all rubber preferred towers afterwards knit as the premier grounds erect

like the
homosexualists and the feminists think that what engenders a natural
visceral reaction in another human being should -- or even could -- be
modified to suit their prejudices as to what that reaction in their view
-- should be.

I like to avoid --Nazi analogies-- (totalitarian seems preferable to me
as a less pejorative term), but when someone appears to imply that my
reactions, my visceral reactions, my own thoughts, my own interior
repercussive awarenesses need to be managed or modified or obliterated,
I do, I confess, hear the heavy tread of the jackboot in the back
stairwell of my psyche.

Where I most particularly take issue with the feminist-homosexualist
axis is with what I see as their monomaniacal haste to blur all
distinctions between --tolerance-- and --celebration-- of
--alternative-- lifestyles. While feminists, in my experience, tend to
view themselves as being very much unshockable --been there, done that--
veterans of jaded sexual world-weariness, I beg to differ. When placed
alongside the multiplicity of hues which make up the full spectrum of
sexual --orientations,-- the --rainbow-- of your average feminists'
sexual experiences will (I can practically guarantee) prove positively
monochromatic by contrast.

As a civilized person, I am more than willing to tolerate the
algolagnist in his or her proper place at the margins of society and
behind closed doors. An Algolagnist Pride Parade is another thing
entirely.

I am not sure how widespread irrumation and self-irrumation are but I am
sure that its devotees are v


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