Fighting Evil, Promulgating Pleasure, Birthday Spankings, Integration thru Sex, Obama & Moore
“Though the vicious can sometimes pour affliction upon the good, their power is transient and their punishment certain; and that innocence, though oppressed by injustice, shall, supported by patience, finally triumph over misfortune!”
Ann Radcliffe, The Mysteries of Udolpho, 1764
As you may or may not know, I have been rather busy lately, fighting evil. By and large, I’m a lover, not a fighter. Suddenly, I find myself cast in a part I never wanted to play, in a movie that I’m living right now.
You see, the peace-through-pleasurable world of my beloved Speakeasy has been attacked, both technically and personally, by a kind of human vermin which insidiously infected our wonderful little community like the virus that almost killed me two years ago. We’ve managed to get the vermin out, but we’re still battling the after-effects. It’s a weird melodrama of life-and-death proportions, a passion play filled with tragedy, comedy, treachery, devotion, dominance, submission, bondage, discipline, romance, retribution, redemption, miracles, sex and death. We are being besieged, but there are eros angels all around us, giving us love, support and rides on their wings. Some of those angels are right here at the Speakeasy and/or on BonoboWay. Some fly in to help from as far away as Vietnam.
But the problem (as far as you, my darling reader, are concerned) is that I can’t really blog freely about what’s going on, at least not right now, or I could greatly endanger people I love. And if I can’t blog freely, I can’t blog at all. Or maybe I’ll just blog about something else…
Okay, so…hmm…What else is going on?
Well, it’s nearly my birthday, and due to the current crisis, I will not be celebrating it with the usual orgy. You may remember some of my recent orgiastic B-Day Bacchanals when Lord Bacchus Himself blessed our guests, a spectacular felliniesque cast of pin-up models, porn stars, boy-toys, girl-boys, dommes, subs, klowns and exhibitionists carousing through a samba-rhythmic spankathon and an ecstatic celebration of deep Blue Values and the Bonobo Way of peace through pleasure.
So, happy birthday to me, and a sexy happy birthday to you, my darling bloggamist, whenever you were born. We are all born from sex. With all due respect to the Virgin Mother, most mothers are not virgins. Until we start cloning ourselves, we are all born of sperm and egg coitus. We may or may not be Children of God, Jesus or Allah, or Buddha or Bramaramadama. But we are all Children of Sex.
Yes indeed, Brothers and Sisters, Lovers and Sinners. Sex is what brings us into the world, and sex is what motivates us to stick around for a while. Praise the Lord and the Lady!
As Children of Sex, our future is integrated, right down to our DNA. We are gradually achieving what I call “integration through sex” at all levels of the human population. Only integration through sex will bring an end to the evils of racism once and for all. Besides, mixing genes tends to be sexier and stronger than keeping them “pure,” a shining human example of this being Democratic U.S. Presidential nominee Barack Obama, riding high upon the strong, sexy shoulders of hope and change. Here, perhaps, is an American – attractive, brilliant, tremendously charismatic, very progressive for a national politician, and maybe even enlightened – who can heal our battered nation after the Bush II Reign of Terror.
I like Obama, and I’d endorse him, except he’s just not the best candidate for the job. Of course, John “War Machine” McCain is far worse. But the best candidate for the job right now is Frank Moore (running as a write-in candidate on a ballot near you), and I just happen to be his running mate :-).