Slip-Sliding Away

As many in the US of A prepare to get the hell out of dodge for the annual turkey-gobbling day, I'll attempt to stay on topic for at least a few more minutes before my flogs become a mere memory. Not to worry, if you will. I'm still in heat for the kill. Arrgh! 

Holy sheet! I've taken a cautious peek at "The Grotto." I may as well have bought a copy of a dusty porn novel whose author began their career as a Harlequin bodice-ripping romance novelist. Before I could go beyond a few recent comments, I was forced to retreat and buy a pair of rubber boots so that I could wade through the fluids saturating that "special place" to find one moment of sanity. I'm still trudging through the slush in an attempt to locate a kindred soul. So far no luck. It's awfully foggy in there.

Ummm, I once thought that most sexual fantasies involved ones' self with another; or straight men visualizing two women together - yet another peculiar past-time I have no care to openly question - in a way, it certainly makes more sense to me than a group of women sharing how so-and-so had to have been having that "hot jungle sex" the night before the latest PR-fueled picture showed-up on the internet in advance of a gossip rag's photo spread where the two persons-of-too-much-interest-to-some look happy or affectionate. Note the word "look" - in another frame you might see one of them wiping their mouth from the kiss, wincing after the hug, or slipping off to presumably get as far away from the other without leaving the current country they're in. Even that option has been played-out more than a dozen times over the years.

Oh, I'm showing my biased cynicism. I'm supposed to be taking a journey to "the other side" with as much of an open mind as I can muster to provide equal time and some kind of benefit of the doubt, right? It might be easier if I didn't have to wear these uncomfortable rubber boots to do so, though.

Considering that I'll soon be on my way in real life to a holiday feast, as well as a few days out of town to laugh, relax, and eat a lot of food and see films and friends, I may want to halt my internet travels to either side of the fence for a few days. Who wants to ruin their appetite watching blood and gore mingled with raging hormones of the vicariously flustered clusters in a teaming little grotto?

In the interim, TDFB will shift to a different focus far more befitting of the American Thanksgiving holiday before sliding back into the subterranean activity of message boards - "Anti's" vs "Loons."

For now, it's time to clean the palate. Uh, sort of......