Sub-Heading:- Two Balls for Two Boobs
Being a writer myself, I would protest strongly if anyone attempted to tell me what I could, or should, write, and I hold that right sacred for all. As I consider myself to be fairly broadminded, and thus unwilling to propose, or to act as a censor on whatever anyone reads, or looks at, or even considers. I have made few comments on the need for mass mental masturbation, as is contained within the pages of The Sun, for example. I have always considered that if a nubile young woman wishes to degrade herself and her femininity by removing her clothing for a mass- and truly down-market publication, and she gets paid the going rate for acting as a mental prostitute; good luck to her! I once worked with the father of one of these ‘well-known’ girls, and he did confide in me that he was always ashamed that her surname was the same as his. But that was just the conscience of one individual talking.
However, I write today, not only on the subject of near-nudity, but on the parallel subject of the so-called ‘Reality’ celebs, of one so-called Family in general, and of one strange ‘personality’ in particular. If you have ever glanced at the ‘Sleb’ pix on the Mail site, or on any of the ‘fanzine’, ‘gossip’ or garbage of that type, you will have come across the name of the Kardashian clan. They have parlayed a sex, and celebrity-obsessed portion of this planet, through the medium of a so-called ‘Reality’ show on television, into a multi-million-dollar empire which exists on semi-porn photos, exposure of various breasts and other parts of their collected bodies, exposure to various gossip paparazzi lenses, and more, much more, semi-porn videos and pix of the three main female perpetrators, all of whom sport the same vapid, middle-eastern facial features which sprawl across their web-sites and publicity stills. But the worst of this family is this thing who used to be a man, and the father of certain clan members; but now claims to be a transgender woman named Caitlin. As I do not accept that it is a man, and I further do not accept that it is a woman, I am compelled to state that we shall have to accept that it is a third gender, with none of the accepted traits of either man, or woman, and therefore am further compelled to invent a name for this strange existence amongst us, and we shall call it an amalgam of ‘She’ and ‘He’, as well as ‘It’: and for a short form should therefore be known as ‘She_He_It’‘.
True, through the miracles of chemicals, hormone treatments and of modern plastic surgery, ‘She_He_it’ has got a magnificent pair of boobs, and wears a wig which truly makes ‘She_He_It’‘ look almost lifelike, there does seem to be something missing. While not either willing or wishing to explore what surgery/ implant/ insertions have been done to ‘She_He_It’’s reproductive organs, we can assume that modifications have been made to give the impression that ‘She_He_It’‘ has got what it takes. A fleeting involuntary glance at a forthcoming tv special labelled ‘My Name is Caitlin’ gave the unfortunate impression that the ‘star’ was some sort of Thai lady-boy with the unfortunate addition of a genuinely husky manly voice! Seems a pity to have spent all that cash and not gone all the way. Still, he/she/it can always slit its throat, and put the world out of its self-imposed misery!
A very strange thing to be given an award for Excellence in Sports Performance Yearly Award), presumably for what was done a long time ago, as opposed to a genuine winner .