We didn't take our medication this week, so welcome to the short-attention-span edition of TWiS.
I'm not a doctor, Jim, I'm a pedophile. An article in the Huffington Post suggests that there is a connection between watching Star Trek and being a pedophile. Trekkies get hot and bothered by the idea. (I know trekkies like to be called trekkers, but trekkies are not the boss of me.)
How to measure your penis. Is it really that hard? Apparently this diy project might involve, like, math. Math + boner = need for detailed instructions.
Queerty in pink. New gay blog queerty. Check out Little Joe "Walk on the Wild Side" Dallesandro, be surprised he is still alive, and wonder what he looks like now.
News of the nude: Everyday nakedness in the Netherlands, where everybody who is naked is also white. That shaggy dude who walks around England naked got arrested again. Whatever.
Life is a cabaret again in Seattle. A temporary ban (that lasted 17 years) on new "adult cabarets," aka strip clubs, in Seattle was finally lifted. [thanks Liz]
Singing Lesbians to Rescue Opera House is my favorite headline of the week.
Tell your wife: it's not porn, it's art. Christie's auctions sexploitation posters.
Dirty laundry. Museum exhibition about underwear. Tell your wife: it's not underwear, it's culture.
He said, she said. In the tradition of other great games, like "Lesbian or Midwestern?" or "Gay or European?" it's "Female or Shemale: Can You Tell?"
We share DNA with these folks. I mean the people watching the monkeys having sex.
Can't. Stop. Playing. Monkey. Slots.
I sent Monkey Slots to everyone in my office, and now no work is getting done at all. Thanks, Amanda!
Posted by: Janey Yonkers | September 16, 2005 at 02:49 PM