For fuck’s sake, VOTE

 

Curse you, panel 1!

This set me off.

This comic set me off. Specifically, the first panel.

Here’s a transcript. The character says :

“Voting is a mistake. A single vote is unlikely to change the outcome of the election, so it’s a waste of time. “

That argument is so fucking stupid.

What it is really saying is, “Because I, personally, will not decide the outcome of the election, I’m not going to vote. ”

I mean, how fucking privilged and spoiled can you get? This is the madness of excess individualism. It’s either my vote decides the election for everybody (in which case, hey, why did even bother letting them vote? why not just ask YOU?) or it is just not worth the minimal amount of effort it takes to vote.

I mean, you have to register to vote, then find out where you polling place is, then wait till election day, then get to the polling place, then wait in line, and then vote, and by that point it’s this whole thing.

And then they have the nerve to count a lot of OTHER people’s votes!

I mean, how fair is that?

So listen up, folks. Don’t give me that “my vote doesn’t make a difference” crap. Your vote makes exactly one vote’s worth of difference, same as everyone else’s. If that’s not enough of an impact for you, you need to ask yourself if you ever understood what democracy means at all.

The real reason people don’t vote is that they are afraid of the responsibility. They don’t want to have to make that kind of big, important choice. It intimidates them.

And they are lazy. Voting means learning about the issues and having opinions on complicated matters and, ya know, actually thinking about stuff, and it is  so much easier just to come up with some tissue thin excuse and let everyone else decide the fate of the world for you.

Because that is what you are saying when you refuse to vote. You are saying, “Oh, whatever everyone else decides for me is fine;. ”

And trust me, there is nothing that the bilionaires of the One Percent like more than people who do not vote. Low voter turnout gives them tinglies in their naughty places.

Because the fewer people who vote, the smaller the number of people they have to cheat, manipulate, or downright lie to in order to get their way and remind people that they are nothing but a commodity to be bought and sold.

And they can say, “Hey, we asked you, and you said we could do whatever we wanted and that would be okay by you! After all, silence is permission!’

Just lie back an think of England, folks.

So vote, god damn it. Even if it means accepting that you are just one pebble in an avalanche. Even if it means you don’t get to be the hero of the story. Even if it means taking time out of your precious life when you don’t even get to rule the world.

I mean, grow the fuck UP.


I’m going to share porn today.

After all, this blog is about my life and what’s on my mind, and porn is my sex life and right now I am horny.

So what the hell.

I have been perusing Disney porn lately. Gay porn, obviously. I have discovered that the good good folks at rule34.xxx have a simply staggering amount of the stuff and so I have been browsing and saving to my perverted little heart’s content.

Makes other organs happy too. If ya know what I mean.

And some of it is quite well drawn, too. Like this masterstroke… I mean, masterpiece :

Tony the Tiger, pre-fame

That’s it, sexy boy. Show us you’re a tiger!

That’s one of the super sexy tiger boys that dance with recording artist Gazelle in the movie Zootopia. And oh my my, he certainly brings out the tiger in ME.

It’s amusing that the porn fandom (my fave kind) insists on calling these guys “stripper tigers”. As if there were strippers in a Disney/Pixar movie. Admittedly, they are dressed like male strippers, but still.

Note : in the movie, they are definitely wearing pants. More’s the pity.

Oh, and in case you are wondering what his cock is coming out of, it’s his sheath. All male mammals have them, including humans. Ours is just less fuzy and we call it a “foreskin” or “prepuce”.

Then there’s this magnificent studly slab of beef :

Is he mad? Horny? Both?

Yum. That’s Chief Bogo, also from Zootopia. My god, would I love to hop on that, strap myself in, and ride it for all it is worth.

Did I mention how horny I am right now? I did? Well, expect me to do it again, because it is turning me on.

Not that this is entirely about getting me off. I am also doing this as a way to break down the wall between my sexuality and the world as part of my ongoing campaign to de-compartmentalize my life and get all my complexities working together for once.

And what the hell, this is the age of everyone sharing everything, so why not?

Then there’s this sweet little feast :

I bet it tastes sweet from all the donuts he eats

Ooh, I want it all!

That extra large helping of sexiness is Clawhauser, who works reception at the police station in Zootopia.

He is sweet, and shy, and nerdy, and plump, and I just want to cuddle up with his no doubt very soft self and make a meal of all his goodies.

Especially that tight and tasty looking tailhole (that’s furry for “butthole”). I would dive in tongue first and sluro away at his insides till he’s all squirmy and giggly, then I would shove my hard cock into that eager hole and ride that plush and plump rump of his (more cushion for the pushin’) till we both blast off.

God damn I am horny.

Well, I guess that’s enough alienation of my few fans for now. Thanks for coming with me to someplace you never thought you would see.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow,.

Maybe I should start my own porn tumblr…

 

 

The Freedom Fighters

, what if I actually slowed down enough to write down the dialogue I write in my head? Guess it would go something like this.


They’d almost made it out the door of the Forest Pines Bar and Grill (“Let us cater your next barbecue!”) when Ernie’s voice froze them dead in their tracks,.

“Well hey there fellas. ” said Ernie, all casual and friendly like. “And just where are you boys going all dressed up like you was G. I. Joe?”

Roy and the Boys (Alvie, the Nickle, Big Steve, and Bobby the Bone) looked at each other then down at their camo outfits and “tactical” gear like this was the first time they had seen it in their lives.

“Oh that’s right!” Ernie said, smacking himself on the head and making a big deal of it. “You boys are off to save America from the gays and the black folk and the women, right? You boys still think the real problem in America is most of the people in it, right?”

“Whatever you say, Ernie. ” said Alvie.

“Thanks, Alvie. ” said Ernie. “That’s right, you “Freedom Armed MIlitia” boys are the last line of defense against the liberal hordes that are sure to be descending on our peaceful little town oh, any minute now, ain’t that right boys? ”

Rufus, Ernie’s boyfriend (“He’s not my boyfriend, he’s just a guy I fuck”) and laugh track, guffawed heartily at that.

“Well I sure do appreciate you boys savin’ American for all us sheeple every weekend. ” said Ernie. “That’s quite the important job you got there. I am sure that, seeing as the fate of the free world is on the line, you boys must spend all weekend doin’ nothing but training, exercising, drilling, prepping, and doing everything else you can in order to be ready for when Uncle Sam comes for your guns, right?”

“Jesus Christ, Ernie. ” said Roy.

Ernie ignored him, which is probably just as well. “I mean, with all them big black dicks and raging pedophiles coming to ravage this fair town of hours, I am sure dedicated patriots like you wouldn’t even dream of spending time fishing, or hunting, or just sitting around shooting the shit. ”

Ernie grinned wide. “Why, I bet when you real Americans go out there, you’re so busy saving the world that you don’t… even.. drink. ”

Rufus knew his cue and laughed hard at that one. Nobody else did, because by that point, all the other patrons had left.

“Because if all that weren’t true, then you and your ‘militia’ would just be another bunch of idiots who like to get drunk in the woods, wouldn’t you? Except most of them are smart enough to know they’re just a bunch of dumb rednecks who ain’t gonna save the world from jack shit. ”

Rufus was beside himself now. The Boys just kind of looked down at their feet, not looking Ernie in the eye. Waiting for permission to leave. LIke usual.

But just as Ernie was turning away,  all five feet of the Nickel spoke up.

“Now you listen here, you asshole…. ” said the Nickel.

“Don’t. It’s not worth it. ” said Big Steve.

“Oh, this ought to be good. ” said Ernie as he gave Rufus a nudge.

“…first off, everyone in town knows you can only talk to people like that ’cause your Dad owns this place and it’s the only bar in town. So don’t go pretending like you’re some kind of big man. You’re just an overgrown spoiled brat  with a big mouth. Got it?”

Rufus looked at Ernie in confusion. But Ernie just smiled and said “True. ”

“… and yeah, maybe me and the Boys spend more time drinking and shooting the shit than we do training out there. but that’s still a fuck of a lot more than you’ve ever done with your life. ”

Rufus looked like he was gonna shit himself sideways out of confusion as Ernie’s smile got even wider. “Hell yeah and amen. ”

“…and yeah, maybe the federal government ain’t coming to take our guns… ”

“Not with your boy in the White House. ” said Ernie.

The Nickel didn’t know how to reply to that, so he just kept going. “…but a lot of good people aren’t happy about what is going on in this country, and if we make just one of them sleep a little better at night, well then, it’s all worth it., ”

Rufus stared at Ernie so hard his eyes bugged out.

Ernie got up, down the rest of his beer, slammed the mug down, and said “FINALLY. ”

“Finally, one of you dumb motherfuckers decided to crawl up out of the mud and call me on all my bullshit. That’s all I ever wanted. I have been sitting in this pub and trying to get a rise out of you hillbillies for years, and it has finally paid off. ”

Smiling like a saint, Ernie clapped the Nickel on the shoulder and said “Words cannot describe how happy you have made me tonight, Nickel. In fact…. why don’t all you boys come join me at the bar tonight. Drinks are on me. ”

The Boys looked at Roy. Roy looked at the Nickel. The Nickel made a show of thinking it over real good.

“Well…. ” said the Nickel. “That’s a mighty interesting offer. Most fellas would jump at the chance to drink all night for free. But I am certain that I am speaking for all us Boys when I say this to you. ”

And then the Nickel got up all nice and close to Ernie, who wasn’t much taller, and when they were almost nose to nose, the Nickel said “FUCK. YOU. ”

And with that, Roy and the Boys turned and left the bar.

And Ernie just say there, smiling, and said, “Anyone know if the Nickel is, you know… seeing any body?”

Then he looked at Rufus, whose whole world was crumbling.

“And what the fuck are you looking at? ” he said to Rufus.

And somewhere in the distance, a big rid blew its brakes.


I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.