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Now these are the Supremes I know and fear.
Monday, 20.43
The ones who’ve rendered the Fourth Amendment dead on arrival these days and made a mockery of the vote way back in December of 2000 are at it again. Be it proclaimed from the pen of Justice Clarence Thomas, noted porn hound, that “We have observed that it is neither realistic nor constitutionally sound to read the First Amendment as requiring that the people of Maine or Mississippi accept public depiction of conduct found tolerable in Las Vegas or New York City.” —Apparently, though, it’s perfectly okay to scrap the First Amendment by attempting to dumb the internet down to that which wouldn’t offend the Landover Baptist Church. As long as you clear up those pesky vagaries in the language...
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I will show you smut in a handful of links—
Sunday, 18.01
Well, no, not really. Not as such.
First: Cuyahoga is, once again, a finalist for the Silver Clit—this time, it’s .009 specifically, and for the month of April. As ever, as always, vote for it if you like, but there’s quite a lot of good stuff in the running; go see for yourself. You have till noon Wednesday to slip your votes over the transom. —And, even though it’s not up for the current Clit, you should go read the story Vinnie’s got up at Scarlet Letters; it’s a hoot. (Unless, of course, you’ve already read it at his site.)
But back to dishing dishing about awards: go check out the Diarist.net Awards for the first quarter of 2002. The nominees are posted, and, mazement upon mazement—a couple of peons from the sex-ghetto made the cut: indefatigable redhead Heather Corinna is up for “Best Dramatic Entry” (a corker) and the “Legacy Award” or “Hall of Fame” or whatever they’re calling it, and dilatatory doyenne Debra Hyde’s whole shebang is up for “Best Experimental Journal.” (Apparently, if you write openly about your sex life, it’s experimental.) —Go: like any such tossed-salad portal, it’s a great way to get a slice of weblife, and this one’s made from choice ingredients hand-picked for freshness. But! Don’t even think about voting unless you’ve got a diary of your own on the web. (If you don’t, why not? Go, get started. And send me a link. I’m ever the curious one.)
What else? More sane voices on teen sexuality, this one with the backing of a very interesting study: it seems that for every three steps back we take, we still manage to stagger four steps forward, or something. Although the number of 15- to 17-year-olds reporting sexual experience is dropping, it’s not dropping terribly steeply—54.1 percent in 1991; 48.4 percent in 1997. But the drop is twice as steep for boys as it is for girls. This leads the authors to some interesting conclusions which the article doesn’t present in enough detail to back up, but it is food for thought.
Next? I’ve been staying out of the intellectual property thing for the most part—why? Singed nerves, maybe—but my heart is still rather messily on my sleeve on that score, and has been for a couple of years now. But (given the ever-increasing insanity) I must take a moment to point out an entry of David Chess’s from last week: What Big Content is Up To (For Dummies), written with his usual balmy bemusement. (I adore Mr. Chess for his enviable ability to remain bemused by the world around him, even as it infuriates.) Go, read, be disturbed by the idea that so many people out there Just Don’t Get It.
—Also: further evidence that They Just Don’t Get It. And, for those who think really these sorts of laws are a piddling imposition for the protection they will provide our children (think of the children!), here’s an example of the abuse that already goes on without the cover of such laws. And, because (like Charles Peirce) I am enamored of trifectas, here’s one more piece of evidence: the National Campaign to Prevent Teen Pregnancy (an outfit not without its considerable good points; they believe in telling kids about sex and contraception, rather than just shrieking “No!”—so they’re practically radicals, like me, in this day and age) thought these ads would be just ducky to run in teen magazines during the current prom season. (Can’t you just hear the oncoming avalanche of papers deconstructing the sexist claptrap trundled forth in these images? It’s almost as loud as the rolling of teenaged eyeballs...) So: a bad misstep. Luckily, Planned Parenthood is there in the clinch with kickass counterprogramming. (With thanks to Heather and the Three Way Action team.) —Also: the ACLU is suing Louisiana for forgetting that pesky separation of church and state in its abstinence-only sex “education” programs. See? Four steps back, five steps forward. (Well, okay, it’s really three back, two up, but I’m being optimistic.)
Finally—
Q. Is this tongue licking or circling?
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Would this take place inside the mouth or would the tongue stick out and do this?
A. This is the circling tongue inside the mouth. A licking tongue, and a tongue that goes in and out of the mouth are also options.
It’s, um, AnDy. Step forward? Or back? Damned if I know...
(Huh. More than I thought. Not that lying fallow is a great idea, but every now and then, maybe, yes. What was that? Yes, I’m still pissed at Buffy . Geeze. Leave a fellow alone, would you?)
