oh, and about that other thing

[topaz]

It has come to my attention that while we were away, some sort of debate has been raging over whether men should be allowed to fondle the breasts of women they do not know.  Or something.  I have not been able to unwind the threads far enough to understand the full context, and frankly, I suspect that even if I had it would not enrich my life.

But I wish to observe here that no one (as far as I know) has yet asserted their right to fondle the jongly bits of men they do not know.  And I must say how deeply, deeply disappointed I am that this has not yet happened.  My dream will have to remain, for now, just a dream.

Comments

[dr-memory.livejournal.com]

Holy god did you pick the right week for an LJ vacation. Like you would not believe.

[laura47.livejournal.com]

i think that was, like, the first comment on the original post. don't worry, it's "come up", as it were.

i really rather liked disney as told through camera phone pictures with desperate/horrified captions.

[unzeugmatic.livejournal.com]

But I wish to observe here that no one (as far as I know) has yet asserted their right to fondle the jongly bits of men they do not know.

Men I don't know have asserted this right on occasion at the Minneapolis Eagle.

[qwrrty.livejournal.com]

That's really the problem. I don't know where the right bars are around here.

[unzeugmatic.livejournal.com]

I think it's a combination of the right bars and something else -- in my case nobody asserted that right until I started to leave my shirt unbuttoned after other men had asserted their right to unbutton my shirt and stroke my chest and besides, I'm always smiling. I realize that to talk about this at all in the context of the brouhaha in question changes the subject, but I was somewhat surprised to discover that I didn't mind this at all. It turns out that I don't draw the line at crossing standard lines of stranger touch-intimacy (in the context of a particular sort of gay bar) and stroking my chest and even my nipples and even gently placing a hand on my dick makes me feel all sexy and stuff -- instead I seem to draw the line at pain. Men I don't know asserting the right to pinch my nipples just because they are visible has caused me on more than one occasion to completely and thoroughly and immediately lose my temper -- which in me manifests itself as a loud tirade of long angry words strung together in semicolon-ridden sentences and quick nasty analyses of the pincher as I start to suggest various inadequacies in their psyche which might cause them to enjoy inflicting pain on the unsuspecting. (The down side of high sensitivity to pleasure is an equal sensitivity to pain -- if you pinch my nipples hard I will be sore for at least two days.)

When I think about it, this reaction I describe is very much like the reaction some women have described in conjecturing how they would respond to a stranger asking to touch their boobs. There might even be a point here.

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

Well, it's not fondling precisely...

Open Source Swift Kick to the Balls Project (http://misia.livejournal.com/1055120.html)

[qwrrty.livejournal.com]

I suspect that fj would approve but it's not so much my speed.

[harimad.livejournal.com]

I don't remember this being qwrrty's kink.