What I never want to run while falling down the rabbit hole (no pun intended) of Tumblr: cloaca porn; satanic cloaca porn; or, last, gangrene porn. Tingle pick up your game.

Having played rugby on a gay men's team, seriously, third half songs are nothing but transgressive. "The S&M Man," "I used to work in Chicago," "Jesus Can't Play Rugby," even the "Yogi Bear" song, for God's sake.

That's definitely good advice, and that was what I did eventually, copying all of those into Evernote and deleting the drafts.

This is so apropos, given an argument I found myself in last that came out of nowhere last night.

You may indeed mean well, but even Judith Butler wouldn't take your hyperbolic, dichotomous (ill-)logic seriously.

Okay, so because I'm bored and waiting for Game of Thrones to air (and I am sure that makes me a willing participant in, and supporter of, all patriarchal oppression and rape culture, even as a gay man who himself has been raped), I've read through many, many of your posts.