...Thanatos and Eros.
Are you as issue-fatiguiged as I am? Sick of politics? Driven but without joy?
Go get some game on over at the Clean Sheets Sex and Politics Contest.
From How to Fuck a President So It Means Something -
"And let us be honest: there are some kinds of easy that are not so pretty. Not that difficult, even if you are a Democrat, to imagine ravishing that man who so recently left us: he grinned us through the first plague years. Because however fake you knew his awesome confidence was, it remains ferociously contagious. You wanted a piece of that; even as you knew it might kill you. It grips you as you grapple: the sex feels clean, all-American, something the whole family could watch. You tell him not to use a condom, because his party didn't believe in that disease -- so it didn't exist. You'd do all the work in his bed while he lay in the middle, shining like a big dumb candle. Only later on would you collapse, like the market of '87.
But now: stop. Sex isn't always easy. Sex with presidents shouldn't be a walk in the Rose Garden.
The president to truly fuck is not any of these. He was the son of a president, a graduate of Harvard, a man who lost the popular vote, and grievously insulted his opponent, a genuine war hero.
Not that one.
Not even I will go that far."
Enjoy the lunar eclispe tonight, brothers-in-arms.
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