Feminists like Porn too!

Hey, I’ll be the first to admit it; occasionally I will pen a column with a title or subject matter that goes over like the proverbial turd in the punchbowl.

Jesus appears even on the main page, and if not being blamed for single handedly bumping off the Kennedy family, he is being pictured in the act of breastfeeding. The pope is revealed as a pathetic old man, god is demoted to a fictional yet self-righteous booze fiend, and the entire concept of religiousness is played off as a haughty psychological ailment akin to misogyny. Some people really attach themselves to this shit, so I guess I understand the complaints.

Within these pages, you can also peruse the nature of love and romance in accordance to yours truly. You may be supplied with a poem about a lover’s infidelity, the fallibility of modern romance, or a fresh page from the scrapbook of my personal bedroom anthologies. All those contents wherein might also be offensive to viewers squeamish about their bodily parts or who uphold some romantic ideal about modern love as anything other than a societal breeding strategy.

So do I hate love and religion?

I detest the marching of a million feet who protest for all of us to hear, that they understand the nature of love. This is absurd. Your love is found for money; and generally in some boorish hovel with an underage sex slave. Your concept of love is habitual co-dependence and ritualistic co-habitation with intent on negating certain daily cravings and to see to the bifurcation of household chores.

I do hate religion though. For anybody who wants to complain more about that; please make up another universal being and assign him the role of caring. I don’t care two inches of a bowel movement about how you came up with your inane ideas, or what life crisis made you weak enough to crack. Go peddle your wares elsewhere; or else look into the blinding light of my home-churned literature.

So yes, I would have to say that even with a small percent of stubborn and ideologically anal-retentive viewers, life is good. Some of you have even spent the time to tell me your human stories of life love and the absence of the afterlife. I encourage this practice, and with a few more of those excellent stories I’m pondering the task to bring in a guest writer to assist me in offending and humiliating the general consensus. Imagine a deep heartfelt conversation empowered by two lunatics instead of one…

So that’s my plan… More letters, more life, more heresy and deconstruction of society. Keep sending those letters folks, even if you’re one of the aforementioned complainers. It’s just good to know that I’m getting my job done…