Festering Abortuses

Whenever I see men in power who are seemingly beyond reproach I can’t help but suspect that something must be wrong. Like there’s some disgusting secret lurking in there, beneath the well-pressed clothes and the expensive perfume and the well-combed thinning gray hair. I’m sure its just my own nagging cynicism, but still. Like they must have been utterly carefree in their youth in the 70s, participating in wild meth sessions. Or they must have killed a stripper in a bachelor party by accidentally knocking her off the stairs and she hit her head and cerebrospinal fluid leaked down her nose! Or they must have conspired with aliens in 1947 and willingly gave them their own family members in exchange for an alien fetus from which they could create the perfect human-alien hybrid DNA who will survive the alien holocaust!

I’ve recently re-read parts of the The Inner Circle by the usually reliable TC Boyle, a reimagining of what must life must have been like for the sex-researcher Alfred Kinsey. For a book that is heavily about sex, it ended up being a total drag. In it Alfred Kinsey is a very reputable man with an inner circle of male researchers. He has a wife and kids, and he is very well-mannered. He doesn’t drink, and he reprimands smokers. At night he demands sex from his researchers, who willingly give it to him. And according to the narrator (one of the male researchers), Kinsey is into urethrals. What is urethrals, you dare ask? That’s the sort of fetish/paraphilia wherein you enjoy inserting all sorts of rigid objects into your urethra. I don’t know why, but it reminds me of intubation.

Photo by Anna Shvets on Pexels.com

Categories: Blogs

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

From The Murks Of The Sultry Abyss

Words and photos by RA-san.

Ella Thinks Aloud

A blog by Ella Mae Masamayor

sing like wildflowers

My full and kooky life as a homeschooling mommy to 2 great kids, raising a child with HLHS (Hypolastic Left Heart Syndrome), coping with depression, following Jesus, and being much too camera happy.

Eris Goes To

Food, Thoughts, and Adventure

Pinoy Penman 3.0

The continuing chronicles of Jose Dalisay Jr., aka Butch Dalisay, a Filipino collector of old fountain pens, disused PowerBooks, '50s Hamiltons, creaky cameras and typewriters, VW spare parts, poker bad beats, and desktop lint.

Lucia's Fiction

Lifestyle and Writing Tips

Life and Lemons

Life through my graded eyeglasses


A Compendium of Daily Quests, Mishaps and Sweet Escapades

Words and Coffee Writing

Navigating my writing adventures through teaching, motherhood, and cancer.

ladyveilchen writes

Nurse. Educator. Just loves life.

On the road

Life's journeys are worth sharing.


A temporary haven for my restless words

The Yearner's Park

Your one stop entertainment and lifestyle website

%d bloggers like this: