A former PKR stalwart today challenged opposition leader Anwar Ibrahim to give evidence to prove he is not involved in a string of sex scandals if he intends to claim mileage from the upcoming Bersih 2.0 rally next month.
Here's the thing: When it comes to the wanton exploits of the gloriously single-minded penis and its commanding tendency, since the dawn of time, to propel otherwise savvy males toward behaviors generally considered to be the province of unhinged zoo animals, everyone seems to more or less agree.It isn't so much the kinky adventures that are the problem. It's not the scandals, the adultery, the sloppy photos, the tepid perversion, the frat-boy sexting or even the prostitute's yawning grunts heard through the hotel walls at the Republican National Convention.
These are all, if not completely acceptable in the public sphere, then pretty much par for the sexually deviant human course.
It's not even the multiple partners, the secret gay trysts, or even the random love child with the scullery maid that so annoy and ruffle the populace, save for the usual cadre of fundamentalist "family values" nutbunnies and occasional unfortunate, horrified girlwomen who claim to be entirely grossed out by images of enthusiastic penises (in which case, I'm terribly sorry for your boyfriend and please avoid my iPhoto library).
No, what everyone seems to agree on is -- how to put it gently? -- the repellant douchiness of how it's all handled when the scandal, the tryst, the penis photos leak all over the Interweb. Is it not true?
The condescending tone, the dishonesty, the hypocrisy, the patronizing attitude, the sheer gall of trying to pretend that you would never do such a thing and someone must have hacked my account and how dare you suggest it in first place and then whoops, oh yes, well, sorry, yeah it was me after all. About this, universal disdain.
Behold N.Y.'s own Anthony Weiner, if you must, just another in a long line of textbook examples of How to Do It Wrong. Of no doubt is the fact the man's a world-class shmuck for sexting with a half-dozen women, both before and after he married his whip smart (and newly pregnant) wife. Of no doubt is the fact that, from the generic penis shots to the semi-naked gym photos, it's all a bit embarrassing, a skeezy but all-too-common cautionary tale no one really wanted to hear all over again for the thousandth time.
Nevertheless, the overwhelming refrain I hear most can be summed up in a single pair of words: Who cares? Who isn't a bit of a (hopefully healthy, consensual, tactful) pervert in this day and age? Who hasn't employed his or her cellphone's awesome multimedia powers for sundry filthy exploits?
Put it this way: If you're a reasonably youthful adult and a sexual deviant in the slightest and you haven't used new media to Tweet, Histaprint, SMS, CameraBag, FaceTime, Dropbox, or otherwise Web 2.0 a live pic or pile of snapshots or (better yet) shaky handheld video of some quivering, slippery body part to someone else you deemed equally deviant and aquiver, well, you're just not doing it right.
What's more, who doesn't know that there are hundreds, if not thousands of politicians across the nation, of every party affiliation, gender and extant chest hair quotient currently engaging in exactly the same behaviors as Weiner, hooking up with prostitutes, hitting on pages, sexting their interns, using their ghastly powers of seduction and manipulation in the way they were intended since back when Roman emperors had marble sculptures of their genitalia foot-messengered over to the Orgy Palace? Really, to be shocked by a politician's vulgar behavior in 2011 is to be living under a very naïve sort of rock.
No, what tends to annoy people most of all is the ridiculous, customary response, the obnoxious dance of the newly busted and increasingly shamed. Oh, how tiresome it is.
There's the outraged denial. The attempt at quick dismissal. The hint of lingering suspicion. The fresh allegations. Then boom, the big reveal, the sudden implosion, followed by a reluctant public acknowledgement and much contrite scowling and teams of flustered handlers enacting spin control. And failing.
These are all, if not completely acceptable in the public sphere, then pretty much par for the sexually deviant human course.
It's not even the multiple partners, the secret gay trysts, or even the random love child with the scullery maid that so annoy and ruffle the populace, save for the usual cadre of fundamentalist "family values" nutbunnies and occasional unfortunate, horrified girlwomen who claim to be entirely grossed out by images of enthusiastic penises (in which case, I'm terribly sorry for your boyfriend and please avoid my iPhoto library).
No, what everyone seems to agree on is -- how to put it gently? -- the repellant douchiness of how it's all handled when the scandal, the tryst, the penis photos leak all over the Interweb. Is it not true?
The condescending tone, the dishonesty, the hypocrisy, the patronizing attitude, the sheer gall of trying to pretend that you would never do such a thing and someone must have hacked my account and how dare you suggest it in first place and then whoops, oh yes, well, sorry, yeah it was me after all. About this, universal disdain.
Behold N.Y.'s own Anthony Weiner, if you must, just another in a long line of textbook examples of How to Do It Wrong. Of no doubt is the fact the man's a world-class shmuck for sexting with a half-dozen women, both before and after he married his whip smart (and newly pregnant) wife. Of no doubt is the fact that, from the generic penis shots to the semi-naked gym photos, it's all a bit embarrassing, a skeezy but all-too-common cautionary tale no one really wanted to hear all over again for the thousandth time.
Nevertheless, the overwhelming refrain I hear most can be summed up in a single pair of words: Who cares? Who isn't a bit of a (hopefully healthy, consensual, tactful) pervert in this day and age? Who hasn't employed his or her cellphone's awesome multimedia powers for sundry filthy exploits?
Put it this way: If you're a reasonably youthful adult and a sexual deviant in the slightest and you haven't used new media to Tweet, Histaprint, SMS, CameraBag, FaceTime, Dropbox, or otherwise Web 2.0 a live pic or pile of snapshots or (better yet) shaky handheld video of some quivering, slippery body part to someone else you deemed equally deviant and aquiver, well, you're just not doing it right.
What's more, who doesn't know that there are hundreds, if not thousands of politicians across the nation, of every party affiliation, gender and extant chest hair quotient currently engaging in exactly the same behaviors as Weiner, hooking up with prostitutes, hitting on pages, sexting their interns, using their ghastly powers of seduction and manipulation in the way they were intended since back when Roman emperors had marble sculptures of their genitalia foot-messengered over to the Orgy Palace? Really, to be shocked by a politician's vulgar behavior in 2011 is to be living under a very naïve sort of rock.
No, what tends to annoy people most of all is the ridiculous, customary response, the obnoxious dance of the newly busted and increasingly shamed. Oh, how tiresome it is.
There's the outraged denial. The attempt at quick dismissal. The hint of lingering suspicion. The fresh allegations. Then boom, the big reveal, the sudden implosion, followed by a reluctant public acknowledgement and much contrite scowling and teams of flustered handlers enacting spin control. And failing.
And then, the ugly consequences: Rehab? Therapy? Electroshock? Divorce? Leave of absence? Forced resignation? Finding Jesus? Loss of major endorsement deals and ruthless comedic takedowns by Jon Stewart and Letterman, Leno and Bill Maher? Oh honey.
(It is, btw, all kids of amusing to hear Bill Maher, reportedly one of the raunchiest, most shamelessly kinky bachelors in all of Vegas' finest strip clubs, perform a dramatic/comedic reading of Weiners's text messages on his show. You can pretty much see his eyes twinkle and twitch with familiar delight).
Tiger. Spitzer. Favre. Haggard. Rep. Chris "Craigslist" Lee. Across the board and down the line it's a the same obnoxious pattern, the same timeless dance. Will it ever change? Is there another way? Will there be a time in the near future when a public figure, be it a star athlete or unruly senator, can be, well, pretty much like everyone else when it comes to kink, fetish and general relationship ineptitude, and still keep his or her job?
Or are we doomed to lifetimes of dimestore scandals and tedious carnal distractions, all fueled by America's most insufferable trait of all: its bogus Christian/Puritanical sexual mores? Is it merely the nature of the public/private beast, the same ugly pattern repeating itself throughout history, all made bright and new again by the wonders of our shiny technology?
Yes, I know the answer. So do you. It's probably far too much to ask for it all to shift and evolve toward the naughty red light. This is particularly true for politicians, who are largely hardwired never to speak a straight truth, much less admit they love a good three-way and some pegging before a fine senate vote.
Fascinating will be the day when one steps forth and happily acknowledges, without hesitation, that they have healthy and even dirty libidos and might have done a few stupid things and really, everyone should back the hell off, and by the way Andrew Breitbart is a bottom-feeding meatbucket who only gets away with sending SMS photos of his member to horrified females because of the giant, mangy squirrel costume he's always wearing.
Still, I can't help but long for a time when we can all enjoy a giant collective shrug in the face of what appears to be an endless supply of fabulously uninspired erotic exploits of the nation's leaders. Sure, more tact would be nice. More honesty would be delightful. But class and quality, energy and fire, real sexual progressiveness in a candid, talented public figure who dares to actually walk the smart n' dirty talk? A dream.
It's going to be a long wait.
Here is French actress and singer Nora Arnezeder topless and making out with some chick on a beach in Spain yesterday. And her boobs are so fucking nice too...Nora Arnezeder was getting topless and friendly with a ladyfriend when the ever vigilante paparazzi caught the action. Normally lesbians in real life are not usually this hot so these two are just trying to get attention no doubt. Nora Arnezeder is seen as one of France's brightest young starlets so her having a few topless bikini lesbian kissing session paparazzi photos on the Internet getting worldwide attention is good to further her fame thus her career. You can't buy publicity like what these hot photos will generate. Enjoy! Click on pictures to enlarge.
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