I Love Sex

I am way too giggly today. I would love to alleviate my unrest and write dissertations on the social disease being spread by Judge Cebull, Rush Limbaugh and Kirk Cameron to name a few, but damn it, I can't quit giggling! It started in the gym and since then I feel like the universe is testing me: it is presenting awkward and silly things non-stop and challenging me not to spit out my water. This is a TEST! Actually this is an endorphin high but damn it if this stuff isn't funny.

Between Will Smith lip-syncing "The Banana Boat Song" in The Fresh Prince on the gym T.V.; the research specialist with his pregnant belly, missing shirt button and hands on his nonexistent hips; the extremely important graduate student running through the hall in a false panic; and the wind almost blowing me over twice between classes; I feel like I'm in an episode of MadTV and have completely lost my motivation to smack down the dummies. However, this much is obvious:

1. Conservatives and their pundits don't want women to enjoy heterosexual sex,

2. Kirk Cameron doesn't want men to enjoy homosexual sex,

3. Limbaugh gets hard disapproving of both,

and

4. Cebull is a giant dildo who's jealous that the First Lady doesn't need him.


But all of those DICKS can SUCK IT!


Because I LOVE SEX and since my husband's vasectomy was covered by our insurance, I will continue to ENJOY SEX AS MUCH AS I DAMN WELL PLEASE and YOU CAN'T STOP ME. (And Rush, since I'm not on the pill, I won't be taking a video; my husband however, would be happy to sign a photo of his nut sack and send it your way.)