Showing posts with label sex. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sex. Show all posts

Sunday, May 29, 2016

#395 Cannibal- Chuck Palahniuk


#395 Cannibal- Chuck Palahniuk

This story is most certainly Not Safe For Work due to sexual conent. And if you’re sensitive to language and slurs, I’d also steer away from this one. Although pointing out the disgusting and foul, things we say, think, and do is sometimes the job of writers, that doesn’t mean we are always in the mood to intake the onslaught of offensive language. However, as anyone who has been to a public high school in say the last 50 years can attest, this is actually kind of tame.

Cannibal is a loser, a seventh grade loner, over-sexed with no girlfriend.

“Because his dad, old Mr. Cannibal, only ever watched the Playboy Channel, and Mrs. Cannibal only liked the 700 Club, so it wasn’t lost on their boy how sex stuff and Christian stuff both looked the same.”

Because he is in such low High School standing, one of the school’s popular girls sees him as the perfect candidate, a low-risk investment, to seduce him into performing a sexual act her boyfriend wants to stay away from. As it turns out, Cannibal is surprisingly adapt at this particular act, and becomes a kind of specialist as the “secret boyfriend” of the school’s sexually oppressed female elite...until he gets too big for his own reputation.

“He brags like his every word’s wearing sunglasses.”



Thursday, April 28, 2016

#363 Self-Design Faults in the Volvo 760 Turbo: A Manual


#363 Self-Design Faults in the Volvo 760 Turbo: A Manual

There are many different kinds of humor, but for the sake of this story, lets say there are only two. There is the kind of humor where something is funny and you laugh, physically, verbally, noticeably, etc. Then there is the type of humor where you cerebrally recognize something is funny, don’t actually laugh and say something like: “Hey, that clever.” Will Self writes this second type of humor. I sometimes find it clever, but never actually laugh out loud.

This is written as a car safety manual, containing sections headed: “instruments and Controls,” “Body and Interior,” “Starting and Driving,” “Wheel and Tyres.” What it really is a manifesto for urban adultery. Bill is trying to rationalize his infidelity and like the ego/id-driven male archetype, he connects sex with automobiles. See? Clever!