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Short-Circuit of Catamite Thought

2006/12/17 11:46:43

In the gigolo shop

there are no boy toys


Who is Zhu Xueqin? I truly have no idea. But just as it is a crime not to commit crimes under Beijing's December sun, it is an even greater crime not to curse when encountering someone who deserves cursing. As for "The Shortcoming of Lu Xun's Thought" — what sort of short-circuit produced this — one need not look further than the chickens, ducks, geese, and rabbits filling the streets. In an era where the economy is liberalized but the baton is "opened up," men being made into gigolos is as natural as can be. Men becoming gigolos is keeping up with the times. And gigolos are to be consumed — regardless of whether thought is involved, regardless of whether thought short-circuits — this, too, is only natural.

"The Shortcoming of Lu Xun's Thought" is consumed because of its short-circuit; Beijing's December commits crimes because of its sunshine. Regardless of short-circuits or sunshine, the world's two biggest gigolo shops continue doing business. Whether the sign reads "Left" or "Right," both share a fondness for waving and rubbing rod-shaped objects at each other, thereby constantly reminding the world of the definition of a gigolo: a provider of rod-shaped objects. The leftist gigolo shop "Lu Xun Studies" provides service until the semen boils — which greatly irritates the rightist gigolos who just days ago finished smearing semen all over a certain beauty's corpse. Left and Right rub rods across empty space yet still manage to spray brilliance everywhere — truly the world's greatest rod-spectacle. But rods are always rods — rub too much and they'll wear down to needles.

Nevertheless, "non-cooperation with the ruling power" — this rod can still bring the Right the pleasures of verbal gratification. Hu Shi's anus, smeared with the semen of beauties and Chiang-men, can still be licked again and again by the Right. This rightist gigolo shop is probably going to pivot to severed-arm specialties. But the most exquisite thing is the Right's constant claim of having lived through an era that abolished private property — yet even by the least economic definition of economics, one's natural-born rod, regardless of length or girth, can only be private property. Does an era that abolished private property mean all rods were made communal? How supremely strange — these rightists who experienced the communalization of their rod-as-private-property, these rightists equally rodded by rods — to whom exactly do they belong? Today, as gigolos wield their privately-owned rods in the act of gigolo-ing, the question need no longer be questioned. Why question anything? Whoever cares, go right ahead.

Undoubtedly, in the days when "golden milk" sells well, one can not only discuss "grass" but also "milk." But talk too much and you'll slip up — the rightist gigolo shop's sit-in host inadvertently revealed the rates for going out. For 300 you can get "milked," and it's an annual package at that. These rightist rods — whether the quality is good or not is debatable, but the price is indeed "grass"-cheap. Henceforth, the rightist gigolo shop's sign can be changed to "Elite Grass." "Elite Grass" gigolos all share one name: elite. The elite, having finished licking Hu Shi's backside, waves Hu Shi's rod-semen and proclaims: Lu Xun is a rod; Hu Shi is the Rod King!

Whether or not sexually reformed, gigolos remain citizens, and citizens remain Left and Right. The Right, who oppose sexual reform, have severed their arms; the Left, who support sexual reform, have had their arms severed. Arms severed — you won't become Venus; severed arms — you won't become Apollo. Whether arms severed or severed arms, what remains unsevered is the Left and Right being endlessly reformed, manufactured, gigoled, and headed. There are no boy toys in the gigolo shop — whether Left or Right, all are merely providers of rod-shaped objects, merely merchandise to be consumed.

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缠中说禅 2006/12/17 11:53:30

Beijing continues its gloriously sunny days today.

Under sunshine, not committing crimes is a crime.

This ID is off to continue committing crimes.

Goodbye.

Tomorrow I'll continue teaching you how to trade stocks.