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commentator OREGON February 24th, 2012 Volume XXIX Issue V A Journal of Opinion THE SEX ISSUE
- Page 2 and 3: Founded Sept. 27th, 1983 Managing E
- Page 4 and 5: Contents Contents [Departments] Nob
- Page 6 and 7: RX Delicious Drunk Restaurant Revie
- Page 8 and 9: =current affairs LOCAL COLLEGE STUD
- Page 10 and 11: Self love Sex, Drugs and Loving You
- Page 12 and 13: Q and A Thicky’s Corner Kevin Poe
- Page 14 and 15: hurt locker High School: Basketball
- Page 16 and 17: SHow me yours Anonymous Sex Stories
- Page 18 and 19: First Timer A STRIPCLUB NOVICE TELL
- Page 20 and 21: Barriers Te Gusta... uh, Sexo? Have
- Page 22 and 23: COsFaux 30 Things to Do with a Nake
- Page 24 and 25: Teacher/Librarian-Student This one
- Page 26 and 27: LEts get it on B J CHIMEONNAISE’S
- Page 28 and 29: i second S.I.L.F.s: Rand Paul (R) K
- Page 30 and 31: SPEW Spew... On Being A Fuckhead
- Page 32: Deadline for submissions: March 9th
commentator<br />
<strong>OREGON</strong><br />
February 24th, 2012 Volume XXIX Issue V A Journal of Opinion<br />
THE SEX ISSUE
Founded Sept. 27th, 1983<br />
Managing Editor<br />
Ashley Reed<br />
Member Collegiate Network<br />
Editor-In-Chief<br />
Sophia Lawhead<br />
Publisher<br />
Ethan Bendau<br />
Copy Editors<br />
Ashley Reed, Sophia Lawhead, Nick Ekblad<br />
Editor Emeritus<br />
Lyzi Diamond<br />
Distribution Managers<br />
Danny Mayes, Hailey<br />
Chamberlain<br />
Contributors<br />
Ashley Reed, Lauren Greenhall, Sophia Lawhead, Tony Darsy, Katie<br />
Conley, Ben Schorr, Korbi Kay, Adam Chimeo, Hailey Chamberlain,<br />
Maggie Brees, Rebecca O’Neill<br />
Blog Editor<br />
Sophia Lawhead<br />
Associate Editor<br />
Rebecca O’Neill<br />
Board of Directors<br />
Ethan Bendau, Chairman<br />
Ashley Reed, Vice-Chairman<br />
Sophia Lawhead, Director<br />
Art Director<br />
Maggie Brees<br />
Publisher Emeritus<br />
Ross Coyle<br />
Humor Editor<br />
Lauren Greenhall<br />
Layout Directors<br />
Ashley Reed, Sophie Lawhead<br />
Alumni Advisory Board<br />
Charles H. Deister ‘92, R.S.D. Wederquist ‘92<br />
Scott Camp, ‘94, Ed Carson ‘94, Mark Hemingway ‘98,<br />
William Beutler ‘02, Tim Dreier ‘04, Olly Ruff ‘05, Tyler Graf ‘05<br />
Board of Trustees<br />
Richard Burr, Dane Claussen, Thomas Mann<br />
Owen Brennan, Scott Camp<br />
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Socialism guarantees the right to work. However, we believe<br />
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Editorial<br />
Hello, and welcome to The <strong>Oregon</strong> <strong>Commentator</strong>. I’m your Editorin-Chief,<br />
Sophia Lawhead, and here we’ve got one of our tastiest treasure<br />
troves of earthly (and unearthly) delights. Yes, it’s the Sex Issue, where we<br />
take a break from writing about booze and guns to spend some QT on all<br />
things boo-tee.<br />
We’re not the only ones here in Track Town that are acting on our tingly<br />
feelings. Emotions have been running high all over campus. First we started<br />
off the year with ASUO Vice President Katie Taylor’s steamy matrimonial<br />
scandal, where it was revealed that the veep is actually married to former<br />
OSPIRG chairman and alleged Muppet Charles Denson. Taylor did not<br />
seem to think that her influence over the budget of a program run by her<br />
husband would count as a conflict of interest (and surprise, the PIRG got<br />
their requested 97 percent budget increase), but hey, the ASUO has never<br />
been big on honesty or transparency.<br />
And neither are they big on loving one another, apparently. Senator<br />
Lindy Mabuye, a woman of color and candor, wrote of her experiences in<br />
Senate in an opinion letter to the Ol’ Dirty this past week:<br />
Full disclosure: Sophia Lawhead is<br />
herself a Muppet.<br />
“Then it hit me. At first, I was in denial. There is no way I was being treated differently because of what<br />
I look like...I was surprised that I was being marginalized and silenced by the very people that claim to be the<br />
biggest allies to minority groups. No one wanted to deal with the blatant racism and sexism that I had been<br />
publicly submitted to. I never received a genuine apology from those responsible, and it’s because they genuinely<br />
don’t believe they are to blame for my reaction. Apparently, according to said ‘allies’ of people of color,<br />
perhaps if I were not so aggressive in my argument I wouldn’t receive such averse treatment, and perhaps if I<br />
would be more aligned to what they deem to be worthy of a person of color I would be treated better.”<br />
As someone who has attended a Senate meeting or two, I can attest that Senator Mabuye is not exaggerating.<br />
Like many groups on campus dedicated to “promoting diversity” or “empowering students,” the ASUO<br />
takes very little real action in pursuit of their goals. It exists mainly as a resume builder for the overprivileged<br />
overachievers who use their meager power with a deep sense of entitlement and superiority over the students<br />
they’re supposed to protect. Any ASUO member who supports OSPIRG doesn’t give a flying fuck about<br />
students or their school--they care about getting a job after graduation. However, I shouldn’t be such a bitch;<br />
apathy toward your peers is a human right. Who knew the ASUO would ever agree with the <strong>Commentator</strong>.<br />
Yes, women of color aren’t feeling the love, and women in general at UO are beginning to see that no one<br />
really gives a fuck about their safety or well-being. There are been three sexual assaults this year, all in the<br />
campus area, the last one happening in front of a crowded party. On the part of the girl’s friends, the partygoers,<br />
and the EPD’s “Party Patrol,” it really takes the bystander effect to a whole new level. Perhaps if the girl<br />
had been holding an open container there would have been some police presence. As this University gets less<br />
and less safe for females, it makes one wonder why no one seems to be riled up about it. Besides their mandatory,<br />
terrifyingly vague emails, the administration has done nothing. Meanwhile, the Siren and Student Insurgent,<br />
both of whom purport to fight for justice for the marginalized, haven’t made a peep on the subject. It<br />
would seem that no one at UO gives a shit about women, which is a little ridiculous considering that we are in<br />
the majority here. What do you say, ladies? Occupy the streets until there’s a pepper spray in every purse and a<br />
pedi-cab on every corner! Wait, there’s a sale at Urban? Hold on let me get shoes.<br />
Before I jet to snatch some hella fitted headscarves, I want to thank you for picking up this little publication.<br />
This issue is truly full of a buttload of hot tips and titillating tales to get you through the cold Eugene<br />
winter.<br />
Enjoy babies, slamma ja’mama.<br />
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Contents<br />
Contents<br />
[Departments]<br />
Nobody [pg. 6] SPEW [pg. 30]<br />
[Features]<br />
Drunk Restaurant Reviews: White Castle ..........................................................<br />
Kat O. Nein tellls you about the best place to get a happy meal<br />
Stripperahs in da 541...................................................................................................<br />
Farrah Thunderbolt spreads it wide open<br />
Anal Leakage..................................................................................................................<br />
The Barreness brings us all the hot goss about Tammie’s pooper<br />
Fictional Characters With Whom I Would Copulate........................................<br />
K. Lee Shiznit gives us the lowdown on these FCIWWIWCs.<br />
Sex, Drugs and Loving Your Holes........................................................................<br />
Mary Magdalene gives us the low-down on the only thing green and sexy.<br />
Leatherwoods: Sexy Summer Camp....................................................................<br />
Who needs canoes and marshmellows when you’ve got whips and chains?<br />
Thicky’s Corner................................................................................................................<br />
Kevin Poehner wants you to get your info straight from the source.<br />
The Top 5 Up and Cumming Porn Stars............................................................<br />
Anita P. Nisse gives you the money shot on these newcomers.<br />
High School: A Real Pain in the Ass......................................................................<br />
Hugh Schlongg digs deep in a high school ass-scandal<br />
How to Distract Your Lover from Your Hideous Genitals.............................<br />
Ben Dover speaks from experience.<br />
Anonymous Sex Stories..............................................................................................<br />
Our sinful staffers spill their loads<br />
A Strip-Club Novice Tells All.......................................................................................<br />
Jack Mehoffe on a night he’ll never forget<br />
True Life: I Was a Coke Princess...........................................................................<br />
The crazy narcotic sexy-dream that almost was<br />
¿Te Gusta…Uh, Sexo?..................................................................................................<br />
Adventures in Amor With A Dude Who Really, Really Didn’t Speak English So Well<br />
30 Things to Do With a Naked Man.....................................................................<br />
Tony D. gives you the down and dirty straight from the pages of Cosmo<br />
What’s Your Fantasy?..................................................................................................<br />
Anita L. Nisse puts the most tried and true roleplay fantasies to the test<br />
Chimeonnaise’s Boner Jamz.....................................................................................<br />
Some tunes so you can rock/jam out with your cock/clam out<br />
Brotherly Love...................................................................................................................<br />
Haywood Jablowmie’s bromance nightmare<br />
S.I.L.Fs: Senators I’d Like to Fuck............................................................................<br />
Betty Nailder gives us the 411 on our nation’s hottest legislators<br />
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NOBody Asked US, BUT...<br />
asks ...<br />
7<br />
What Turns You On?<br />
sudsy says:<br />
“Baby I’m no<br />
weatherman,<br />
but you can<br />
expect a<br />
few inches<br />
tonight.”<br />
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12<br />
13<br />
[Santa Claus]<br />
Long, Hard<br />
Chimneys<br />
[On The Rocks]<br />
Attention<br />
Bartending School<br />
THe DIRTY SANCHEZ<br />
Ingredients:<br />
1 part vodka<br />
1 part gingerale<br />
All parts pooped in<br />
Stir with finger, lick,<br />
drink it up and no<br />
crying.<br />
[Fraternity Boy]<br />
The Word ‘No’<br />
[Sorority Girl]<br />
Blood Diamonds<br />
why doesn’t that hot<br />
girl want to fuck me ?<br />
[Beetlejuice]<br />
[Lightswitch]<br />
Saying My Name Fingers<br />
45%<br />
20%<br />
15%<br />
10%<br />
10%<br />
%I’m fat and ugly<br />
She’s racist against the irish<br />
wait.. she doesn’t ?<br />
She’s a lesbian Dude i<br />
swear to God.<br />
I dont have hands<br />
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RX Delicious<br />
Drunk Restaurant<br />
Reviews<br />
White Castle<br />
It probably doesn’t shock anyone<br />
when I say that any foray into<br />
Springfield is probably going<br />
to end in tears and regret. That<br />
probability increases exponentially<br />
as the weekend approaches, so by<br />
the time you hit Saturday night,<br />
your at shit ground zero. However,<br />
I’m pleasantly shocked to say that<br />
I actually had a decent evening in<br />
Springfield this weekend, during a<br />
visit to the White Castle on Gateway.<br />
True to form, after a couple<br />
bottles of whiskey and a bowl or five,<br />
my bros and I decided it was time to<br />
stuff our gullets with greasy goodness.<br />
After waking up the DD Travis and<br />
pulling him out of a puddle of Jäger, we<br />
made our confused way to the closest<br />
fast food joint we could find. After we<br />
missed a Taco Bell and an IHOP and<br />
a KFC, we finally forced the T-Man<br />
to pull over next to the Best Buy in<br />
the parking lot of a White Castle.<br />
The place got a thumbs<br />
down right through when the door<br />
the cashier asked for our IDs (way<br />
too hardass, we weren’t that drunk).<br />
Their menu was kind of weird, too,<br />
with everything spaced out around a<br />
dining room (which I would modestly<br />
describe as football-field-sized) for<br />
us to find on our own. It was almost<br />
like a bistro, if bistros were full of<br />
lingerie and dildos and gay porn.<br />
Yeah, there was that too.<br />
For reasons unknown, White Castle<br />
has apparently decided to expand its<br />
offerings. That seemed kind of weird<br />
to me, since there wasn’t a square<br />
hamburger to be found and it was hard<br />
to construct a sandwich out of frilly<br />
panties (Nathan had more luck with<br />
the sexy board games and the edible<br />
lube). While Kassandra sifted through<br />
a rack of condoms for salt packets<br />
and her boyfriend Fish yelled about<br />
about not knowing the Castle had a<br />
Redbox while pulling anal DVDs off<br />
the shelf, my hankering for faux-meat<br />
led me to the back wall, where I found<br />
a different sort of faux-meat. Turns out<br />
It was kind of like this, except with less<br />
Neil Patrick Harris and more fleshlights.<br />
they have an impressive selection of<br />
vibrators at White Castle these days,<br />
set up so they could be tested, which<br />
I guess is cool since it’s kind of like<br />
giving out free samples. Might as<br />
well, when you’re the size of a Costco.<br />
Everything was a bit blurry<br />
after that—I remember Trav trying<br />
to drink from what he thought was<br />
a Coke before getting a mouthful o’<br />
nine tails, Kass laughing about the<br />
handcuffs that she found in a sandwich<br />
box, and Jason passing out in a copy<br />
of Big Dicks Monthly and muttering<br />
about crayons for his placemat. I’m<br />
pretty sure security tossed us out after<br />
Kass’ beau knocked over a rack of<br />
massage oil (dude, he was so drunk)<br />
and we somehow stumbled our way<br />
back to the car with some piecemeal<br />
bits for our trouble (Jason somehow<br />
managed to hold on to that BDM,<br />
and said it was totally on accident).<br />
It was only as I was passing out on<br />
Kass’ couch that I found the prize that<br />
came with my Whitey Meal—a purple<br />
bullet with little cartoon flowers on<br />
the box, somehow stuffed into my<br />
pocket. This shit got classier everyday.<br />
I have since discovered that,<br />
apparently, the closest White Castle<br />
to Eugene is in Minnesota, so it looks<br />
like we found a knock-off. Either<br />
way, my guess is we’ll be hitting<br />
the place up the next time my posse<br />
is dying for somethin’ fryin’. Or<br />
vibin’. Mayan? Something, whatever.<br />
In conclusion, if you love<br />
plastic protein, hit up the White<br />
Castle on Gateway. At the very least,<br />
it’ll be worth it for the prize inside.<br />
Kat O. Nein is the managing editor of<br />
the <strong>Oregon</strong> <strong>Commentator</strong>, and takes,<br />
“Thank you, come again,” the wrong way.<br />
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uncovered MAIL CALL<br />
Strippahs inda<br />
541<br />
When I say strip club, what do you think of? Red lights? Sticky<br />
bathrooms? G-Strings? Creepy old men?<br />
Well, if you have never explored just what a strip club could<br />
mean to you, look no further. This tantalizingly mysterious career<br />
that draws in so many bright young ladies is no longer out of reach,<br />
thanks to this nifty guide to the hottest titty bars in town! Plus, I’m<br />
a woman, so you KNOW I’m being totally objective!!!!!<br />
Okay, so until recently I had only been to this one AWESOME stripper spot I know a lot of you are familiar with:<br />
the infamous Jiggles, conveniently located just off I-5 in Tualatin. Needless to say I was pretty excited to see what<br />
good Eugene was prepared to shove in my face. I was not disappointed. Bottoms up, bitches!<br />
THE SILVER DOLLAR<br />
8==> 8==> 8==><br />
Cover: $3, Full Bar<br />
This place is a local favorite.<br />
It would have gotten a 4-boner score<br />
but I am averse to cover charges -<br />
even though $3 isn’t bad, I want to<br />
save my dolla bills for the sexy ladies.<br />
The decor is suitable, dim enough that<br />
your shame blends into the wallpaper,<br />
but bright enough that you can see<br />
your buddy getting motorboated next<br />
to you. The girls won’t let you do a<br />
tequila luge off their butt cracks, but<br />
they’re still super hot and will gladly<br />
serve you normal shots if you’re into<br />
that. The real claim to fame here<br />
is drum roll: the HOT TUB AND<br />
SHOWER STAGES. Talk about wet<br />
dreams. Naked women splashing<br />
around having a blast for YOU!<br />
Bring a change of undies.<br />
And, as if this place could get<br />
any better, there is a legit Champagne<br />
Room so you can bust out that<br />
Chris Rock impression you’ve been<br />
working on.<br />
THE NILE<br />
8==> 8==> 8==> 8==><br />
Cover: No, Full Bar<br />
This place is badass.<br />
Remember in 300 when that weird<br />
gimp hunchback stumbles into a<br />
room full of exotic big titty babes<br />
eating grapes off each other? That’s<br />
what The Nile is like, but with liquor<br />
instead of grapes and much better<br />
looking clientele. You walk inside<br />
and are immediately transported to<br />
a kinky Egyptian adventure, and the<br />
fun begins in the kitchen!! A word<br />
of advice, stuff your face with their<br />
awesome greasy food while your<br />
dancer is on. It will fill your soul<br />
with unsurpassed joy. Then chug a<br />
beer and go nuts. This is the place<br />
to overindulge!<br />
CLUB 1444<br />
8==><br />
Cover: $3, Full Bar<br />
For those of you who were<br />
fortunate enough to experience The<br />
District before it closed down, Club<br />
1444 is its dirty country cousin. The<br />
exterior could use a coat of paint, and<br />
the inside is just sad. According to<br />
one patron who was bored enough<br />
to review this place of his own free<br />
will, every so often 1444 is positively<br />
“hopping, and there are hoes all over<br />
the place! Wicked awesome!” How<br />
nice, they cater to virgins, too. So,<br />
if you want to go somewhere to feel<br />
better about your pathetic, lonely life<br />
without all the judgement, go to this<br />
place and buy your happiness back<br />
for $20.<br />
Farrah Thunderbolt is a contributor to<br />
the <strong>Oregon</strong> <strong>Commentator</strong>, and is still<br />
looking for a butt crack to do tequila luge<br />
off of.<br />
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=current affairs<br />
LOCAL COLLEGE STUDENT<br />
TRIES ANAL, SHOCKS ALL<br />
EUGENE, OR- Disappointment,<br />
confusion and shock were just a few of<br />
the highly charged emotional reactions<br />
experienced at Max’s yesterday upon<br />
discovery that a friend of area residents<br />
Tara Hartfeld and Karen Smith had tried<br />
anal sex. Their comrade, 21-year-old<br />
Tammie Langhorn, was not expected<br />
to have done such an unthinkable act,<br />
especially because she was raised with<br />
Christian values and loves puppies.<br />
“If I had known, I would never<br />
have used that as my ‘never have I ever’<br />
during ten fingers!” Hartfeld, a Gossip<br />
Girl addict currently employed at The<br />
Buzz Cafe told a group of reporters<br />
this morning. “I just wanted to see if<br />
the rumors about Jimmy were true! But<br />
this! I can’t believe she didn’t tell me!”<br />
Smith had similar feelings about<br />
the discovery. “I thought we were<br />
besties,” Smith explained, “like, real<br />
besties. I told her everything, even<br />
about my blacked-out hand job at<br />
80’s Night. But she didn’t even trust<br />
me to tell me about this! I don’t know<br />
if I can trust her anymore. Ever.”<br />
Tragically, there is nothing the<br />
girls can do about this discovery un-<br />
til they get to be alone with Langhorn<br />
during their weekly coffee date.<br />
“I still can’t believe how we found<br />
out,” Smith explained. “We were all<br />
just sitting around at Max’s and the<br />
conversation was getting boring. Jimmy<br />
suggested we play King’s Cup, but<br />
that sounded dumb, so we decided to<br />
play Ten Fingers instead. And let me tell<br />
you, I was ready to dish out some dirt!”<br />
But the sense of excitement the<br />
group was experiencing would shortly<br />
turn into confusion and dismay.<br />
Self-proclaimed ladies’ man and<br />
friend of Hartfeld and Smith, Jimmy<br />
Conso, commented on the discovery.<br />
“Out of nowhere, and I really mean<br />
it dude, Tara gave me this look, and<br />
then was like, ‘Never have I ever<br />
tried anal,’ and everyone was staring<br />
at me, and all the sudden I look over,<br />
and there’s ‘lil Tammie putting down<br />
a finger. I couldn’t believe it! So what<br />
do you think I did? I yelled ‘OHHHH,’<br />
as loud as I could and pointed at her.<br />
Dude, I couldn’t believe that shit!”<br />
Investigators report that many<br />
men claim to be the individual who<br />
performed anal sex on Langhorn,<br />
Tammie Langford, minutes<br />
after the incident.<br />
most notably Jimmy and Puddles the<br />
Duck. However, upon examining her<br />
sheets it appears there are no traces of<br />
santorum whatsoever, leaving Harfeld,<br />
Smith and the rest of community<br />
to question the exact details<br />
of this interaction.<br />
The Barreness is the humor editor if the<br />
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• Mr. Feeny (Boy Meets World)—<br />
You know<br />
from the<br />
twinkle<br />
in his eye<br />
that the ‘ol<br />
whippersnapper<br />
has a few<br />
tricks up<br />
his sleeve.<br />
He was always trying to teach Corey<br />
and Sean some valuable lesson, and<br />
I wouldn’t mind him teaching me a<br />
thing or two with that ruler he held so<br />
authoritatively. Discipline is kinky.<br />
• Scar (The Lion King)—I don’t<br />
know what it is, but Scar is wicked<br />
sexy. Something about him is just<br />
SO wrong. Maybe it’s the fact that<br />
he killed his<br />
own brother.<br />
Or that he<br />
attempted<br />
to conquer<br />
Pride Rock<br />
and make<br />
all of those<br />
goofy little<br />
hyenas his<br />
minions. Or you know, the fact that<br />
he’s a lion. But with Scar it’s not<br />
about the beastiality, just the brutality.<br />
• Waldo (Where’s Waldo?)—He<br />
seems like an exhibitionist,<br />
down<br />
to do the dirty<br />
in public; and<br />
yet, other people<br />
would have a hard<br />
time catching us.<br />
Public intimacy.<br />
Intriguing.<br />
F.C.W.W.I.W.Cs!<br />
“Fick-ee-wicks”<br />
Ficional Characters With Whom I Would Copulate<br />
• Spike (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)—Granted,<br />
we couldn’t get breakfast<br />
the<br />
next<br />
morning<br />
without<br />
him dissolving<br />
in the<br />
sunlight,<br />
but<br />
that’s a<br />
small<br />
sacrifice<br />
to<br />
pay for<br />
his amazing bone structure. Mmm, I<br />
could play tic-tac-toe on those cheekbones<br />
all night long. Plus if he got<br />
naughty and tried to bite me, I could<br />
just stake him in the heart. Problem<br />
solved. If only all of the men who<br />
backsass me could be dealt with so<br />
easily…<br />
• Skeeter (Doug)—Strictly to answer<br />
three questions: #1. His skin color is<br />
blue, but is he blue everywhere? #2.<br />
Is his semen<br />
the color—<br />
and consistency—of<br />
Nickelodean<br />
slime? #3.<br />
Does he<br />
make that<br />
HONK,<br />
HONK noise<br />
during his<br />
moment of<br />
bliss? Or does he have a special sound<br />
effect reserved for that, one only his<br />
lovers have heard?<br />
imaginary friends<br />
• Tobias (Arrested Development)—<br />
I’ve never done it with a Never Nude.<br />
Curiosity killed the K Lee.<br />
• Chef (South Park)—For obvious<br />
reasons. If they are not obvious to<br />
you, then you have not heard his songs<br />
“Make Love To Ya Woman,” “Good<br />
Love,” and “Feel Like Makin’ Love.”<br />
Clearly, the man knows what he is doing,<br />
and he can cook.<br />
• Tuxedo Mask (Sailor Moon)—The<br />
tuxedo, the roses, the prince factor, the<br />
ability to appear just in the knick of<br />
time--need I say more? Tuxedo Mask<br />
was the obsession of my youth, and<br />
now he is the reason behind my unrealistic<br />
expectations of modern men.<br />
Oh well.<br />
K. Lee Shiznit is a contributor to the <strong>Oregon</strong><br />
<strong>Commentator</strong> and may or may not<br />
have a Hunger Games roleplay costume.<br />
9
Self love<br />
Sex,<br />
Drugs<br />
and Loving<br />
Your<br />
Holes<br />
Kim Marks is very much a Portland<br />
woman. She’s an intelligent,<br />
hipster-esque lady originally from San<br />
Francisco who loves protecting the environment,<br />
eating organic food products,<br />
getting down and dirty and, most<br />
importantly, selling sex toys and lube.<br />
I met her in late January at a<br />
lecture on polyamory by Janet Hardy<br />
(which you can read about on the <strong>Oregon</strong><br />
<strong>Commentator</strong> blog), where she<br />
was promoting some products from<br />
her recently opened sex shop based<br />
in Portland called As You Like It: The<br />
Pleasure Shop. I purchased a bottle of<br />
organic lube (Lubricant Pure) and later<br />
had a very enjoyable night with said<br />
lube (my boyfriend was there, too, I<br />
think). So, I decided to contact Marks<br />
to learn more about what she did.<br />
As You Like It launched its<br />
online store in January 2012 and is<br />
one of the first sex shops in Portland<br />
that boasts locally-made, organic and<br />
body-safe products. It prides itself on<br />
running a business that is gender and<br />
sexuality inclusive, body and sex positive,<br />
and “eco-sexual”. They sell everything<br />
from lubes to dildos, fetishwear<br />
to harnesses, books and DVDs<br />
to something called “masturbation<br />
sleeves.” I’ll leave it to Google Images<br />
to tell you what those are.<br />
Marks got her idea for an ecofriendly<br />
sex shop in 2007 while she<br />
was recovering from thyroid cancer.<br />
For the past seventeen years, Marks<br />
had been deeply involved with the<br />
environmental movement, but her experience<br />
with cancer changed her outlook<br />
on what she wanted to do with<br />
her life.<br />
“Surviving cancer was and is<br />
a reality check,” she explained. She realized<br />
that there wasn’t an eco-friendly<br />
sex shop in Portland, or the greater<br />
Northwest, and it within that niche that<br />
Marks knew she could find a market.<br />
“Eco-friendly” toys weren’t a popular<br />
subject in conversations about sex,<br />
and this was something she wanted to<br />
change.<br />
“It’s easy to talk to people<br />
about the cancer-causing toxins they’re<br />
putting into their bodies when it comes<br />
to food and shampoo,” she said. “But<br />
there is a lot of silence around sex toys<br />
and lube.” Through her shop, Marks<br />
is hoping to put an emphasis on bodysafe<br />
products that don’t contain processed<br />
or toxic chemicals and to create<br />
awareness about what exactly we’re<br />
putting on/into our naughty bits.<br />
The more I thought about what<br />
she said, the more I realized how true it<br />
is. Every year there’s a new big scare<br />
about some product you need to stop<br />
drinking, eating, wearing or smelling<br />
because it gives people a higher risk of<br />
such-and-such cancer or disease, but<br />
the conversation about body-safe sex<br />
toys is, to my knowledge, non-existent<br />
in the media. Why should that be? As<br />
Marks told me, she meets all different<br />
kinds of people in her line of work<br />
“from environmental activists to allies<br />
in First Nation groups, to all the moms<br />
I know, to card-carrying NRA members.”<br />
Most of the people you know<br />
are probably using sex toys or lubes of<br />
one sort of other, but why aren’t people<br />
asking what’s in those products?<br />
This issue is something that<br />
affects the majority of Americans, not<br />
just a certain group of people. Even<br />
your grandma probably has a finger<br />
vibrator stashed under her Bible in<br />
case of emergency. Being safe about<br />
the chemicals you put into your body<br />
is especially important to younger people,<br />
such as teenagers and college age<br />
adults. Research on the levels of toxic<br />
chemicals in sex toys is limited and<br />
studies have only been conducted in<br />
the past few years, but one study done<br />
by Greenpeace revealed that seven out<br />
of eight sex toys analyzed contained<br />
one or more phthalates in concentrations<br />
of 24%-49%. Phthalates are used<br />
in numerous sex toys and products (as<br />
well as plastic toys, medical devices,<br />
appliances, etc.) as softening or jelling<br />
agents in plastics. A number of US government<br />
agencies, including the Food<br />
and Drug Administration (2002), the<br />
Center for Disease Control (2011), and<br />
the Environmental Protection Agency<br />
(2005), have studied the effects of different<br />
forms of phthalates on humans<br />
and mice, and shown that increases in<br />
10
Happy trees<br />
this chemical can lead to higher rates<br />
of infertility, issues in child development,<br />
and abnormal growth. It is considered<br />
by some agencies (EPA and<br />
Department of Health and Human Services<br />
[2009]) to be a possible cancercausing<br />
chemical.<br />
“Getting young adults informed<br />
about these sorts of issues is<br />
important because many of them are<br />
just getting interested in sex toys for<br />
the first time,” Marks said. That’s why<br />
it’s one of her business’ main goals to<br />
keep toxic chemicals out of the bedroom,<br />
and especially out of regions<br />
like the vagina and anus that are particularly<br />
sensitive to chemical imbalances.<br />
On a lighter note, As You Like<br />
It prides itself on being as open as possible<br />
to as many ideas of sex as possible.<br />
As Marks explains, “we wanted<br />
to be the shop that stood up and said,<br />
‘Hey, maybe you’re not straight,<br />
maybe your body isn’t that of Ryan<br />
Reynolds or Jennifer Aniston, but you<br />
know what—you can have awesome<br />
sex too.” The employees are the sort<br />
of people you can ask about anything<br />
to do with sex, and they’ll give you an<br />
honest and thoughtful answer.<br />
In any case, I figure any person<br />
who wants to spread more sexual<br />
joy while selling products that are<br />
safe, fun and friendly is a nicer person<br />
than the vast majority of human beings<br />
in the world.<br />
To learn more and buy some awesome<br />
products, you can visit As You<br />
Like It online at asyoulikeitpdx.com.<br />
You can also friend them on Facebook<br />
or follow them on Twitter, where you<br />
can also receive updates on events and<br />
new products.<br />
Mary Magdelene is the art director of<br />
the <strong>Oregon</strong> <strong>Commentator</strong>, and knows<br />
what every one of these things does.<br />
Leatherwoods:<br />
Sexy Summer Camp<br />
This year, outside Salem in the middle of August, a group of outdoor enthusiasts<br />
will spend three fun-filled day at summer camp. If you’re like me, those words<br />
bring to mind summers of fun and puberty mixed into a vanilla-chocolate swirl of<br />
nostalgia, filled with campfires and wildness survival classes and trying to get a peek<br />
into the boys’ cabin after tromping back from ye old swimming hole.<br />
Well get that out of your head and take a seat, because this Salem gathering<br />
isn’t your grandpa’s summer camp (at least I hope to God not), and over there,<br />
you’re gonna get more than a peek.<br />
Leatherwoods, hosted annually since its launch in 2002, can be described<br />
no better than by the first words on the event’s homepage: “Leatherwoods is a<br />
membership-only BDSM campout, held 8 miles east of Salem, <strong>Oregon</strong> which is<br />
open to all sexual persuasions, at a kink-friendly campground with opportunities<br />
for some delightful outdoor scenes. Once on site, the area is all clothing-optional.”<br />
The event’s founder “Miss Reilly” recalls telling her partner (while on the way to<br />
an S&M meet-up in Denver in 1985), “I’m going to create something some day.<br />
I don’t know what exactly, but I want it to be outdoors, with trees and whips and<br />
rope.” After years of planning, the first Leatherwoods took place in Tiller, <strong>Oregon</strong>,<br />
with 30 individuals attending. Now in its tenth year, Leatherwoods has moved to<br />
private campground space at the doorstep of the Capitol, and is now what event<br />
representative ‘Adak’ calls “One of the BEST outdoor scene/multi orientation/<br />
BDSM lifestyle events in the country.”<br />
A curious perusal of the event’s website reveals information and layout<br />
bewildering in their normalcy. A section on Site Amenities (“Plenty of tent camping<br />
spaces,” “Covered pavillion,” “Cold water”) immediately precedes another on<br />
Dungeon Amenities (“4 St. Andrew’s crosses,” “Spanking benches,” “Suspension<br />
set-up”). A notice about a lack of cell service sits right beside a warning that clothing<br />
is required in the entrance area at all times. A set of links on a plain sidebar reveals<br />
the promise of additional information on the formal schedule of events, workshops,<br />
presenters, vendors, and an auction (though what they’re auctioning, I’m afraid to<br />
ask). The whole thing resembles a car show or a Star Trek convention, if the cars<br />
had people tied to their hoods or anyone at a Star Trek convention were getting<br />
laid. While most pages are currently blank awaiting the arrival of info on the 2012<br />
season, the upkeep of the site promises that it will soon be up and running. (Or tied<br />
to a picnic bench getting flogged, whichever it prefers.)<br />
This year, the event is set to run from August 17 – 19. Registration begins<br />
April 1, so any interested parties still have time to save the date. Plus, for our<br />
stauncher readers who worry about pulling a Larry Craig, fear not: the camp is quite<br />
far away from the nearest road, and photography is strictly regulated.<br />
Sure, it may not be your good ol’ American summer camp, but if you’re the<br />
kinky sort and are looking for a different kind of vacation, consider dropping these<br />
fine folks a line. Who knows? Maybe getting tied naked to a tree will let<br />
you commune with nature or something—and, hell, it’s a lot better than<br />
mess-hall slop and losing at capture the flag.<br />
Kat O. Nein is the managing editor of the<br />
<strong>Oregon</strong> <strong>Commentator</strong>, and knows<br />
what happens at band camp.<br />
11
Q and A<br />
Thicky’s<br />
Corner<br />
Kevin Poehner’s penis<br />
answers all your<br />
most personal questions<br />
Thicky, I am in love! I recently realized<br />
but haven’t said the three<br />
magic words to my girlfriend yet.<br />
When should I tell her I love her?<br />
If you are absolutely sure of the way<br />
you feel, it’s only fair to both of you<br />
to let her know, but prepare yourself<br />
for the possibility that she may not<br />
feel as strongly towards you at this<br />
point. Remember, every relationship<br />
has a person that loves the other one<br />
more, but if you guys have something<br />
good that’s built on trust and mutual<br />
attraction, don’t get insecure if<br />
she doesn’t reciprocate immediately.<br />
Be honest with her, but don’t pressure<br />
her. If she loves you back you’ll<br />
be able to get her to do anything you<br />
want in bed and you don’t want a<br />
failed power play to hold you back<br />
from some seriously dope bangin’.<br />
Any tips for preventing whiskey<br />
dick?<br />
For any actual men who might be<br />
reading this, “whiskey dick” (or as<br />
it’s referred to by real men, “weak<br />
penis”) is the inability to achieve and<br />
maintain a full erection when drunk<br />
off of any type of liquor, most notoriously<br />
whiskey. I suggest you go back<br />
to Target and buy a few less constricting<br />
pairs of panties, you fucking pussy.<br />
Dear Thicky, I’m a freshman and<br />
a virgin and didn’t get laid fall<br />
term even though I was certain it<br />
would happen once I got to college.<br />
I’m not Taylor Lautner or<br />
anything, but I’m not ugly by any<br />
means and my penis is a pretty decent<br />
size especially compared to<br />
my roommates. Still . . . “it” hasn’t<br />
happened yet. What should I do?<br />
If there is one thing that Thicky<br />
knows about, it sure as shit isn’t having<br />
trouble getting laid. Still, I have<br />
seen many cases like yours and I can<br />
offer you this: be patient and don’t go<br />
into every party thinking that tonight<br />
could be the night. While it’s true that<br />
some girls can smell desperation and<br />
will take you if they can’t do any better<br />
that night, the rest can smell it too,<br />
and they think it’s rank. So, be proactive.<br />
Make a hot friend who will never<br />
fuck you in a million years and use<br />
her when you go out--this will signal<br />
to other girls that at least one of their<br />
kind will bother talking to you. If there<br />
is one thing girls hate, it’s other girls,<br />
so seeing you talking to another girl<br />
will send them into the kind of jealous<br />
hysteria that one can only fuck<br />
their way out of. It’s science, man.<br />
Does the phrase “Beer before liquor,<br />
never been sicker, liquor before<br />
beer, you’re in the clear,” hold<br />
any weight or is it just bullshit?<br />
I’ve done a lot of research on this, and<br />
I can tell you that there are very few<br />
drinking-related mantras that have so<br />
thoroughly divided the world’s shitbags<br />
as this one. It’s important to note<br />
here that I’m not a little bitch and can<br />
drink impressive amounts of all types<br />
of alcohol, regardless of any prescribed<br />
order. However, I think its best to remember<br />
a few rules for when you’re<br />
drinking like you really mean it: if you<br />
drink it fast you can’t taste it; you won’t<br />
have to pee as much, either; and girls<br />
think it’s awesome if you hold your nose<br />
while taking a shot. Also, try drinking<br />
Bacardi Silver. Nothing makes you feel<br />
good about your tolerance like tying a<br />
few on with some high school girls.<br />
My boyfriend never closes his<br />
eyes when he is kissing me. Does<br />
that mean he doesn’t like me?<br />
Part of the mystique of kissing lies<br />
in tuning out other senses and losing<br />
yourself in the moment. There is real<br />
magic in what you feel in that instant<br />
when your lips meet. Sounds tend to<br />
fade away, time moves differently.<br />
Hands touch hands, grasping clumsily<br />
but with a pureness of emotion that<br />
can’t be manufactured and could never<br />
be faked. Lust, passion, intense longing<br />
to keep what you felt as your lips first<br />
met alive. There’s a palpable feeling in<br />
the air that so completely enters both<br />
of you as you slowly close your eyes<br />
and press your mouths together that almost<br />
nothing could be more important<br />
than this moment. It’s as if nothing<br />
has ever felt so good, you have never<br />
anticipated anything more in your<br />
life. And when you feel that pure liberation<br />
of giving yourself over to that<br />
rawness and sincerity, you just know<br />
that if his eyes are open he doesn’t<br />
feel it at all. Probably cheating on you.<br />
12
THe future<br />
Anita P. Nisse Reveals<br />
The Top 5<br />
Up & Cumming<br />
PORN<br />
STARS<br />
Jordin Vanic<br />
Jordin has found her market in appealing to<br />
the “girl next door” market; she’s definitely<br />
the kind of girl you could bring home to mom.<br />
With her natural beauty and sexy curves,<br />
she’s everything you’re looking for but could<br />
never find in a college town like Eugene.<br />
Sticking with the innocent story, Jordin isn’t a<br />
porn star in the usual sense. Rather than getting<br />
pounded on camera, Jordin simply created<br />
her own webshow for everyone’s viewing<br />
pleasure: “Cleaning with Jordin.” She<br />
simply cleans her house, plays with her cat,<br />
makes hot chocolate, gets in soapy pillow<br />
fights with her best friend, all of the typical<br />
things girls do, but she does it all in lingerie.<br />
Tune in every Tuesday night for her<br />
steamy study sessions with Kerrie!<br />
Haydn “Meatball Sub” Cieri<br />
This young stud hails from Philadelphia,<br />
and is fresh to the porn industry as well as<br />
college. However, just because he’s new<br />
doesn’t mean that he doesn’t know what<br />
he’s doing. He’s starred in over 30 movies<br />
since he started college, 17 of which<br />
have taken place in his dorm room (only<br />
four were secretly recorded on his laptop).<br />
Haydn decided to cash in on his Italian<br />
heritage, and has found a way to incorporate<br />
marinara sauce and parmesan into almost<br />
every one of his films. Whether he’s<br />
licking it off some willing girl or using it<br />
as body paint, Haydn knows how to get<br />
creative. Be sure to check out his films,<br />
which can be found on Porntube and 4chan.<br />
Sam “Chops” Hunt<br />
A true ladykiller, Chops has a full arsenal of<br />
charm. If you don’t fall for his smooth lines, he<br />
will undoubtedly knock you down by playing<br />
some sappy ballad on his trumpet. You might<br />
think that it wouldn’t be sexy to watch a guy blow<br />
a trumpet and wink at you, but Sam does it right.<br />
Sam is a good porn star because he works his<br />
way into your heart with his deep blue eyes, and<br />
then gets you in the panties with his ten-inch penis.<br />
He’s the sensitive musician of the porn industry,<br />
often playing a poet or guitarist in love,<br />
rather than the usual delivery boys and karate<br />
instructors. Also, the porn that Sam stars in is<br />
definitely targeted at the ladies, and often puts a<br />
lot of focus on the foreplay. I’ve even seen a few<br />
movies of his where he brings the girls flowers<br />
first. Sam is definitely an unconventional porn<br />
star, but the ladies love it. You can catch him in<br />
the upcoming flick, “Sperms of Endearment.”<br />
Kerrie “Goldigga” McDermott<br />
This up and cumming porn star is one of the<br />
classiest girls I’ve ever met. She only wears the<br />
nicest clothes, and only talks to the richest boys.<br />
This bilingual honey spent her years before UO<br />
in Catholic school, so she’s used to a good spanking,<br />
and still wears her rosary as a reminder.<br />
Post-catholic school, she’s really trying to<br />
make up for lost time. Kerrie is definitely one<br />
of the sassiest porn stars I’ve ever seen, and<br />
definitely the sassiest one I’ve ever met in person.<br />
In real life, and in her movies, Kerrie is<br />
very independent and dominant. Her movies<br />
often have a heavy S&M theme, and she frequently<br />
plays a dominatrix. I even saw a movie<br />
she was in where she had a sex dungeon; it was<br />
kind of like a weirdly sexy porn version of Saw.<br />
Sam “Taylor Mesquite” Putney<br />
Sam is definitely the most renowned of all<br />
the porn stars on the list. Hailing from the<br />
Golden State, he was a hit there, but didn’t<br />
feel fulfilled making run-of-the-mill pornos.<br />
He travelled abroad for a few years,<br />
going to Amsterdam, Siena, and Frankfurt,<br />
making movies everywhere he went.<br />
He settled down in Britain for a few<br />
months, becoming known as the most attractive<br />
actor to ever star in British porn.<br />
Eventually, he crossed the pond again and decided<br />
to come to UO to focus on his education<br />
while he takes a break from the porn industry.<br />
Never fear though, ladies: Sam is in no way<br />
retired, and definitely has plans to re-enter (see<br />
what I did there?) the industry after he graduates.<br />
In the future, he hopes to travel more,<br />
and plans to star in a porno on every continent.<br />
He has big plans for India which, he has<br />
hinted, include sex while riding an elephant.<br />
13
hurt locker<br />
High School:<br />
Basketball is my favorite sport-<br />
-I love the way they dribble<br />
up and down the court and finger<br />
each other’s buttholes. Wait, what?<br />
Portland newspapers and TV news<br />
stations claim that gettin’ knuckle<br />
deep is just another part of the game<br />
for one high school. U. S. Grant High<br />
School has been the subject of police<br />
investigation after a student told staff<br />
he was sexually assaulted. Apparently<br />
it was hazing that got out of hand, and<br />
that hand ended up in some kid’s butt.<br />
The student was attacked in<br />
the locker room after a basketball<br />
game on January 12 th . Everyone<br />
involved, including the victim,<br />
played basketball for Grant.<br />
Team Captain Four Years in a Row<br />
After the incident all perpetrators<br />
were removed from the team. One<br />
student was expelled and three others<br />
were suspended. But this wasn’t<br />
the only time extreme hazing, to put<br />
it lightly, happened at the school.<br />
I went to high school at Grant and<br />
during my four years there I can safely<br />
say taht nothing went up my pooper<br />
(not even once). It’s concerning to<br />
see local news portray my school<br />
as some sort of haven for unwanted<br />
butthole fingering, which is just not<br />
the case. However, it’s hard to sound<br />
innocent when reports indicate that<br />
some of the sexual assault happened<br />
during school hours, and in class.<br />
According to the <strong>Oregon</strong>ian,<br />
“The student who told investigators<br />
about the attack during his gym class<br />
said other students had pinned him<br />
down, sat on top of him and tried<br />
to penetrate his anus with a finger<br />
through his clothes.” This apparently<br />
happened more than once, to varying<br />
degrees and to multiple individuals,<br />
along with incidents of older athletes<br />
squeezing younger athletes’ junk.<br />
Dude, what’s wrong with these kids!?<br />
When students are victimized at<br />
school, people start pointing fingers.<br />
The community points fingers at the<br />
parents, parents point fingers at the<br />
school, and the school points fingers<br />
at the district. But they should all<br />
collectively point their fingers up the<br />
butt of who’s really responsible: the<br />
perpetrators. It’s natural to want to<br />
place blame on the highest authority,<br />
but there’s not much the staff could<br />
have done differently. Many argue<br />
that the locker room needed more<br />
supervision, which sounds like a good<br />
idea now, but would have seemed<br />
ridiculous before the incident. Can you<br />
imagine a parent standing up during a<br />
PTA meeting to say, “I’m concerned<br />
about sexual misconduct, so let’s have<br />
an adult stay in the locker room to keep<br />
an eye on the teens while they undress.”<br />
Grant’s own principal, Vivian<br />
Orlen, told news that there’s a “culture<br />
of hazing and bullying at the school.”<br />
This came as a surprise to me,<br />
because I never once felt that I was<br />
bullied as a student there. Principal<br />
Orlen has only been at Grant for two<br />
years. With her reaction she tried<br />
A Real Pain in<br />
the Ass!<br />
to establish that cruelty and hazing<br />
is a pre-existing problem; perhaps<br />
she didn’t want people to ass-ociate<br />
(badum tish!) this incident with her<br />
taking charge of the school. I’m not<br />
accusing Orlen of bringing in this<br />
reign of rump rummaging, but I am<br />
accusing her of misrepresenting the<br />
school to make it seem as though<br />
we’ve always had this problem.<br />
I talked about the incident with<br />
a student athlete currently going to<br />
Grant. He said, “Prior to this event I<br />
had never even heard about ‘hazing’<br />
[at Grant].” Most students believe<br />
everything has been blown way out<br />
of proportion and that the media (like<br />
this article!) is just making it worse.<br />
The claim that sexual assault is<br />
some sort of ritual or rite of passage for<br />
the school is ludicrous. Some kids just<br />
do weird shit. Given the information<br />
that has been released, it’s safe to say<br />
that the students involved aren’t sexual<br />
predators. They’re just really, really<br />
dumb. The perpetrators deserve severe<br />
disciplinary action and the victim<br />
deserves to have all of this blow over.<br />
Severe disciplinary action<br />
Hugh Schlongg is a contributor to the<br />
<strong>Oregon</strong> <strong>Commentator</strong>, and is coining<br />
the term “rump rummaging” right here<br />
and now.<br />
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shame<br />
How to Distract Your Lovers<br />
From Your Hideous Genitals<br />
We all have disgusting,<br />
smelly, unsanitary netherregions.<br />
There are no exceptions.<br />
Some, however, are particularly gruesome.<br />
Trust me, I was one of them.<br />
But knowing I couldn’t forever hide<br />
my horrible penis from all the women<br />
unknowingly rushing toward<br />
certain doom, I developed a<br />
few ingenious methods to direct<br />
attention away from the<br />
disfigured, revolting truth. If<br />
you’re tired of the looks of<br />
terror and string of mysterious<br />
suicides that seem to follow<br />
you and the Lost Ark full<br />
of flying murderous demons<br />
that is your genitals, please,<br />
in the name of God, read on.<br />
Speaking of the Ark, it’s<br />
common knowledge that nothing<br />
screams “boner” more than<br />
the Old Testament. The wrath<br />
of an angry, jealous God is<br />
sexier than a BJ from Mary<br />
Magdalene. So before your<br />
man uncovers the unholy truth<br />
residing under your skirt, stage<br />
a classic scene from the Torah<br />
right on top of your vag: the Exodus.<br />
The heartwarming story of Moses<br />
leading the Jewish people out of slavery<br />
and the visual your man gets when<br />
he “parts the Red Sea” with his “staff”<br />
are a power combo of unrestrained lust.<br />
It’s a well-known fact that if you<br />
surround yourself with attractive people,<br />
you yourself will be judged as relatively<br />
more attractive. Following this<br />
idea to its logical conclusion, fellas,<br />
draw some glorious, glistening cocks<br />
on your upper thighs. Surrounded by<br />
such splendor, she’ll realize she was<br />
wrong to tell her friends that you had the<br />
Centipedes? In my vagina?!<br />
penis of a diseased goat and fall in love<br />
with your foul member all over again.<br />
Is the season of giving approaching?<br />
Turn that haggard old puss into<br />
a Winter Wonderland of snow! Shape<br />
your untamed bush into a frocked<br />
Christmas tree, staging your nauseating<br />
snatch as a present that he can’t<br />
wait to open. For more festive delight,<br />
try hiding a candy cane or two up there.<br />
Men, tattoos are sex magnets.<br />
So why not double your potential<br />
manly appeal with a classy cock tattoo?<br />
Try getting a tattoo of a less horrifying<br />
penis on top of yours, using<br />
the power of optical illusion to convince<br />
your gal that your wang is less<br />
sickening than previously assumed.<br />
Let’s be honest, the meat curtains<br />
probably aren’t the prime cuts they<br />
By Mitch Small<br />
used to be. College will do that to a gal.<br />
Remind your man of the “bacon sandwich”<br />
he fell in love with by slathering<br />
your vag with BBQ sauce, the manliest<br />
of all condiments. For good measure,<br />
stock up down there with a few brewskis<br />
and a DVD of the best of WWE.<br />
Fear. Nothing earns respect<br />
and admiration like fear. What’s<br />
something everyone is afraid<br />
of? Goddamn bears. Yeah, hide<br />
a few of those fuckers down<br />
there. That’ll do the trick.<br />
Here’s a hint just for the ladies:<br />
Have a penis. When your<br />
man goes downtown, he’ll be<br />
too shocked when he is confronted<br />
with a raging hard-on<br />
to notice that stanky old puss<br />
next door. You’re welcome.<br />
If you’ve tried everything<br />
and your lovers continue to<br />
vomit upon seeing your revolting<br />
junk, you might have to cut<br />
your losses and rely on your<br />
personality. But don’t fret! As I<br />
always say, for each insecurity<br />
you have about your atrocious<br />
crotch, there exists porn devoted<br />
solely to that feature, and thousands<br />
of people pay good money to see it.<br />
Ben Dover is the publisher of the <strong>Oregon</strong><br />
<strong>Commentator</strong>, and named his<br />
member “The Grizzler.”<br />
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SHow me yours<br />
Anonymous Sex Stories<br />
It was the fourth of July, so you know what that means: full of Tequila and sunburnt<br />
from falling asleep on a tiny innertube on the river, I was DTF. I had just consumed<br />
about ten drumsticks in my ex-lover’s backyard during a screening of Independence Day.<br />
Will Smith was killing aliens, and boy, was I WET. I excused myself to “freshen up in the<br />
ladies’ room” and nudged the dude I used to fuck oh-so-subtlety as I walked back to<br />
the house. After helping myself to a few more drumsticks in the kitchen, my ex-flame<br />
and I proceeded to fuck--bareback--in his bathroom, the sounds of Independence Day<br />
blasting at us through the open window. No doubt everyone watching the film could see<br />
us. If memory serves me right, I may have been holding a drumstick during the entire<br />
act of love. I ate a couple more drumsticks in the kitchen, then casually went back<br />
outside on the lawn just in time to hear Bill Pullman’s famous speech about aliens and<br />
whatnot. God Bless America.<br />
-Katherine Chalmers III<br />
1. Once I had sex with a guy while he was wearing a Billy Madison Outfit. We got walked<br />
in on while he was fucking me against the wall, and instead of screaming, I barrellrolled<br />
onto the ground, fully naked, thinking that if i was on the ground nobody would<br />
notice that I was butt-ass naked living out a billy madison fantasy. That’s normal,<br />
right?<br />
2. I used to masturbate to this guy in high school who was really mean to me once. I<br />
don’t know what that means, but don’t worry about it.<br />
3. I had sex with a guy whose name i don’t know. I called him lavender.<br />
-Anya Neeze<br />
One time after drunk sex I passed out like any respectable<br />
lady would, and my boyfriend tried to wake me up by touching my<br />
crotch. Relying solely on my reflexes, I karate-chopped him away.<br />
When I woke up and realized what was happening, I got mad and<br />
made him go buy me diet coke and cigarettes. He got a flat tire on<br />
the way home and had to walk all the way back. Sucka.<br />
-Trish McNipz<br />
My boyfriend and I were in a long-distance relationship after high school, so obviously<br />
when I saw him over thanksgiving weekend, I was desperate for some nookie. We ended up<br />
at a hotel, in what we fondly dubbed the “Bruce Wayne room”, as it was decorated with<br />
multiple pictures of the caped crusader. Now, apparently some crazy bullshit happened<br />
with my vagina over the fall because, for lack of a nicer way to put it, sex hurt like<br />
hell at first. Turns out some malevolent trickster god regrew my cherry, because<br />
the next morning my boyfriend and i awoke to what looked like a murder scene in our<br />
bed. (for which i caught my boyfriend red-handed in the worst possible way.)<br />
Long story short, we made a mad dash out of the place before housekeeping could<br />
catch Us, and Batman may or may not be on the case.<br />
- Horrified in Wy”ho”ming<br />
16
ill show you mine<br />
1.I had sex with a guy once who literally, not metaphorically, came in ten<br />
seconds. within moments of entering me, he yelled, “I came!”. I never saw<br />
him again, except for one time in rennie’s when he told me I didn’t know<br />
what I was missing. Also he stole my earrings. Fuck that guy.<br />
2. One time while drunk, my boyfriend and I drove his car one block away<br />
from his house, where a party was happening, and then had sex in his car.<br />
After that was over, he ran into a 7/11 to grab a beer, and I finished myself<br />
off in the car. Match made in heaven.<br />
-Kimmy hed<br />
I fucked a dude named Randy next to the railroad<br />
tracks. A train went by at one point and I saw my<br />
life flash before my eyes. I also found a squished<br />
penny.<br />
-Trish McNipz<br />
This occurred at one of those random high school parties, where there were cool<br />
upperclassmen and I was still young and stupid enough to want to be cool. One of<br />
the man-gorgeous water polo players, Nick, was eyeing me and before I knew it, we<br />
were in his mom’s bedroom with the door locked and my shirt off. Things were looking<br />
up for my self-esteem, as well as the party in his pants, except for one minor<br />
detail: he had a MAJOR lisp. Every time he tried to say my name (or anything, really)<br />
he sounded like an impaired eight-year-old. And in my drunken stupor, his speech impediment<br />
was more than just that; it seemed like an actual handicap. To the extent<br />
that, fifteen minutes later, I stumbled down the hall and started sobbing uncontrollably<br />
to my friend.<br />
“What happened?! Dude--”<br />
“N-no, I….I think I just hooked up with someone handicapped. Kat, I hooked up with<br />
someone who is ACTUALLY retarded. And it wasn’t out of charity, I just d-didn’t<br />
know. I FEEL LIKE A TERRIBLE PERSON.”<br />
I spent the rest of the night re-assessing my morals, my life, and wondering how I<br />
had gone from Point A to Retard Rapist in a matter of minutes. At school on Monday,<br />
I confirmed the fact that he did in fact have a lisp…but it still couldn’t undo the<br />
shame I had already experienced.<br />
-LE Shiznit<br />
When I turned 15 I gave my first blowjob. I decided that bjs weren’t for me because: 1)<br />
I’m lazy, 2) for those of you who don’t already know, giving head is a tedious and grueling<br />
process, and in order to finish the job one has to put forth extensive amounts of<br />
energy, 3) I wasn’t very good at it, and if I fail at anything the first time, I give up. I’m<br />
an Aries, I can’t help it. After hours of contemplation, I had an epiphany: Fuck sucking<br />
dick! Why give dome when you can just have sex and make the boyz do all the work? Since<br />
then I have maintained my conviction to only perform fellatio in dire situations. Sorry<br />
fellas.<br />
-Trish McNipz<br />
Can I just say that halting mid-coitus to have an inadvertant staring<br />
contest with your roommate’s cat, who has been watching your “activities”<br />
for god knows how long, is kind of a turn off?<br />
- Kat O. nein<br />
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First Timer<br />
A STRIPCLUB<br />
NOVICE<br />
TELLS<br />
ALL<br />
“At least I could smell her lipgloss...”<br />
So I suppose my night started<br />
with me arguing with my<br />
roommate. Californians, as you know,<br />
have this preconceived belief that, if<br />
it’s not legal in California, it certainly<br />
isn’t legal in <strong>Oregon</strong>. I was looking<br />
at strip clubs and I came across an<br />
establishment called the Silver Dollar<br />
which served both liquor and full<br />
nudity. Upon sharing this news I was<br />
met with skepticism and disbelief. The<br />
Californians were full of comments<br />
like, “That’s fucking bullshit-- strip<br />
clubs in California can’t have full<br />
nudity and serve liquor!” and “There is<br />
no way the girls are going to be hot.”<br />
Well I politely reminded my roommate<br />
that this wasn’t California (he ignored<br />
me) and that we should check it out.<br />
To start off, we knew that we<br />
were going to drink too much so we<br />
took the bus to West 11th. Stepping<br />
inside, I was full of great expectations,<br />
but I could never have anticipated the<br />
smoking-hot reality. The servers and<br />
dancers alike were fucking bangin’.<br />
Everyone was telling me how ugly<br />
these girls were going to be but I<br />
couldn’t believe how wrong they were.<br />
We were greeted by a stunning blonde<br />
on stage that couldn’t have been older<br />
then 18. She was not dancing at the<br />
moment, but giggling and talking to<br />
the various men sitting adjacent to her<br />
with their mouths hanging open. It was<br />
obvious she was highly acclaimed in the<br />
stripping community because she was<br />
just sitting there looking cute, giggling<br />
and throwing money into the air.<br />
The Silver Dollar has three stages.<br />
One stage is close to the door, another<br />
at the far corner and the main stage as<br />
the centerpiece to hold it all together.<br />
The room was dark and cheap and<br />
the music was corny. We made our<br />
way to the main stage, sat down, and<br />
I stared at disbelief at the circus that<br />
was a strip club. Now, this being my<br />
first time, I can not convey how I felt-<br />
-let’s just put it as somewhere between<br />
mixed emotions and the beginnings of<br />
a raging boner. The venue didn’t smell<br />
remotely like any sort of body fluid<br />
and there were a number of women<br />
looking me in the eye, waving their<br />
vaginas around and smiling. I’m not<br />
saying I don’t have a lot of sex, but<br />
the sexualized energy was making<br />
the hairs on my neck and scrotum<br />
stand on end. Being an experienced<br />
people-watcher, I found where I<br />
wanted to be for the next three hours,<br />
bought a beer, and did what I do best.<br />
Unfortunately, the rose tint of<br />
the place quickly started to wear off.<br />
The floor so discolored with shit,<br />
spit, and dirt that I couldn’t guess<br />
its original color. The servers (all<br />
probably ex-strippers) were surly and<br />
obviously pissed off that they were<br />
there. Imagine chopping onions or<br />
lettuce in the kitchen of a strip club...<br />
I learned a couple of things that<br />
night. The first was that plastic high<br />
heels must be the single most ugly thing<br />
a woman can wear. Second, the best<br />
dancers are not always the best looking.<br />
All of the dancers were entertaining,<br />
but there were three that stood out. The<br />
first was a girl that was a little chunky<br />
(although there are many that would<br />
describe her physique as curvy). The<br />
second was on the older side; she<br />
was still beautiful but a little wrinkly.<br />
The reason I remember these two was<br />
because I had never seen someone enjoy<br />
anything as much as these two girls.<br />
Miss Chunky was laying on the stage,<br />
waving her legs with her eyes closed<br />
18
Nose Candy<br />
and a secretive pleasure plastered all<br />
over her face. The wrinkly lady had<br />
her butt against the pole and her chest<br />
thrust out towards the audience (not<br />
fully nude). The way she swayed<br />
with her closed eyes to the music was<br />
mesmerizing. I wish I had half as much<br />
passion towards anything as these<br />
ladies showed toward their audience.<br />
However, my favorite dancer was<br />
the third, this emo sort of girl that wore<br />
a very short, skin tight dress with no<br />
panties. She had a very dark personality<br />
(I could tell--people watcher) and I had<br />
a strong sense that she was only in this<br />
for the money and in a hurry to leave.<br />
One of my salivating roommates was<br />
also flagrantly gob-smacked by this<br />
woman and I was pissed that he got<br />
more attention from her then me. She<br />
did this thing where she put a dollar bill<br />
on my roommates face and made him<br />
turn around and bend over backwards.<br />
With my friend almost laying on the<br />
stage, she twisted around on all fours,<br />
holding her vagina over his face, and<br />
banged her puss against his forehead,<br />
removing the dollar. For me, she did<br />
something where she folded a bill into a<br />
really small rectangle, commanded me<br />
to bite down on it and sort of grabbed the<br />
money from my mouth with hers. Her<br />
dirty money mouth-grab was probably<br />
more sanitary then a pussy-slap to the<br />
forehead, but not as impressive. At<br />
least I could smell her lip gloss on me.<br />
The best part of the night though<br />
was definitely stumbling out of the<br />
strip club and calling DDS to pick us<br />
up. Because if there’s anything better<br />
than watching naked girls prance<br />
around on stage, it’s having a prepaid<br />
taxi come pick you up afterwards.<br />
Jack Mehoffe is a contributor to the<br />
<strong>Oregon</strong> <strong>Commentator</strong> and likes chopping<br />
onions in most places.<br />
True Life: I Was a<br />
Coke Princess<br />
The title really says it all, doesn’t it? You<br />
may be disappointed to find out, then,<br />
that I wasn’t technically a coke princess,<br />
but…hey—don’t—where you goin’? This<br />
article will still be full of thrills, chills, and<br />
nip slips, don’t you worry! And coke. If<br />
you read this article I will give you coke.<br />
My adventure began in the<br />
glorious time known as Eugene Summer.<br />
No one is around, you’re working some shit<br />
job in town, and NO ONE IS AROUND.<br />
It’s a blessing and a curse. On the one<br />
hand, you don’t have to hear drunk people<br />
screaming, “S’COOOO DUCKS” at 3am<br />
on a Tuesday night. On the other hand, all<br />
of your friends are gone and all you can<br />
do is drink. I mean, you do that normally<br />
anyway, but c’mon. It’s, like, summer<br />
drinking. It doesn’t count as alcoholism.<br />
Where were we? Ah, Eugene<br />
Summer. Yes. With a smaller social circle<br />
at my disposal, I started hanging out with<br />
awesome people I usually wouldn’t have<br />
spent so much time with. Except I was<br />
drunk most of the time so maybe they<br />
weren’t awesome, I’m not quite sure. The<br />
point is, I was hanging out with an older,<br />
more sophisticated, and certainly drunker<br />
crowd than I was used to. One of these<br />
friends knew a man—let’s call him Big<br />
Poppa, because let’s face it, I’m not very<br />
imaginative—who was a well-known coke<br />
dealer. If that just isn’t Eugene in a fucking<br />
nutshell, I don’t know what is. Unless<br />
you saw, like, a homeless person riding a<br />
tandem bike by himself while stirring a jar<br />
of organic peanut butter. He was a wellknown<br />
coke dealer. Do the cops know<br />
about him? Are they all fwiends? Or is<br />
it like some kind of corrupt cop situation<br />
where everyone is just doing blow in<br />
exchange for—<br />
Sorry. Back to the story. My<br />
friend introduced Big Poppa and I, and he<br />
was pleasant enough—pretty nice, even.<br />
It just goes to show that sometimes you<br />
shouldn’t prematurely judge narcotics<br />
dealers. Well, the next evening at the<br />
bars—because let’s face it, during Eugene<br />
Summer you’re never not at the bars—my<br />
friend had an interesting tidbit of info for me.<br />
“Big Poppa thinks you’re pretty<br />
attractive,” he dished.<br />
I was hardly surprised, seeing as<br />
Rolling Stone was ranked me #2 on their<br />
List of Hottest Coeds But I Thought We<br />
Were a Music Publication?!, right after<br />
The Girl Who Wears Bright Red Lipstick<br />
to Parties and Also You Can Totally<br />
See Her Bra Through Her Shirt in Class<br />
Sometimes. But I was gonna play it cool<br />
on this one. After all, there could be free<br />
coke involved! And sex, too. That’s what I<br />
was DEFINITELY more interested in. Yes.<br />
“Sex.”<br />
“What does that even mean?” I<br />
scoffed, with the prowess of a super-hotyet-super-bitchy<br />
chick. “He wants to fuck<br />
me or something?”<br />
But my friend didn’t need to<br />
explain. What happened over the next couple<br />
weeks answered all the questions I had. Big<br />
Poppa would make loving comments about<br />
my “fine ass” or my “sexy brain,” (maybe<br />
I made that last part up) while keeping me<br />
supplied with drinks. While tipsy—okay,<br />
blackout drunk—I would fantasize about<br />
being chained to his bedside in a gold<br />
bikini, a sort of Jabba the Hut/Princess Leia<br />
sex thing if you will, but instead of a rancor<br />
pit there’d be a pit full of sweet, sweet<br />
nose candy. And damn it if that doesn’t<br />
get me hard. Get my vagina hard, that is.<br />
And then, just like that, the<br />
summer ended. I still went downtown,<br />
because yeah, so what, I have a drinking<br />
problem (oh god, please help me, I really,<br />
REALLY have a drinking problem), yet<br />
I didn’t see Big Poppa anywhere. It was<br />
as though he vanished with the summer<br />
wind, as someone might say if they were<br />
writing a shitty pop song. My dreams of<br />
being a coke princess dissipated, the way<br />
a line of coke might transport itself into<br />
your nose with one long, sensual sniff. But<br />
don’t worry, friends. There’s<br />
always next summer.<br />
Katherine Chalmers III is a contributor<br />
to the <strong>Oregon</strong> <strong>Commentator</strong> and does<br />
have one sexy noggin.<br />
19
Barriers<br />
Te Gusta...<br />
uh, Sexo?<br />
Have you ever tried to explain to<br />
someone that they couldn’t finger<br />
you on a couch at the Campbell Club<br />
because you were on your period when<br />
that person didn’t speak the same<br />
language as you? And also you were<br />
drunk?<br />
But I’m getting ahead of<br />
myself. As many know, I, Katherine<br />
Chalmers the Third, am a sexual<br />
fiend. I like to get down in Sex Town,<br />
population: My Vagina, although<br />
my flirtation with the man I’ll call<br />
the “Amante” started out innocently<br />
enough. I frequented the café he<br />
worked at, often “accidentally”<br />
dropping my books in front of him<br />
with a shy smile, or letting my bra “fall<br />
off” at my table while I watched him<br />
work.<br />
One sultry evening, my<br />
dreams of finally getting to yell<br />
Spanish obscenities in bed came to<br />
fruition. Er, almost. I was on my<br />
Adventures in Amor With A Dude Who<br />
Really, Really Didn’t Speak English So Well<br />
period (which is definitely a precursor<br />
to having stories end well) and in the<br />
mood to dance. What better place<br />
to dance than the Campbell Club? I<br />
thought to myself, putting down my<br />
second bottle of wine for the evening<br />
and slipping into whatever it is that<br />
girls wear to parties. Arriving at the<br />
‘Club, my wino’s breath filling the<br />
air with an anticipatory scent, I could<br />
tell the Amante was near. My coochie<br />
hummed with anticipation.<br />
As soon as I hit the dance floor,<br />
I felt the presence of arms around my<br />
waist. A normal occurrence, as I’m<br />
pretty much hot as shit, but oh did my<br />
vag give a lil’ clench when I turned<br />
‘round and saw that the mysterious<br />
man dancing with me was none other<br />
than the Amante. He smiled at me in<br />
that smoldering way of his, I think, and<br />
we talked a bit, maybe. Anyway, it was<br />
magical. The natural temperature of<br />
the Campbell Club being 97 degrees,<br />
and the heat aggravated by the<br />
hundred or so sweating bodies tripping<br />
on MDMA (guilty as charged!), we<br />
headed outside to cool down.<br />
I knew the Amante was not<br />
American, and was delighted at the<br />
opportunity to use my Spanish skills on<br />
someone I actually had the possibility<br />
of banging—unlike speaking with my<br />
Spanish professors/classmates, who I<br />
also very much wanted to bang. (All<br />
of them, I mean. The professors and<br />
all my classmates. I told you I was<br />
a whore earlier, remember?) Anyway,<br />
we talked as deeply as two people<br />
could when they don’t have a real<br />
understanding of each other’s first<br />
language. I asked him enlightening<br />
questions such as, how old are you?<br />
and how long have you been in the<br />
United States? It was like something<br />
out of a movie. A romantic, sexy<br />
movie where people put their mouths<br />
on other people’s mouths.<br />
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TMI<br />
“Based on a True Story” By Mary Magdalene<br />
After our deep discussion,<br />
we went back inside. And when I<br />
say “inside” I really mean “upstairs<br />
to that part of the house where there<br />
are couches you can get fingered on.”<br />
We kissed passionately, as lovers<br />
do. He whispered things in my ear<br />
and I caught one or two words of<br />
the phrases, sometimes, so I kind of<br />
understood that he wanted to have sex<br />
with me. The fact that he was trying<br />
to pull my tights down was also a<br />
good clue.<br />
And I was game to tener<br />
sexo. Oh, was I game. There’s<br />
nothing I love more than a bit of<br />
public sex, believe you me. Yet as<br />
he rolled down my tights, I felt the<br />
need to say something. After all, it’s<br />
a bit surprising when you go upstairs<br />
to finger a girl and it turns out she’s<br />
on her period, amirite?! So I started<br />
to explain, in my best Spanish, the<br />
Situation.<br />
“Yo soy…” Oh, shit. What’s<br />
the word for gushing-blood-out-ofmy-lady-hole?<br />
“Uh…” I tried again.<br />
Amante looked confused, and pulled<br />
his hand away.<br />
“Yo soy…es el tiempo. El<br />
tiempo? Sabes?” His eyes grew<br />
wide. I had tried to say, “It’s my time.<br />
You know?” It’s a slightly unclear<br />
euphemism even in English, but<br />
judging by the fear I saw in his eyes it<br />
seemed he knew exactly what I meant.<br />
“Ohhhh!” he cried, backing<br />
away from me.<br />
“Si,” I responded sadly. It<br />
was comforting, in a way, to know that<br />
men of all backgrounds and ethnicities<br />
would never be cool with gettin’ inside<br />
a vagina that makes the scene in The<br />
Shining where all the blood is coming<br />
out of the elevators look like kid stuff.<br />
He paused for a moment,<br />
then moved his hand back toward my<br />
vagina much like a goldfish that has<br />
forgotten it has been fed, but instead of<br />
those gross little dry flakes of fish food<br />
it had been fed a vagina or something.<br />
“Sangre!” I reminded him,<br />
and once again his eyes grew wide.<br />
“Si, si,” he said, sadder this<br />
time, as though he hoped my period<br />
had disappeared momentarily, and was<br />
dismayed it had not. We returned to<br />
the dance floor, disheartened at my<br />
lady situation and the lack of gettingfingered-on-couches.<br />
The night ended<br />
soon after, Amante and I parting ways,<br />
never to see each other again.<br />
Just kidding. The next<br />
weekend we met up and fucked, and<br />
it was okay. Look, I’m not good at<br />
conclusions. …The End.<br />
Katherine Chalmers III is a contributor<br />
to the <strong>Oregon</strong> <strong>Commentator</strong> and<br />
hasn’t missed a Spanish class since.<br />
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COsFaux<br />
30 Things to Do with a<br />
Naked Man!<br />
By Tony Darsy<br />
In the spirit of all things sexually explicit-<br />
-this is, after all, college and thus the<br />
time to fuck off on class work and really<br />
give the big middle finger to what your<br />
parents and sex-ed teachers always said<br />
about sex--we here at The <strong>Commentator</strong><br />
present to you the following Thirty<br />
Tips for making the most out of your<br />
impending Craigslist and/or Taylor’s<br />
Blind Date. It’s cool, we’ve all been<br />
there and know the perils of these<br />
waters. Trust us, these tips are tried<br />
and true by us here at The <strong>Commentator</strong>.<br />
We wouldn’t lead you astray, would we?<br />
1. Sneak up behind him<br />
Ask if the rag smells like<br />
chloroform.<br />
2. Get naked too<br />
Lord knows the men you’re finding<br />
at the bars around here have never<br />
seen tits before.<br />
3. Let him be an animal<br />
Get some cat ears and a tail<br />
and have him prance around<br />
your bedroom. Take pictures for<br />
posterity’s sake.<br />
4. Break out the blindfold<br />
Take him to the woods. Release.<br />
5. Climb on top<br />
Do so while speaking Latin in the<br />
deepest voice you can manage. If<br />
he’s not terrified by the time you’ve<br />
reached the second verse, you’re<br />
doing it wrong.<br />
6. Take a sensual shower<br />
Golden is preferred.<br />
7. Find his g-spot<br />
Stick a finger up his butt.<br />
8. Give his dick an Indian Rugburn<br />
It’s the closest he’ll get to a real<br />
handjob.<br />
9. Give him a new number<br />
All those guys off<br />
Craigslist have to be good<br />
for something.<br />
10. Find a new favorite spot<br />
Like on top of a running car in a<br />
garage. The carbon monoxide is a<br />
huge turn on.<br />
11. Massage his backside<br />
See #7<br />
12. Turn him into a buffet<br />
Share him with your roommates.<br />
Don’t tell them what’s in the<br />
buffet.<br />
13. Boss him around<br />
It’s so much different from the rest<br />
of the time!<br />
14. Give him a peep show<br />
He doesn’t get enough of that on<br />
the internet during class.<br />
15. Make him beg<br />
Put on some high heels and dig<br />
into his scrotum until he passes<br />
out.<br />
16. When you’re finished blowing him,<br />
whisper in his ear “Well done,<br />
Draco”<br />
Trust us, it works.<br />
17. Make him long for your lips<br />
The ducky-er, the better. Also,<br />
remember to shave.<br />
18. Play no-hands nookie<br />
If he touches you, threaten to cut<br />
his hands off. If he touches you<br />
again, do it.<br />
19. Taunt him<br />
Remind him what it was like<br />
to be a fat ten-year-old on the<br />
playground. Call him a ginger.<br />
Kick him while he’s down.<br />
20. Turn into a snake and fondle his<br />
eardrum<br />
Men love long tongues. Why do<br />
you think they listen to KISS?<br />
21. Get dirty with him in the tub<br />
After sex, steal his kidney and<br />
leave him in an ice bath.<br />
22. Tie him up<br />
Put him in your trunk. Dispose of<br />
the body.<br />
23. Imply that he’s a stud<br />
We all know he isn’t.<br />
24. Cockblock like no tomorrow<br />
Nobody gets in these panties<br />
without a wedding ring or three<br />
shots of tequila!<br />
25. Seduce him<br />
Get drunk and make out with your<br />
best friend at a frat party.<br />
26. Toy with him<br />
Whip out a vibrator and use it on<br />
yourself. Lord knows men don’t<br />
know what to do with vaginas and<br />
shouldn’t be allowed anywhere<br />
near them.<br />
27. Rev him up for round two<br />
It won’t work, but you can try.<br />
28. Let him climb on top<br />
If he can scale your Himalayas, he<br />
can stick it in you.<br />
29. Play rough<br />
Slap him around and make him<br />
your bitch. Make him call you<br />
Daddy Knight.<br />
30. Make it a quickie<br />
After all, he should be gay after all<br />
these tips!<br />
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dress up<br />
Tell me, what’s your<br />
Fantasy?<br />
By Anita P. Nisse<br />
We’re all in college, and while we all might dabble in light<br />
S&M or edible underwear (right?) most of us don’t have<br />
the need to spice up our sex lives, yet. Someday we’re going to<br />
look over at our partner, then down at our beer belly, and feel a<br />
wave of depression and lack of arousal. When that day comes,<br />
I want every one of you special readers to have a repertoire of<br />
role-playing fantasies in your back pocket.<br />
“But Anita,” you might say, “How will I know which ones<br />
are the sexiest?” Well, dear reader, that is why I’m here: to take<br />
all the different fantasies for a spin and tell you which ones are<br />
sexy spicy and which ones are hot-sauce-in-your-vag spicy.<br />
Doctor/Nurse-Patient<br />
This fantasy has been exploited by slutty college girls for<br />
what I can only assume to be centuries. Look around any<br />
Halloween, and you’ll see dozens of sexy nurses (last year<br />
I saw a medical marijuana nurse) all waiting for some frat<br />
guy to jizz on their boobs. Since this fantasy is so popular,<br />
it was obviously the first one I wanted to try.<br />
Unfortunately, since I am not a doctor, nor very good at<br />
being sexy, it went something like this:<br />
Boyfriend: Nurse, there’s something wrong with my leg…<br />
could you look at it?<br />
Me: Oh…it looks infected…<br />
Boyfriend: Really? Well maybe a massage would help…?<br />
Me: I don’t know…it looks like gangrene. We should<br />
probably amputate it.<br />
BAM! Mood killed. Note to all you readers: when<br />
exploring the Nurse/Patient fantasy, stay away from sexy<br />
amputation talk, because it turns out that it’s actually not all<br />
that sexy.<br />
Verdict: Lots of potential, just make sure your sexy-lingo<br />
is primed and ready to go.<br />
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Teacher/Librarian-Student<br />
This one is another classic, often featured in<br />
magazines such as Playboy or Hustler, and<br />
frequently showing up on my StumbleUpon. Things<br />
were going pretty smooth when I tried it; I busted<br />
out my glasses and ruler (for a good sexy whipping)<br />
and the sexy talk was going well…<br />
Me: Boyfriend, could you stay after class?<br />
We need to discuss something.<br />
Boyfriend: Sure Miss Anita.<br />
Me: You’ve been very naughty, you haven’t finished<br />
your homework assignment from last week, and<br />
you’re going to have to stay after for some one-onone<br />
tutoring…<br />
Boyfriend: Shit, you just reminded me, I need to<br />
finish my homework for Grammar!<br />
Can we do this later?<br />
Verdict: I’d be wary of doing this scenario in<br />
college, as it might hit a little too close to home, but<br />
I imagine it’d be much sexier when neither party<br />
actually has homework or classes.<br />
Barista-Customer<br />
I was really looking forward to trying this one. Who<br />
hasn’t had a crush on some mysterious barista at one<br />
point or another (or been to Roma for that matter)? I<br />
even thought it would be appropriate to break out the<br />
chocolate syrup, considering my drink of choice is a<br />
soy mocha.<br />
Boyfriend: Hello, pretty customer, shall I make the<br />
usual?<br />
Me: Boyfriend, they never say “Hello.” They only say<br />
“Hola!” Christ.<br />
Boyfriend: Oh, sorry. Hola, the usual?<br />
Me: Can you speak with a Spanish accent?<br />
Verdict: This fantasy might be a little too specific to<br />
be really effective. It had a lot of potential, but I was<br />
the one who ended up dissatisfied when my boyfriend<br />
couldn’t quite affect the dialect of a person who<br />
pretends to only speak Spanish (I’m talking to you,<br />
Miguel. I know you know English much better than<br />
you let on).<br />
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Stranger-Stranger<br />
I did my research for this article in the<br />
Buzz, so I was a little embarrassed but<br />
also intrigued by the things I discovered.<br />
According to AskMen.com, this is the #7<br />
most popular fantasy women have, so I<br />
decided to give it a whirl. I thought my<br />
bedroom might be a dumb setting for<br />
stranger-stranger sex, so we decided to<br />
fake-meet at the library. Bad call number<br />
one.<br />
Boyfriend: Hi, is anyone sitting here?<br />
Me: No, be my guest. (sexy wink here)<br />
Boyfriend: What’s your name?<br />
Me: Princess Laticia. (Dirty looks from<br />
everyone around us here) What’s yours?<br />
Boyfriend: Ernest Barnaby Smith III. (Stifled laughter<br />
here)<br />
Me: Oh, what a great name…(more dirty looks)<br />
Boyfriend: Yeah, Anita, can we leave? I think we’re being<br />
too loud . . .<br />
Verdict: If you’re going to play this one out, make sure you<br />
do it somewhere you’re allowed to talk.<br />
Forced Sex<br />
Around this point was when I started to<br />
doubt the AskMen survey, because it said that<br />
this was #3 on a list among two other kinds<br />
of domination. They did explain, however,<br />
that this fantasy is popular because it allows<br />
women to be raunchier without facing guilt.<br />
So, I guess that’s a plus? If you feel guilt for<br />
having sex, maybe you should reconsider<br />
the whole situation in general. Either way, I<br />
decided to try it.<br />
Unfortunately, my boyfriend is slightly<br />
more submissive. Every time he got<br />
into it, he just apologized or said, “am I<br />
hurting you?” To say it detracted from the<br />
experience would be an understatement,<br />
and I don’t feel fully qualified to comment<br />
on it, because it didn’t really happen.<br />
Verdict: Make sure you and your partner<br />
both know what you’re getting into, and<br />
have a safe word or something?<br />
Anita P. Nisse is a contributor to the<br />
<strong>Oregon</strong> <strong>Commentator</strong> and likes the<br />
strawberry-flavored ones.<br />
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LEts get it on<br />
B J<br />
CHIMEONNAISE’S<br />
ONER<br />
AMZ<br />
James Brown<br />
If you’ve got the confidence, start off<br />
your session with some Soul Brother<br />
Number One! Play some “Sex Machine”<br />
and then proceed to shake your<br />
moneymaker.<br />
A good playlist can transform an awkward make-out session into a steamy<br />
Hollywood sex scene. Play this list from beginning to end. You can thank<br />
me later.<br />
circumstances. You must play it all<br />
the way through, uninterrupted; you<br />
must have black lights; you must<br />
climax right at the last second of<br />
“Eclipse”; and you must be very, very,<br />
very, very high! Obviously.<br />
Amy Winehouse<br />
“Valerie,” “Me & Mr Jones,” “Back<br />
to Black.” (If you can find the nonlive<br />
version. Hearing the live audience<br />
while doing the deed kind of<br />
creeps me out.)<br />
Tribe Called Quest<br />
Specifically Low End Theory. Really,<br />
this whole album is good to bone to.<br />
It has the perfect blend of slow R&B<br />
bass lines and faster hip-hop beats,<br />
making for a thoroughly enjoyable<br />
sex session.<br />
D’Angelo<br />
I asked my girlfriend which<br />
D’Angelo song was the sexiest and<br />
she said, “‘Untitled (How Does It<br />
Feel)’ is basically sex in a song.” The<br />
album cover (his rippling abs) is pretty<br />
sexy too, so might as well have it<br />
displayed on your laptop during your<br />
lovemaking. Personally, it helps my<br />
lady forget about the sweaty, clumsy<br />
oaf on top of her.<br />
Black Keys<br />
Don’t play that garbage album they<br />
just released. Either go Brothers or<br />
Blakroc. “On The Vista” is a pretty<br />
badass song.<br />
Pink Floyd<br />
Dark Side of the Moon. This takes a<br />
very special partner and very precise<br />
Lupe Fiasco<br />
“Kick Push” + “Sunshine” = Grade A<br />
Bone-Tracks<br />
The Roots<br />
Try banging to “Star on The Tipping<br />
Point.” ?uestlove will help you<br />
out with the rhythm of your pelvic<br />
thrusts.<br />
Warning: Avoid Seed 2.0! Sounds<br />
good, but nothing kills the mood<br />
faster than thinking about pregnancy.<br />
The Ramones<br />
I’ll be honest, this may just be a<br />
pipe dream of mine, but I think the<br />
repetitive, droning power chords of<br />
the Ramones would be perfect for the<br />
less graceful stages of sex (…if you<br />
know what I mean). Choose any song<br />
because it’s all the same shit. Besides,<br />
what else are you going to play for<br />
the ball slapping positions? Nine Inch<br />
Nails? What are you? Some kind of<br />
serial killer?<br />
Queens of the Stone Age<br />
“Make It Wit Chu.” Enough Said.<br />
Curtis Mayfield<br />
Great voice, great 70’s porn<br />
soundtrack feel. Check out “Give Me<br />
Your Love,” or Kanye’s “Touch The<br />
Sky,” which uses a Mayfield track.<br />
It’s a pretty good song! That being<br />
said, Kanye is a douche.<br />
Janelle Monáe<br />
I have a humungous little boy crush<br />
on Janelle. She is the female James<br />
Brown. Do yourself a favor and enter<br />
the bone-zone with “Faster,” or her hit<br />
“Tightrope.” “Oh Maker” is the best<br />
sex-track on this whole damn list!<br />
It’s like Marvin Gaye’s “Let’s Get It<br />
On” without the overt sexual implications.<br />
(I love the song, but nowadays<br />
it should switch its title to something<br />
even less subtle, like “We’s Gonna<br />
Fuck.”)<br />
Queen<br />
If all things went according to plan,<br />
you just gave your partner a glorious<br />
orgasm! Finish it off with “We Are<br />
the Champions.” You deserve it!<br />
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swordfIghting<br />
Ahh, True Bromance. It’s a<br />
beautiful thing. Right now,<br />
somewhere in America two men are<br />
hugging, loudly proclaiming their love<br />
for one another with that special enthusiasm<br />
only mass consumption of cheap<br />
beer can engender. The mutual appreciation<br />
carries on too long and reaches<br />
a crescendo when someone gets mistyeyed<br />
and says something grand, something<br />
like, “You are seriously so money,<br />
I’ve never met someone as money as<br />
you – I just want to be in your life right<br />
now bro, no homo.”<br />
Now that sounds like a great bromance.<br />
Of course, Newton’s third law of<br />
physics dictates that for every epic authentic<br />
bromance, there will be a false<br />
bromance of equal and opposite magnitude.<br />
The darkside of bromance can<br />
be--and often is--forced and potentially<br />
embarrassing for everyone involved,<br />
and simply must be avoided.<br />
A great bromance always comes<br />
from the heart, anyone who’s experienced<br />
one will testify. If I had a dime<br />
for every time I’ve been locked in a<br />
teary-eyed, beer-scented embrace, with<br />
my face buried in the sweaty shoulder<br />
or dripping wet beard of a man I loved,<br />
I’d have enough in dimes to get you<br />
and your two homies a round of Jager<br />
bombs at Taylor’s.<br />
But even the experienced falter,<br />
and I confess, here, in this article, that<br />
there have been times when I’ve used<br />
my man-love out of selfishness rather<br />
than compassion, for irony rather than<br />
sincerity, for evil rather than good.<br />
My most recent instance of misguided<br />
bromance took place at a popular<br />
bar in town. On this particular night<br />
I’d started drinking quite early to quell<br />
the sadness over a girl who’d only recently<br />
broken things off with me. The<br />
beer was working well, and there I was,<br />
at the happy zenith of Drunk, when<br />
the aforementioned ex-lady-friend appeared<br />
through the front window in the<br />
line outside. Our eyes locked. I felt the<br />
thrill of nervousness rapidly give way<br />
to a spirit of drunken recklessness, and<br />
hastily began pushing my way through<br />
the crowd.<br />
Outside, standing before her, it became<br />
apparent that this woman who<br />
I was so excited to see did not share<br />
my excitement, as she went shifty and<br />
turned what was supposed to be a jubilant<br />
conversation into a one-sided interrogation.<br />
I was feeling hopeful, despite<br />
whatever social challenges I faced. And<br />
the challenges kept coming. Soon we<br />
were joined by her new suitor, a smiley<br />
guy with a soft, Mediterranean sexiness,<br />
who evidently knew nothing of<br />
the history between me and the ex.<br />
She introduced us uncomfortably.<br />
We shook hands.<br />
“You are one fine looking dude,” I<br />
said to him, without releasing his hand.<br />
“You know that?”<br />
Now this, my friends, is one of<br />
the oldest technique in the book – the<br />
Hail Mary of drunken hook-up culture.<br />
You’ve seen it before, whether you<br />
recognized it or not. The guy with the<br />
desirable girl by his side shows up at<br />
the bar, and suddenly he’s got bros he<br />
never knew he had before. It’s a punk<br />
move, and it stinks of desperation, and<br />
as shitty as it is to admit, I was being<br />
That F***ing Guy.<br />
So the suitor shook off my compliment<br />
with a simple thanks (classy jerk)<br />
and glanced sideways at our mutual<br />
friend. I continued on my mission with<br />
no real flight plan, just a blind hope<br />
that recklessness would bring me some<br />
props from the universe. Though not<br />
necessarily in this order, each of the following<br />
statements was uttered at some<br />
point during my brief conversation with<br />
this guy:<br />
“I like your style dude.”<br />
“Man. Gay men must love you.”<br />
“Anyone ever tell you you look<br />
like Adrian Brody?”<br />
“From one good looking guy to another,<br />
you could be a model. No homo.”<br />
“I feel like we should kiss.”<br />
“You wanna kiss me right now?”<br />
“You’ve got a super regal nose, for<br />
real.”<br />
“See I’m from Arizona. We got a<br />
lot of hot dudes in Arizona, no homo.”<br />
“C’mon man, give me a kiss.<br />
Please. Right here. On the face.”<br />
And so on.<br />
If my intention was to play a game<br />
of homoerotic chicken, it failed miserably.<br />
The guy didn’t flinch. He was immune<br />
to my games – floated above it<br />
with graceful indifference. My former<br />
lady was jonesing to get the hell out of<br />
there, understandably. She left on the<br />
fly with the suitor, and I was left to consider<br />
how slutty I’d been, how debased<br />
my loyalty to Man Code now appeared<br />
to be. My God, I thought. What had I<br />
done? Whored my affections out to a<br />
guy who I not only did not love, but<br />
didn’t even like! I laughed it off over<br />
more drinks, until I was alone. Then<br />
came the tears.<br />
But don’t cry for me, men of Eugene.<br />
Learn from my mistake. If you<br />
know you’re not in love with that guy,<br />
don’t fake it. You’ll only end up hurting<br />
him or hurting yourself. I learned my<br />
lesson the hard way.<br />
Now. I’m saving all my love for the<br />
men who are loving me, (insert modifier<br />
disclaiming my gayness).<br />
Haywood Jablowmie is a contributor<br />
to <strong>Oregon</strong> <strong>Commentator</strong> and loves<br />
horses!<br />
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i second<br />
S.I.L.F.s:<br />
Rand Paul (R) Kentucky<br />
Turn Ons:<br />
He is the spawn of Ron Paul. Is that not enough in<br />
itself? Well if not, he’ll get you with his fervent, fiscal and<br />
governmental conservatism like he does me, goddamn! Paul’s<br />
first legislative proposal was to cut $500 billion from federal<br />
spending in one year. He’s been unremittingly stiff—about<br />
implementing a government spending ceiling, and he was<br />
strongly opposed to the bank and auto industry bailouts. Paul’s<br />
darkest, socioeconomic fantasy is the abolition of the Federal<br />
Reserve. A little radical, yes, but he’s reasonable in real life. He<br />
opposes inflation and supports his father’s bill that proposes to<br />
mandate an audit of the Reserve, simply seeking transparency<br />
and accountability. Here at The <strong>Oregon</strong> <strong>Commentator</strong><br />
we just love us some transparency and accountability. Let’s<br />
not forget that he’s a doctor on top of all of this—a practicing<br />
ophthalmologist who can tend to those bedroom eyes. Last<br />
but not least, he’s a family man. Paul regularly volunteers to<br />
coach teams for each of his three sons in Little League baseball,<br />
soccer, and basketball. Swoon.<br />
Minor Setbacks:<br />
He’s a little shy. Earlier this year, Paul went through a<br />
scanner and set off the alarm. He then refused the TSA of a fullbody<br />
pat down. Just so they wouldn’t lay a hand on him, Paul<br />
rebooked another flight and was rescreened without incident.<br />
Olympia Snowe (R) Maine<br />
Turn Ons:<br />
She’s a winner, literally— never having lost an election<br />
in 35 years as an elected official. She’s a fashion icon! Huffington<br />
Post Style blogged about her dapper suits. She’s also Greek, and<br />
if you’re into troubled childhoods, she’s got that Orphan Annie<br />
resilience: both her parents died, then the uncle she was sent to<br />
live with died too. But look at her now! She was the youngest<br />
Republican woman ever elected to the United States House of<br />
Representatives. Snowe was also the first woman to chair the<br />
Senate’s Seapower Subcommittee, which oversees the Navy<br />
and Marine Corps. Snowe is also the first Republican woman to<br />
secure a full-term seat on the Senate Finance Committee. The<br />
hottest thing about Snowe is that she’s a moderate Republican.<br />
For example, she’s pro-choice! She was named one of Time<br />
Magazine’s top 10 senators in 2006. Time praised Snowe for her<br />
sensitivity to her constituents, also noting that: “Because of her<br />
centrist views and eagerness to get beyond partisan point scoring,<br />
Maine Republican Olympia Snowe is in the center of every policy<br />
debate in Washington.” Last but not least, she loves and knows<br />
her beer. Earlier this month, Snowe took the Senate floor and<br />
displayed an impressive knowledge of beermaking while praising<br />
Bull Jagger—a successful small business and microbrewery<br />
in Maine— that apparently greatly improved the state’s brew<br />
market. “While larger breweries all produce lagers, most microbreweries<br />
shy away from lagers because of the increased length<br />
of brewing time in comparison to ales,” she said. Damn, you tell<br />
em’ Olympia.<br />
Minor Setbacks:<br />
Honestly, none in sight.<br />
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that motion<br />
Senators I’d Like to Fuck<br />
by Betty Nailder<br />
Marco Rubio (R) Florida<br />
Turn Ons:<br />
Rubio is tolerable-looking… in this picture. He’s<br />
often mentioned as a likely Vice President nominee but he says<br />
he isn’t interested— so he likes to play hard to get. He’s exotic,<br />
actually born to two Cuban immigrants. Another thing: he’s<br />
my father’s favorite senator, because—and I quote— “He is<br />
a young, rising, conservative minority. The right wing needs<br />
more minorities.” I know, my dad is obviously a very insightful<br />
man. Also, I like the way that Rubio is playin’ this GOP primary:<br />
He has vowed to stay neutral and not endorse any candidate.<br />
He hasn’t cut them any slack either. I’m going to quote a Fox<br />
News Latino headline here. It reads, “Rubio calls for GOP to<br />
Chill on Immigration rhetoric.” So he’s sensitive. Lastly, Rubio<br />
maintains a relatively readable Twitter account (@marcorubio),<br />
which let me assure you, is uncommon amongst politicians.<br />
Minor Setbacks:<br />
First of all, he ain’t rich. In fact, he’s deep in debt.<br />
He’s among the poorest members the Senate — worth<br />
between $75,987 and $834,998. If it’s $834,998 though, I can<br />
probably work with that. And believe me when I say I don’t<br />
keep up on any Tea Party politics, but apparently, Rubio’s<br />
their “crown prince.” If this is true, that will be a dealbreaker<br />
at the least. He’s also quite the social conservative. Rubio,<br />
a Catholic, attacked President Obama’s recent ruling that<br />
religiously-affiliated employers must cover the cost of their<br />
employees’ birth control, calling it a violation of the First<br />
Amendment. Oh and he has four children with a former<br />
Miami Dolphins cheerleader. Yeah, he’s one of those.<br />
Daniel Inouye (D) Hawaii<br />
Turn Ons:<br />
Revered as “one of the most respected men on Senate,”<br />
and called the “Rock of Gibralter” to suggest his invincibility,<br />
Inouye, at the ripe age of 87 years old, is alive and pimpin’.<br />
(No, for real—his wife is 24 years younger than he is.) If he<br />
serves until June 29, 2014, he will become the longest serving<br />
Senator in history. He has already announced that he plans to run<br />
for a record tenth term in 2016, when he will be 92. Inouye is<br />
“President Pro Tempore” of the Senate, the senator who comes<br />
second only to the Vice President himself— and people are<br />
required to address him as “The Honorable.” Just imagine talking<br />
dirty to him. He dons the highest military decoration achievable<br />
and he’s got that decaying war veteran allure about him. Oh<br />
yeah, and he’s a bull of a man, a real fucking patriot. A captain in<br />
WWII, he led an assault on a heavily-defended ridge of German<br />
fortifications known as the Gothic Line, which represented the<br />
last and most dogged line of German defensive works in Italy.<br />
After having being shot, Inouye raised himself up and cocked<br />
his arm to throw his last grenade when a German fired a rifle<br />
grenade that struck him on the right elbow, severing his arm<br />
and leaving his own primed grenade reflexively “clenched in a<br />
fist that suddenly didn’t belong to me anymore”. Inouye pried<br />
the live grenade from his severed right hand, and then tossed<br />
the grenade into the enemy bunker, destroying it. He stumbled<br />
to his feet and continued forward, silencing the last German<br />
resistance with a one-handed burst from his Thompson before<br />
being wounded in the leg and tumbling unconscious to the bottom<br />
of the ridge. If that doesn’t turn you on, I don’t know what does.<br />
Minor Setbacks:<br />
He has no right arm and he walks with a cane. But you could<br />
work around that.<br />
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SPEW<br />
Spew...<br />
On Being A Fuckhead<br />
“HATE ALL U WANT BECUZ I GOT A GRAMMY Now! That’s the<br />
ultimate FUCK OFF!”<br />
- Chris Brown on his Twitter account, in response to outcry about his<br />
inclusion in the Grammys, the hate in question stemming from anger over<br />
his assault on Rihanna. Mister Brown seems to think that beating people<br />
up and being a general sadsack is fine as long you have a hunk of metal to<br />
show for your lack of talent.<br />
On the Right to Party<br />
“I personally hardly ever drink and I never binge drink or drink to get drunk.<br />
That doesn’t preclude me from being assaulted by any stretch of the imagination<br />
but it does cut my risk...Why voluntarily put yourself in a potentially<br />
dangerous situation?”<br />
- Marissa from the ODE’s Opinion section (“What You’re Saying , On the<br />
Web,” Feb. 20), who seems to fancy herself a model for the rest of us. To Miss<br />
M, the ladies of The <strong>Commentator</strong> staff have this to say: you can take our<br />
booze when you pry it from our cold, dead hands.<br />
“Ben and Katie ran on a pro-OSPIRG platform, and that’s one of the reasons I voted<br />
for them. Students also voted their support for funding OSPIRG. I already knew that<br />
Taylor had worked with OSPIRG — as did anyone who pays attention on campus.<br />
Rather than running trash pieces about people’s personal lives, I think that the ODE<br />
should seek to inform and empower students — just as Katie Taylor does every day.”<br />
-Diana Wildridge, “Coverage regarding Taylor misses bigger picture,” ODE, Jan<br />
25, simultaneously penning a love-letter to KT and failing to understand the meaning<br />
of “conflict of interest.”<br />
On Crushes<br />
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SPEW<br />
On Thinking before you speak<br />
“It is not just corporations, but capitalism itself that needs to be confronted.<br />
In other words: private ownership over the production and distribution of<br />
wealth. Whether the institution is large, medium, or small in size is only<br />
a matter of degree, but in principle they are all the same: they are private<br />
tyrannies that are completely unaccountable to those who serve under them<br />
and those outside the institution who are impacted by them.”<br />
- Thaddeus Achilles Griffin of the Student Insurgent (“Private Property,<br />
Government, and Anarchy,” Feb. 2012), in an article so inane and out of<br />
touch with reality that we are all dumber for having read it. According to<br />
Griffin, mom-and-pop corner stores are just a leech on society, and local<br />
business should not be trusted (mere sentences before decrying the fate of<br />
the working class). However, we’re happy to hear that the Insurgent doesn’t<br />
care for private ownership; The <strong>Commentator</strong> will be coming to collect<br />
their computers and office supplies in the coming days, since their personal<br />
effects are clearly just ruining their anarchist cred.<br />
Tyrants!<br />
On Fatherhood<br />
“I have a degree in a relevant field of journalism on the horizon and<br />
I’ve been told that I am very nurturing-- for a dude. I cook, (know how<br />
to) clean, and possess a near-infinite well of patience. I am the only<br />
21-year-old male I know who still babysits. I would be the single dad of<br />
the century.<br />
I have romanticized my own version of single-fatherhood in which my<br />
child and I live in a two-room studio above a small independent coffee<br />
shop in the heart of one of America’s great cities. I work from home as<br />
a video editor... I have an expansive network of colleagues, rappers, and<br />
sound engineers who double as babysitters... my son/daughter is my<br />
best friend, my roommate, my sous chef and my art project... Call me<br />
egocentric and self-servicing, but I have always envisioned my children<br />
as my creative masterpieces.”<br />
-Noah Porter of the <strong>Oregon</strong> Voice (“Single Fatherhood: Entertaining<br />
the Notion,” Jan. 2012) on why he should be sterilized immediately.<br />
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