utter nonsense? I got one a while back that went “sceptic issuance flesh exotic.” I still trying to decide whether it describes some kind of gooshy fetish or a crime scene. Unfortunately, that was the only subject heading that tweaked my attention. Sure wish the penis enlargement crowd would be more creative when they spam me.
A couple of headlines to contemplate:
I’m ambivalent about Pee Wee Herman pleading out on obscenity charges. On the one hand, I appreciate any defendent’s right to plead out to avoid a protracted and expensive trial. Making it go away quickly (well, however quick quickly can be after the DA’s office has strung out your case for over a year) has its appeal and the sentence doesn’t look all that oppressive. And one could say it has its parallels to how Seymour Butts pleaded in his obscenity case a couple of years ago. On the other hand, the only way we’ll ever make it clear that vintage erotica does not wholly equate to kiddie porn is if someone somewhere contests the charges. Which is what Reubens owned. Note:
“That mischaracterizes the art collection seized,” Reubens’ lawyer, Blair Berk, said Friday. “If that means a black-and-white tintype from 1901 with a young man of indeterminate, 17- to 19-year-old age, laying on the beach after having gone skinny-dipping … then they got it.”
Sorry, doesn’t sound like kiddie porn to me and considering what horrors do exist in kiddie porn and child exploitation, couldn’t this witch hunt have been better spent elsewhere?
I hope someone will do a step better in challenging the blantantly biased anti-piercing law Georgia just passed. Not only does it trivialize real genital mutilation, but it’s sexist too. The fact that I can’t get one single genital piercing in GA but a guy could get a bunch of ladders on his cock is simply ludicrous. Of course, this is a boneheaded decision, isn’t it? What I really want to know, though, is: If I’m visiting in the Peach State, happen to set off a metal detector and my genital piercings are consequently discovered, am I gonna get hassled by the man?
Hassled by the man? Yeesh. Sorry about that. Forgot what decade I was in.
Erg. Speaking of wrong decade, this reminds me of so much old feminism. Couches everything in het terms and doesn’t recognize what I guess I’ll call gender flow. Besides, how does the argument stand up in the face of this enticing remake? (Can’t wait for 4/16!)
FYI: I’m really busy with writing deadlines this week but I’ll try to blog once or twice more. Check back, K?
