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I'm sure, somewhere out there in cyberspace, there is a Dick Cheney fan club.

I'm not going to google for it.

[Maybe even a Gay Chubbies for Dick Cheney club.]

That reminds me...that guy I mentioned on the elderly pron H&R thread who has a quicksand fetish also has a wrapping (mummy) fetish.

Different strokes...

Yeah, one time I met a girl on Match, and was getting along well, but hadn't been able to match schedules to actually go on a date (lots of IM and so forth). I was not really prepared for it when my boss calls me into his office and asks me if I know her, because he's just met her on Match and they're starting to date. I was pissed until later I found out they didn't meet on Match, but on HerpesDating.com. Apparently there are several sites out there for folks who are herpes or HPV positive to find dates who don't have to worry about catching it.

niche markets exist everywhere.

now, i have a friend who's got a touch of the emotional plague for those reichians out there (orgone holla if you hear me), and who has a fixation on slime porn and clones, which culminated in his attempting to create a comic about it. (his gf dropped out of the project for obvious reasons recently.)

what i find fascinating about this is that he's not alone in the slightest in having a very complicated (in my eyes), rigid (har har) and deeply narrative sexual fantasy. it's sort of like "food network fan fiction" (just fucking google it but not at work, sorry) - the stuff that's not about teabagging alton brown or, more obviously, coating rachel ray in a thin layer of evoo is actually really prosaic, complicated and incredibly, incredibly boring.

it's all like "and then i helped him make a souffle!"

that's not fanfiction, that's masturbating about being an intern. but i digress.

a while back now i was truly horrified by strippers, as opposed to just being slightly squicked now; the entire thing just grossed me out. so of course, as a way to deal with it i went and grabbed me some ethnographies (i can recommend g strings and sympathy as the best of the bunch) and learned a whole bunch of weird shit about strippers and, more importantly, their customers.

basically, you have these dudes who have never had extended sexual contact with a woman that didn't include a footrace to ejaculation. so even without the drinking, you're dealing with a bunch of dudes put into a low-level buzz due to having to endure sexual stimuli without release - generally speaking, and eww in the specific, but i digress. the common theme with everyone, across three states and a bunch of different clubs? someone to talk to who just happened to be naked. the low-level buzz leads to a confessional atmosphere that's half soul bearing and half reinforcing the choices they've made in their lives. it never occurred to me before that men were really getting anything out of the whole stripping thing - i saw it as a perfectly acceptable, if pointless, form of getting something for nothing - and frankly, what they were getting out of it was more akin to an emotional safe space than sexual objectification.

a kind of tantra, really. a bit sad and a bit weird, but still.

anyway, back to my friend - i understand part of the hilarity of the story is that it is so ridiculous and so needlessly complicated, but in another sense it's a lifelong project that has zero chance of coming true. the slime part, of course, can be replicated with a tarp and some, well, whatever you make hypoallergenic slime from. no doubt someone out there knows and has a community.

but the one great step forward AND back has been this manifestation of a kind of indulgence one might even go so far as to call laveyan; everyone can find their object of desire, even if it is only an object. it may be dull to listen to, but it generally doesn't actually impact our lives, unless it impacts our loved ones.

and in which case, well, grab a tarp and hope for the best.

dhex is a national treasure.

Great! I'm packing on more manliness every day!

"Okay, Treasure, here's a module for you to run for me. I have a third level Gnome Illusionist. Oh, and here's a set of dice. See how they all have different numbers of sides? This one is the d20. You'll use it a lot. This one is..."

Mary Sue and Marty Stu are everywhere, man.

Pretty sure the Real Dolls™ people actually make something that would make that literally possible.

Looks like every other dating website. Total sausage fest.