The other day my pal Kitty Bukkake mentioned that she'd watched a video of a gentleman in Washington state engaging in an act of human/equine sexual congress, as a result of which he succumbed to a perforated colon. In other words, he got a thoroughbred stallion to pound him up the butt, and it destroyed a significant portion of his alimentary canal and he died. He made a video of the big event, because why wouldn't you, and now you can find it online. WELCOME TO THE FUTURE. I haven't been able to bring myself to watch it (mostly for fear of the sounds), and I'm not going to link to it, but I'm sure you can find it yourself in about 2 minutes if you really want to. Anyway, Googling around about the whole mess despite myself, I was surprised to learn that this troubled man was married and has a family. I find it tragic that they've been saddled with this. (Yep, you read this whole paragraph just for that.)
Also, someone named Tasty Trixie ("Not your average WebWhore!") writes about another member of the subset of humanity that wants to be split in two by a large animal. The guy wrote to her, asking her to help out in such an endeavor as "ground support." (Picture not worksafe, and neither is that piercing. Ouchie!) She never replied to the adventurous fellow, but she posits that despite what noted doorknob-licker Dan Savage might think, such a desire isn't necessarily "gay." Completely insane and revolting, but not "gay." A commenter agrees, and adds:
I too know plenty of men who ID as straight or bisexual that have expressed a desire to have a animal (dog or horse) penetrate them anally.
Plenty of them? Really? Maybe I'm even more sheltered than I thought, but I'm skeptical about that. Somebody should do a Gallop Poll. (Whew! Sorry again.)
P.S. I haven't read anything more about the horse itself, or the guy at this ranch in Washington state who was... what would be the word? "Assisting" the horse? Leading it over to that dumb bastard's bare ass? Shouldn't that guy be in jail for murder? After all, he's the one who pulled the Trigger.
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In the middle of Dan Rather's folksy nattering in the latest Esquire, there's this priceless gem:
The press is a watchdog. Not an attack dog. Not a lapdog. A watchdog. Now, a watchdog can't be right all the time. He doesn't bark only when he sees or smells something that's dangerous. A good watchdog barks at things that are suspicious.
And more to the point, a watchdog never has to clean up his own shit.