I was catching up on my Althouse tonight, and read her newest post about Rupaul. I kinda feel sorry for Rupaul: I think she has spent a life getting to be what she wants in her identity, and I think now that identity might have trapped her a little bit.
Because if she does something that isn't what people expect from her, they will turn on her and shit. So before she was Rupaul because that was who she wanted to be, but now she has to be Rupaul even if she wanted to move onto something else. And there's always someone in the crowd ready to yell 'Judas'. That's a Dylan reference, because this is Althouse, and I think she likes that shit.
So I was thinking about Rupaul, and how people react to her. Because now you're talking about the gay thing, really, and a lot of people have trouble with the gay thing, it's not just the 4chan trolls.
And I don't think I'd ever want to have sex with a guy, but who knows, I've been so drunk sometimes that I don't remember the previous night, and maybe one of the things I don't remember is that some guy sucked my cock. I mean, I don't think that has ever happened, but I don't know how I could prove that it didn't, you know?
So then I started thinking some more. And say there was a disease that would kill you, and the only cure was getting regular blow-jobs. Sure, at first that doesn't seem like that bad a disease, but it's probably difficult to get a blow-job everyday, even if you're, like, married.
I think you'd have to be rich, really, because I bet women are more willing to give blow-jobs if a lot of money is involved. For those who aren't rich, you just might have to make do with crack-whores.
Anyway, you have this disease, and you desperately need a blow-job or you're gonna die real soon and shit. And there are only two people there who are willing to give you a blow-job. But one is a dude, and the other is a skanky chick with raging mouth herpes.
So now you have to think: how important is it to me that I not be gay, at least for a few minutes? Because I don't want raging mouth herpes on my dick.
And what if some real fucked-up Kafka shit happened to you, like you wake up in the morning, and you're not a cockroach, but your girlfriend is now a dude? Does that mean you don't love her the same now? If sex is about love, wouldn't that mean you have to fuck her anyway, even with her now being a dude and shit? Because I think the marriage vows kinda say you have to.
Anyway, it was just some thoughts I had. I mentioned them on 4chan, but then everyone just called me a fag.
Because if she does something that isn't what people expect from her, they will turn on her and shit. So before she was Rupaul because that was who she wanted to be, but now she has to be Rupaul even if she wanted to move onto something else. And there's always someone in the crowd ready to yell 'Judas'. That's a Dylan reference, because this is Althouse, and I think she likes that shit.
So I was thinking about Rupaul, and how people react to her. Because now you're talking about the gay thing, really, and a lot of people have trouble with the gay thing, it's not just the 4chan trolls.
And I don't think I'd ever want to have sex with a guy, but who knows, I've been so drunk sometimes that I don't remember the previous night, and maybe one of the things I don't remember is that some guy sucked my cock. I mean, I don't think that has ever happened, but I don't know how I could prove that it didn't, you know?
So then I started thinking some more. And say there was a disease that would kill you, and the only cure was getting regular blow-jobs. Sure, at first that doesn't seem like that bad a disease, but it's probably difficult to get a blow-job everyday, even if you're, like, married.
I think you'd have to be rich, really, because I bet women are more willing to give blow-jobs if a lot of money is involved. For those who aren't rich, you just might have to make do with crack-whores.
Anyway, you have this disease, and you desperately need a blow-job or you're gonna die real soon and shit. And there are only two people there who are willing to give you a blow-job. But one is a dude, and the other is a skanky chick with raging mouth herpes.
So now you have to think: how important is it to me that I not be gay, at least for a few minutes? Because I don't want raging mouth herpes on my dick.
And what if some real fucked-up Kafka shit happened to you, like you wake up in the morning, and you're not a cockroach, but your girlfriend is now a dude? Does that mean you don't love her the same now? If sex is about love, wouldn't that mean you have to fuck her anyway, even with her now being a dude and shit? Because I think the marriage vows kinda say you have to.
Anyway, it was just some thoughts I had. I mentioned them on 4chan, but then everyone just called me a fag.
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