On May 15th, the Supreme Court of California struck down all of the laws preventing same-sex marriage. Here’s my thoughts on the creatures attempting to overturn that decision
Cross-posted from GentillyGirl http://gentillygirl.com/2008/0…
Feb 16 2008
Alright, now for something completely different: I want to talk about sex toys.
Yes, sex toys, you know: dildos, cock rings, cuffs, etc.
My Gentle Readers know what was done to me many years ago. (I can’t “feel” because of those surgeries.) I can’t do plain Jane vanilla sex. For me, it has to be a mind game before I can feel anything. No “Wham, bam, thank you Ma’am” for this girl… I need a scenario, and that involves toys. And I like toy shops, just like any kid does.
So I was very happy to see that the 5th Circuit Court of Appeals struck down the State of Texas’ obscenity laws as pertains to toys. Here’s a snippet from the decision:
In its decision Tuesday, the appeals court cited Lawrence and Garner v. Texas, the U.S. Supreme Court’s 2003 opinion that struck down bans on consensual sex between gay couples.
“Just as in Lawrence, the state here wants to use its laws to enforce a public moral code by restricting private intimate conduct,” the appeals judges wrote. “The case is not about public sex. It is not about controlling commerce in sex. It is about controlling what people do in the privacy of their own homes because the state is morally opposed to a certain type of consensual private intimate conduct. This is an insufficient justification after Lawrence.”
Take that one you tight-assed moralistic fuckmooks. What you do or don’t do in your bedroom is your business… and there’s no fucking way in Hell that I will have my fantasies and pleasures regulated by your thoughts via a gov’mit machine. And by the way, this is not about morals, but mores (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mores), and I don’t have to abide by what others think on the subject of sex. I’m already a victim of those kinds of thought patterns as to what I am genetically and genitally. I can’t procreate due to the edicts of Societal norms, but I should be able to have a little fun in my freakin’ life. (These mooks have already ended my genetic line.)
I’m not a cross-wearer, and I do not wear sackcloth and ashes (so damn out of style). I don’t adhere to the Judeo-Christian-Islamic B/S, especially when it comes to the personal. I don’t have to because I’m a citizen of the United States, a country whose founding documents promises “Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness”. My life is MINE, not the property of some deranged, wanna-be Middle Eastern fuck from the Third Millenium B.C.. (The Goddess is a different story: “All acts of Love are Holy in My eyes”.)
Pursuit of Happiness? Chase me around the house, “capture” me and take me to the bedroom. (No, I’m not going to let you in on the details of my fantasies.) Let’s play with each others’ bodies. Let’s be Human.
What is it with this poop about sex toys? I mean, don’t you want your partner to feel something? To engage in a loving fashion that brings good feelings and some thrills? To be Human? To make them “feel the Earth move…”?
Intimacy is everything, and skin-on-skin is important. We are social creatures and this is part of that. Without these kinds of activities, all we become are walking ‘puters with no feelings. And if that happens, we are no longer Human. And we become dangerous to each other.
So go down to your local sex toy merchant and make some purchases. Show the world that you have individual tastes and needs. Tell the religionistic nuts that they aren’t in control of OUR lives. Let ’em know that they can just fuck off and die. “Orgasms for Peace”.
And now I must go to the shop and pick up a few things. I have a “burning desire”.