My Muse, The Butt-Hole

I am ashamed to write this.  I feel ashamed.  I feel weird too.  Like, powerless and weird.  I am sloth-like.  'I'm not here, this isn't happening.'  Then what are these feeling things for?  I don't feel guided by them in a supportive fashion.

"What are you DOING!"

What are any of us fucking doing here.  Don't answer that.  If I am consciousness attempting to realize itself, what does that make you?  Are we really all so connected?  Why do I feel so much more connected to some than others.  Why do I behave in the manner that I do?

Why does anyone behave in the manner that they do?

Fuck you Louis C.K.  Fuck you a thousand dirty, ineffectual times.  You are my intellectual equivalent and as it turns out, you are a fucking nasty piece of shit.  You can take all present and future apologies and shove them up your butt-hole.  If you'd enjoy that, we can find some more creative and disturbing options.

You were suppose to be above the gender drivel.  You were suppose to be a part of pulling us from this mess, not encouraging more filth and degradation.  You have daughters!  Two of them.  Would you ever allow another human male to do to them what you have subjected others to?  Piece of shit...

On a lighter note...

Amongst the din of a live rock bar downtown, I was presently surprised.  Two young, intoxicated males came bounding up to me halfway through the night.  The one in the straw hat and sunglasses pronounced ' Hey!  I wonder if two men smothering you with their presence is cool for you right now?'  It was the first time a man has ever thought long enough about his behavior to ask such a question in such a setting on such a night.  He thought about me, a perfect female stranger specimen ripe for the taking, before he allowed his baser instincts to take control and plunge the moment into uncomfortable chaos.  In all of my years on the planet, I have never experienced an intoxicated man in the clutches of intoxication, have the wherewithal to consider my needs before his own.  It was astoundingly awesome.

If this is what is to come of my role models being shamed in the public eye for human indecency, so fucking be it!  If Louis C.K is the man that sets everyone else straight...I will gladly and forever witness his fall from hilarious grace to that of the "Everyman".  If everyman is changed just a little bit by all of our idols plummeting to earth, accompanied by the ridiculous media coverage, so be it!  I felt seen by the opposite sex for once.  And alcohol was involved!