So yeah. Gonna post more porn.

I mean, what the hell. Most of the time, I just end up frustrated when I try to jack off. My social anxiety precludes most forms of sex with others, not to mention the crippling conflict in my mind between my homosexuality and my childhood rape trauma making me kind of fall apart psychologically when I actually try sex.

I wonder if sex with a woman would have the same effect? Would be hilarious to find that the only way I can really have sex is to go with my non-preferred gender.

Anyhow, on with the smut.

Guess what? I just looked it up, and bestiality porn is legal in Canada!

Of course, if you’re a furry, bestiality is a slippery (and throbbing) subject. For all we know, Mister Unicorn With Dat Sweet Ass can talk and is as sentient as you or I, and is therefore a “person” and not an “animal” by the common definitions.

He just happens to be a “person” with four legs and hooves.

I mean, when you have all the bronies fapping over their fave My Little Pony character :

…then who is to say where the line is any more?

Me. And I say animals can be pretty god damned sexy and sentient or not, I can’t see any reason for human-critter sex to be illegal.

So yeah. I am into sex with animals.

And yet another of my perversions emerges from the depths of my unconscious!

Animals have always been people to me anyhow. Not in the same way an adult human being is a person – I am not saying we should give them the vote.

But they are conscious living critters with emotions and needs, and one of those needs is sex. It’s a need we share and I don’t see any reason why we can’t get together and share that special connection with them.

Beats nullifying their sexuality just to make them easier for us to deal with.

And when you combine the bestiality with my pee fetish, you get :

Insert your Budweiser and/or or “you don’y buy beer, you rent it” type jokes here.

Anyone got a stein? I’m real thirsty.

Another fave of mine? Rimming.

I love to eat butt. I see a sexy butt and I want to dive in face first with my tongue out.

I am so oral.

And don’t give me your grossed out looks. The anus is not inherently dirty. Like everything else, it can be cleaned, and that makes analingus at least as clean as, say, giving someone a blowjob.

Which I also enjoy almost as much.

I am such a greedy little bitch.

Well I guess that’s enough dirty filthy smut for now.

More after the break.

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Okay, on with the smut.

In other words, I still have nothing in particular I feel the need to write about. I am sure that later, I will think of a ton of things to write about and then promptly forget them, leaving myself in the same state as I am in right now, namely tabula rasa.

I suppose it doesn’t have to be smut, though. I have tons of non-porn images too.

But smut is so much fun!

Check out the tiger keeping tabs on who is doing what with/to whom. I would totally be that guy at an orgy. The one who organized the whole thing, including a detailed round robin to make sure everyone tries everything with everyone else.

Sort of like sexual speed dating. Call it speed humping.

Ordered a bunch of sushi for dindins tonight. Dithered for way too long over what to order. I now remember why I have chosen my Saturday night meals based on the first thing I thought of in the past.

Beats all the fretting over it when I foolishly decide to think about it instead.

Western culture tends to assume that thinking things through logically is always better. As if the right answer can always be determined by logical analysis.

But what if you don’t have enough information? What then?

Does Burridan’s Ass starve to death, or do you start going with your gut?

Sometimes our guts are a lot smarter than the brains they support.

Here’s a funny little comic strip vignette :

Guess you’re doing to have to up your game if you want another five star fuck, boy.

I love how it conveys so much without words. I know that annoys some people, and I have been that kind of person when it is done poorly.

But when it is done well, it’s breathtaking in its elegant simplicity.

The wry little observation about human nature and is foibles is quite good too. People today are getting addicted to the feeling of power that comes from rating everything on Yelp, Amazon, eBay, and everything else.

But in the gig economy, customers get rated too. A vendor or service provider could, in theory, refuse to sell to you because you have a poor rating.

And that sounds great to me, to be honest. I am a huge fan of accountability, and think the world needs more of it.

Like, a LOT more of it.

But I know that such a system could be gamed into a form of bullying where people gang together to give low ratings to people they don’t like.

Not a problem if the sample size is big enough. If there’s like 1000 ratings, it doesn’t matter if 20 assholes rate you a 0 out of spite.

I feel like there is a warm lesson about humanity in that somewhere.

Maybe it’s that the horrible mean people are a tiny minority and if we all work together, we can take away all their power without having to engage them at all.

Yeah. Let’s go with that.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.