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Whatever you do don't buy Germaine Greer a birthday
present. One of her friends gave her a book of Rimbaud's
poetry, which contained a poem in praise of anuses, for her
seventieth birthday, and got a page long bollocking in the
Guardian. Germaine 'never knowingly germane' Greer gave her
readers a long, harsh, lube-free buttfucking while
fulminating about the 'deeply banal' fascination with anal
sex. (Was 'deeply banal' a misprint for 'deeply anal'?)
However, not
all intellectuals think sodomy is a bummer. Craig Raine
managed a whole sonnet on the subject. (An 'arsewhole'
sonnet? I do apologize.) It is the dilating iris, tucked
away, a tightening throb when fucked." Well, absolutely!
Feminist pioneer Greer's recent triumphs include a book of
photographs and text perving on teenage boys. There would
have been a bit of a fuss if Norman Mailer or Martin Amis
had written a book saying, repeatedly, 'Teenage girls, eh?!
Phwoar! Wouldn't you? I would! And it's always been
unclear to me why she is qualified to offer advice on
anything never mind everything under the sun. She hated
both of her parents, then had numerous sexual partners in
the sexual revolution, none of whom are remembered fondly.
She was married for three weeks flat, (well done!), before
trying and failing to have children. She may be good at
keeping geese, on her farm, where she lives alone, but
otherwise, why are we supposed to be interested in a
solitary headcase who seldom has a good word to say for
anything or anybody?
(courtesy Forum magazine, excuse stating the bleeding obvious in conclusion)
Getting back to sex, not before time,
anal intercourse, like anything else worth doing, requires
a little study and practice. Follow the anal sex code:
lube, fingertip, more lube, more finger, GENTLY DOES IT.
More lube. Loads of lube. And don't stint on the lube.
Condoms should be extra thick and designed for this
purpose. It's worth taking a little effort for a profoundly
intense ecstatic experience. Aleister Crowley actually
based his religion, Thelema, around anal intercourse. But
you don't have to dabble in black magic to enjoy sodomy.
It's also quite popular in the Church of England. Quite a
few vicars swear by it. Cue Monty Python's man-about-to-be-
stoned-for-blasphemy. I merely said that was good enough
for Jehovah. That's enough blasphemy. Poetry may be
spiritually uplifting but if you want practical advice get
these excellent, nay indispensable, books online, (as they
won't be in most book stores):The Ultimate Guide to Anal
Sex for Men by Bill Brent The Ultimate Guide to Anal Sex
for Women by Tristan Taormino (deservedly in its 2nd
edition). And treat receiving partners with a great deal of
tender, loving care, before, during and afterwards. Leave
the sado-sodomy to the seventies and Last Tango in Paris.
Which was probably when some inconsiderate brute put Greer
off...
http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2009/mar... Greer on why sodomy sucks. Which inspired some splendid comments
Edited Sun 15 Mar 09, 11:34 AM by theDukeofMilan
| 12 Mar 09, 8:22 PM proccie UK(HP), 6 yrs |
Damn I thought there was going to be a you tube vid. Zen S&M: The sound of one hand smacking. | |||
| 13 Mar 09, 6:41 AM theDukeofMilan UK(DA), 6 yrs |
Zen: Bald men arguing. Who needs to go to Japan for that? | |||
| 13 Mar 09, 6:47 AM theDukeofMilan UK(DA), 6 yrs |
Zen: Bald men arguing. Who needs to go to Japan for that? | |||
| 13 Mar 09, 2:51 PM newfavourite UK(S), 4 yrs |
It's not much longer than that: 'At around about four months or so -the time is getting shorter- I look down as the face below goes sliding underwater and though I know its over with and she is miles from me I stay a while to mine the earth for what was lost at sea as if the faces of the drowned might turn up in the harrow hold me while I hold you down and plough the lonely furrow'.
'Pervert'? She can't even spell it! Edited 13 Mar 09, 2:52 PM by newfavourite | |||
| 13 Mar 09, 5:03 PM theDukeofMilan UK(DA), 6 yrs |
Thanks, this is great. Raine's rude sonnet is in Don Patterson's Hundred Sonnets, for Faber, with a little commentary. A commentary of sorts from pompous public school drip A.N.Wilson; 'His sonnet "Arsehole" of 1983 ("I fed that famished mouth my ambergris") made A. N. Wilson feel "sorry for Mrs. Raine"' Zen: Bald men arguing. Who needs to go to Japan for that? Edited 14 Mar 09, 8:59 PM by theDukeofMilan |