To attain the exalted title of American Hero, you must not only have sex with a voter but swear off sex with nonvoters for four. To qualify as a Patriot, you must do the same and also pledge to have sex with a voter the night of the election. To qualify as a Citizen, you must pledge to withhold sex from nonvoters for a week after the election. Such is the focus of the participatory pledge over at. A hooker who sees a police car and whispers, 'Cheese it, the fuzz!' likely hails from deep space." Ph34r! Wax nostalgic on the Olympic Lycra thread at Famous Males Forum ( Weekly World News item of the week: In an article titled "How to Tell If Your Prostitute is an Extraterrestrial," our favorite tabloid (online at warns would-be johns to be wary of "out-of-date lingo." Why? Because: "Alien prostitutes try to fit in by using streetwalker slang - but often use outdated terms. Now the Olympics are gone, but the cult lives on. Like that manly embrace between Thorpe and Pieter van den Hoogenband. Like Ian Thorpe, the day he "thorpedoed" Phelps in the 200-meter freestyle.
The Athens Olympics were a cornucopia of delights for girls who like watching boys, particularly boys in Lycra swimsuits. Sticky hair, sticky hips, stubble on my sticky lips.Īh, Franz Ferdinand nailed it.
Michael, you're the boy with all the leather hips
That said, I will make one observation: Whatever its other attractions, boy-on-boy (or girl-on-girl) romance lets straight women tourist in relationships largely free of the sexism that infiltrates hetero-based sitcoms. Maybe I'm playing Pollyanna here, but why should female voyeurs who enjoy watching gay men demand more examination than men who like watching lesbians? Is it any less a horny spectator sport? All kinks have their back stories, but not all back stories are worth exploring. At the same time, I wonder why it fascinates us so. The topic of a straight woman "queering" herself - or "Othering" herself - by exhibiting desire outside mainstream gender codes is worth exploring, and Shiller's exegesis is a good one. "The object she desires says something about her own sexual play and sexual orientation." "Juggling the object-of-desire's ambiguous sexuality is part of the straight fan's own gender performance," she writes. She concedes that "hot male bodies in action are a big part of the draw," but maintains there's more to this "female gaze" than meets the eye. What intrigues Shiller is the gender-bending identification that leads straight women to bond with the love lives of overtly gay male characters (some of whom are played by straight men, which adds yet another layer to the conundrum).
It isn't news - at least in the circles I travel in - that men aren't the only ones who enjoy the visual aspects of the mating game.