Bwahahahahaha!

[elfs]

Via Hit & Run:

Elvis Mitchell looked on helplessly as Catherine MacKinnon did her thing, claiming that the film we had just watched was promoting the acceptance of rape. At one point, however, her righteous zeal became unhinged when she claimed that it was not possible to do deep throat safely, that it was a dangerous act that could only be done under hypnosis. "What's so funny?" she snapped as the audience rippled with mirth. Todd Graff's hand shot up -- "I can do it," he said, and the room echoed with a chorus of gay men going "me too!"

To quote Robin Williams, "Right arm!"

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[technoshaman.livejournal.com]

Right arm?

[abostick59.livejournal.com]

Sort of like, "Up against the whorl" or "Power to the peep-hole".

[elfs.livejournal.com]

Robin Williams, riffing on square vs. cool, misquoting "Right on!" From there he launched into a whole bit about wanking and arm length and switching hands... you can well imagine Mr. Williams' manic train of thought right there.

My train of thought stopped there because this incident reminds of a famous incident at a 1979 American Medical Association meeting of proctologists, where some doctor got up to discuss a "new phenomenon" of anal fisting among his gay patients and opined that it couldn't be done without horrible pain and lots of drugs. Whereupon the one already out gay man in the room had to raise his hand and say, "It's not new, and it's not painful."

[kengr]

To quote from Ellen Hayes' "Tuck Saga":

"This is what comes from letting heterosexuals run around loose and unsuper-"

(a gay character commenting about another character who tried anal sex without lube :-)

[abostick59.livejournal.com]

I like the bit, just a line or two later, where MacKinnon insists that emergency rooms and morgues are filled with "throat rape" victims.

If giving head were really so dangerous, you'd think that it would be one of Jay Weisman's safety hot-buttons.

[valarltd.livejournal.com]

Excuse me while I laugh myself silly.

[antonia-tiger.livejournal.com]

I'm chuckling, recalling I saw a packet of fruit-flavored condoms in a supermarket yesterday, and trying not to sigh in despair after the experience of tangling with a feminist, some of whose thoughts deserve attention, who got all hot and bothered at any accusation that Catherine McKinnon might be a bit irrational, and loudly declaring the she herself was right because she knew she was right.

Only thing is, the last pack of assorted fruit-flavored condoms I bought turned up in my luggage, three years past the use-by date, unopened and, of course, unused.

Would buying another packet be considered a gesture of support, or of desparation? And which flavour would be right for who? Are you strawberry, choclate, rum, or banana.

[face-palms]

What am I saying?