP CLUB: http://blogtown.portlandmercury.com/200I say, kudos, and way to "Keep Portland Weird."
I have to say I'm a bit disappointed in Matt Davis for not getting it and clearly no longer being a vegan, which he was headed towards when last he and I met. Ah, well...
I also thought the umpteenth "Do vegans swallow?" question was soooooooooo fucking tired. It's like, gee, lame-ass, what do you think. I'm sorry if this offends anyone, but it really is the stupidest possible question vegans get asked. But just in case anyone actually wonders - swallowing during a blow-job (hopefully!) involves consent. Eating dead animals does not involve consent, hence the equation "meat is murder," as to murder is to kill someone without their consent. I suppose some people might be confused and think that semen is an "animal product" and that vegans avoid all animal products and there's nothing deeper going on, involving ethics, consent, etc. Again, sorry to be bitchy if that offends anyone, but yeah, veganism isn't some weird culty thing where we just don't eat animal products to be perfectionists or crazy or for a laugh or cause we think they're disgusting. I'd rather eat the snot out of your nose (with your consent) than cow's milk which was not intended for me and results in the death/imprisonment of a baby cow and its mother. Please, however, do not make me choose. I don't like eating either form of mucus.
That said, the questioner threatened to put his "Do vegans swallow?" question to Dan Savage. I get the feeling that Savage understands veganism a little better than said person, given his response to the zoophilia question he answered a week or so ago. It's not an ideal response (and I'm certainly sorry that Savage continues to eat animals while still knowing what happens to them), but Savage at least had the balls to call the rest of America out on their ridiculous hypocrisy. Check it out, it's worth a read:
I'm a 25-year-old male. I'm a zoophile and always have been. I'm a longtime reader (I'm sure you're thrilled), so I know my interests aren't on your approved list of sexual activities. Not trying to argue that point. However, it's clear what turns my head when I walk down the street and it's never the person holding the leash. I know from your column and many other sources that once your brain is "wired" a certain way, "rewiring" it is unlikely (snowball's chance in hell), so this isn't going to go away. My question is what do I do?
Currently, I don't date. I was married once, briefly, never had sex, marriage quickly annulled. I currently have no sexual attraction to any human, male or female, so I don't feel the need to date. Also, sharing this information with anyone would probably end in horror, tears, and my needing to move out of state. However, a lifetime without a relationship (two-legged or four-legged) seems unappealing. Here are the options I see:
1. Get a shrink (who I can talk to about this) and a girlfriend or boyfriend (who I can't talk to about it) and, in terms of the sex, master giving head since my dick won't want to join the party.
2. Buy a house with a big yard and... well, you know.
I don't care if you print this. I'd just like another opinion. I mean, honestly, who else would answer this anonymously, for free, and I actually have some faith in his judgment?
Really Unsure For Future
In short... my advice... which is really going to annoy Mike "Man and Animal" Huckabee... is... um... to buy that big house, RUFF, one with a nice, big yard... and do what you gotta do. Inside, please, shades drawn.
Bestiality is wrong, wrong, wrong, because an animal cannot give its consent. But... uh... anyone who's ever actually owned a boy dog knows that most would be only too delighted to... um... well, you know.
I assumed and, via e-mail, confirmed that you want to be fucked by dogs, as that's almost always the case with dudes into dogs. Man-on-dog is a whole lot wronger than dog-on-man, if I may use a certain former senator's formulation, for reasons of safety for the animal. A zoophile who takes a torn-up girl dog to the vet is going to wind up talking with the police and having to cross a PETA picket line to get back into his house—and it'll serve him right.
For the record, I'm con bestiality. I think fucking dogs is wrong, wrong, wrong. But I had pork and beef and chicken at dinner last night—all 100 percent factory-farmed meat, derived from animals that were cruelly tortured every second of their brief and miserable existence—and my particular strain of Tourette's syndrome commands me to say this: If I were an animal, I'd much rather be screwed than stewed. We murder animals for their flesh, skins, fur, and just for the fuck of it. Those of us who eat meat; wear fur; run around in leather pants, jackets, shoes, restraints, etc.; and kill animals for sport don't have much moral authority when it comes time to lecture those of you who wanna smooch the pooch.
Finally, RUFF, build a nice, tall fence around that yard, okay? And seeing a shrink probably won't make you wanna screw humans but, hey, it couldn't hurt.
