“I’m sorry, but your child suffers from chronic nepotism. It’s a potentially crippling condition, as of yet, there is no known cure.”

I know, nepotism isn’t a disease per se, but when you really think about it, it is pervasive, often debilitating, and it does make me sick.

It’s the product of dynasties after all, wherein you don’t necessarily need talent or drive, just the right last name and enough backing from Mom’s and Dad’s end. We’ve all come up against the boss’s kid who really believes that he or she got where they are because of merit, and my primal Id’s response is to slap the bitch up — palm first, then back with the knuckles for making me go to the trouble.

Every culture has it, but America has a special sort: a flash-the-cash, suffer-the-brat, pull-the-strings kind of fail-forwardism that’s permeated every sector where prestige abounds, from business and the military, to Hollywood and the Presidency itself. For those who have skill and may’ve coasted on the family rep just a little, I’ll forgive your trespasses. For the rest — the hapless, the helpless, the hopeless — it’s a testament to humans’ too-secure position on the food chain that you haven’t been picked off from the herd by now. (read the full article)

Can I get a witness?
This ad won an award at Cannes in the 90’s but the questions persist.
Was it a “scam ad?” Legend says it was.
Read about the controversy.

I Just Want to Fucking Dance, Part III
Part II
Part I

Thousands of naked men stormed the streets of Vitoria-Gasteiz today, flaunting what can only be described both literally and figuratively as “miles of cock.” The 24th of September has always been a major day for the industry, and with the PCSA Primo Conference winding down in Spain and over an estimated 3.3 million U.S. Dollars of pink and gold fireworks blazing through the night sky above the newly erected (excuse the pun) thrity-seven-floor Amaya Adalberto penis tower, this 24th is shaping up to be the most spectacular for years to come.

Commemorated today, in a four-hour ceremony, was the life of “Trunks” Howard, a director known for his work with Benny “The Foot-Long” Goose in his Busting Anus Sideways series of films.

Also present was Nightcharm Inner Circle’s own Maximo Latino model, Facu (above), displaying his own sizable appendage for a small but devoted crowd in the Gabino district.

Drinks were shared by all.

Philosophical fancies aside, the intricacies of the human heart are known most plainly to chemists.

We can spend years musing about the psychological precursor to our tastes or behavior, but can often learn as much in minutes from a scientific explanation. And while the full complexity of conscious experience is mysterious and unknown, there are clear links between certain chemicals and our most basic drives – explaining, for example, why we feel horny one moment and mellowed another, or why our sex drives are highest after exercise.

At the core of sexual pursuit are the yin and yang of lust, two vastly different substances but with complimentary roles of switching desire on and off: dopamine and prolactin. They regulate more than sex, but for our purposes we can summarize; dopamine plays a central role in generating horniness – while prolactin shuts it down.

Chances are you’re familiar with the effects of each. Dopamine, a neurotransmitter and relatively small molecule, is your brain’s sense of pleasure and reward. It fires when we see a pretty face, taste sugar, puff a cigarette, or touch skin-to-skin. When your dopamine levels are highest, sex is number one on the agenda, sometimes by so much that you’ll have lower-than-normal interest in food or sleep. (read the full article)

Furry porn must be the natural conclusion of when kids who are infatuated with Disney’s Robin Hood hit puberty.

Furry enthusiasts are, generally, people who love a certain style of cartoonish, anthropomorphic animal characters, and often dress up as such at Star Trek-style conventions to find others who share their interest. But its easier to understand the movement’s popularity when you recognize the sexual element, which is all I can think of to explain how adults show so much interest in such obscure material.

Run a Google search for “furry fox” and you realize how real and pervasive “furry fandom” is. A term like that should be a reasonable descriptor for a fox in the wild – like “scaly lizard” or “large elephant” (both of which return images of animals in nature). But the Internet sees our furry fox as drawn cartoonish images of slender, grinning animals, some of which are in overtly sexual poses with enormous genitals or breasts. (read the full article)

America’s last mass-produced export: Paranoia.

With Debt and Greed now battling to the death like a mongoose and a cobra in a crumbling garden of fading delights, it’s only manic suspicion tinged with primitive superstition that the U.S. seems capable of galvanizing to any real effect. Sure, xenophobia still makes for a fine bordeaux of self-contaminating dread — Muslims in the White House! Communism shackling the Free Market! Mexicans besmirching the snowy white, God-given face of the nation! — but it’s ultimately disdain for our own home-grown lusus naturae that’s the meat and potatoes entree of a diet built upon meaningless plenty gone sour. The greatest of all threats walks among us, your own neighbors and co-workers the agents of subversion bent on eradicating all you hold dear.

The discourse making the rounds in the wake of the wildly hypocritical Prop 8 passage comes down to homosexuality not having the cred to be a civil rights issue because it doesn’t hinge on skin color or other such physiognomy. Second class status is apparently the price tag attached to being a self-willed ethnicity. Heterosexuals have lives; gays have “lifestyles,” which I infer means owning luxury cars, eating quiche, and using “summer” as a verb.

So that makes it okay then. (read the full article)