Forced Oral

3 December, 2006

i almost got sick. Sick as in throwing up sick. No, no, silly -- not THAT. i have swallowed since the day i learned to walk ... well, learned to walk as a tart, that is. ~wink~

Tonight i turned on the kitchen television -- i like the kitchen television -- it is a nice background when you aren't with the music. Some Christian fundamentalist was shouting something about "SEND US YOUR PRAYER" and we'll put it on the altar and then send you a prayer blanket after you send us ... um ... your life's savings. The guy obviously gives really bad oral. Oh sure, he gives it ALL the time -- that's what those spermons (i mean sermons!) are all about -- lots of oratory and attempts at planting some seed.

The second i heard the voice, i registered repulsion and i wanted to QUICK turn it off but couldn't or else the turkey burgers would burn. my reaction was rapid fire, EWW! -- CRINGE! -- GROSS!! You can NEVER get me to swallow THAT! i love force but there is force and there is force. Don't shove a lecturer down my throat EVER!!

The obvious annoyance led me to amusement. What idiots! What person would cook dinner and actually maybe intentionally turn it on routinely at that hour? That's all i could think! Imagine the poor souls who NEED that badly and so, they think that an hour of the preacher and sending him some money will be their Salvation.

It made me about as sick as when i read about those bags of letters found on the Jersey shore. The ones that washed up on the beach one day. The ones that were never opened. The ones that were sent to the Priest. The ones the Priest never opened. The letters asked for things like healing and cures and forgiveness. Yeah, well, F. the priest who didn't open those letters!! He wasn't a priest. He blew everyone but never swallowed -- never delivered what he promised. He spit it all out.

Once the turkey burgers weren't an issue, i turned the station and landed on canyon climbing with the Andes Mountain pan pipe soundtrack. i think its called "bouldering". It was on PBS. i never watch PBS! They were begging. Asking for contributions -- no different from the preacher sending out prayer blankets to the hopeless. But THIS was worth any and every contribution! The Man featured does ballet in Yosemite -- He is at one with nature and in harmony with peace and He climbs rocks and scales heights that would only bring you closer to REAL Heaven and REAL Priests.

Funny. They interviewed the guy. He didn't say much at all. He was humble. Honest. An artist. Funny indeed -- no commentary and yet i was moved and satisfied. Now, THAT's a good blow-job.