In further god’s-probably-irony-news, both Hulk Hogan and Bill Cosby—in following their god (or ‘genetically’ if you’re weird about the G-word)-given purposes have inspired countless black wrestlers and female comics to see about their OWN purposes. Does this exonerate them? No. But this isn’t about that, this is about something else.

Some shit about sex…


What if this is the result1 of DENYING yourself the permission to explore your relationship with your sexual self for many, many years? Not just physically—as in hittin’ up Craigslist’s ‘Casual Encounters’ section tryna see who’s ready-willing-and-able at 2:37AM PST—but intellectually, as in allowing yourself to openly and honestly explore the vagaries of your sexual desires, thoughts, curiosities; free from the burden of shame, guilt. Either alone or with someone else (lot more fun that way).

Purging the contents of your sexual subconscious in safe places like XHamster, Pornhub, YouPorn, Tube8 (come on guys, give me some others) search boxes is fun, exhilarating, but spend enough time there gawking at things that contradict the you that you present to the public and you might start feeling paranoid…

    “Look, I’m married to a woman, I’m no fag! What kinda fag marries a sexy, big-titty girl like this? Just look at them titties guys!”

It’s fear. You’re afraid of what people in your either/or, black/white world might think of you. ESPECIALLY if say, you grew up relatively conservative, parents heavily involved in the church, reputations to uphold; just alla that keeping-up-appearances shit. But what happens when you mentally separate yourself from that and wake-the-fuck-up? What if you don’t wake up until damn near 60?! Way past your so-called prime? When you could’ve experimented, learned about who you were? You might be inclined to go to extremes. Overcompensate. I’m not saying this is Jenner’s story. Frankly, I don’t know much about [PERSONAL PRONOUN]’s story, I just used this picture as a cynical shorthand. It’s the kind of pop culture beacon that people rush to and exploit to further their agendas. I figured I could do the same…
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It kinda sucks that government agencies are warehousing and categorizing our dick, tit an’ clit pics, but at the same it’s also kinda cool because this repository of audio/visual/literary data will become the ‘mine’ that our future descendants excavate to learn more about us. With that said, I think we should take some moments out of our social media days to say hello to them. So descendants, this is for you…

    I try to be as candid and open as possible with you guys. I want you to know what I’m about, warts and all. Oh, and I’m not stupid, I know you’re looking in my various inboxes and checking all of my ‘private’ and ‘incognito’ window histories, hacking my passwords. I’m not mad. How can I be? I come from a long line of tomb-excavators and private letter and diary readers. I have nothing to hide from you, I’m puttin’ it all out there which actually kinda worries me. I’m sure you’ve gleaned from all of my bullshit that I’m a bit of an attention whore. I know our species digs mystery and with all my blathering I’m about as mysterious as yesterday’s newspaper. You guys are probably more interested in the ones who shared very little. Probably using spill-guts like me to cross-reference info about the ‘mysterious’ spartan-sharers. I get it. I understand. But let me hip you to something right quick.

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I find it odd how we vilify our past enablers as if they are the ones RESPONSIBLE for the actions they allowed and/or facilitated. We tend to ignore the fact that WE were the ones who very much WANTED to commit the acts. Hell, we’re usually the ones who SEEK OUT the enabler!
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You’re telling me THIS is happening now, like RIGHT NOW?


But their land is illuminated while mine is covered in darkness?!

Yes, I know.

That doesn’t make no damn sense. It’s not possible!

It very much is.

How? Is this some other dimension or something?

No, the planet turns. Right now they are facing the light while we are facing away from it.

What the hell are you talking about? We OWN the light. At night it just goes behind those mountains over there, where it rests. And if we have been pious, obedient it will return.
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What I find most remarkable about the recent (last decade and a half) manic spate of comic book movies and reboots is the staggering number of character interpretations we’re getting (we’re already up to THREE Spider-Men). I think this frenzy is exposing how we create ‘official’ versions of popular legends. In regards to the clip, there are several people who want to toss this Joker interpretation or ‘Gospel of Leto’ into the ‘apocrypha’ heap… “This ISN’T The Joker. The Joker should be like ‘this’ or like ‘that.’ This is blasphemy and must be stricken from the canonical record.”


Oh, and the hastiness of the dismissals is also telling. It’s kinda like hearing about the premise of the Gospel of Judas and dismissing it before even reading it, “You’re tryin’ to tell me Jesus ORCHESTRATED his capture and death?! Get the hell outta here with that bullshit!”


I think kids make friends so fast because they’re only concerned with one thing: Maximizing fun by any means necessary…

    “This thing I’m doing is kinda fun, it could be potentially MORE fun if I had some other kids to do it with… Hey other kid, you like Minecraft?”

With adults it’s:

    “This thing I’m doing is kinda fun, it could be potentially MORE fun if I had some other person who was the same race, religion, nationality, sexual preference as me to do it with… Hey other person who is of the same race, religion, nationality, sexual preference as me, you like bitching an’ moaning about people who are of a different race, religion, nationality, sexual preference than ourselves?”

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