Hey, Faggot:
This may or may not have anything to do with your boobs, but according to a long scary piece in a recent New Yorker and a medium scary piece in a recent Esquire, everything we eat, drink, and wear is slathered in estrogen (female hormones) and/or industrial chemicals that mimic estrogen in our bodies. Con-sequently, girls are hitting puberty earlier, and boys aren’t pumping out sperm on anything approaching the scale we once did: all over the industrialized world, sperm counts are dropping like Chechnyans. If it keeps up at this rate, there won’t be a fertile human male left on the planet in two generations.
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Scientists studying the effects of all this estrogen exposure on human beings have noted other kinda spooky, potentially estrogen-exposure-linked phenomena: increased rates of testicular cancer, higher rates of breast cancer in men and women, increasing numbers of young boys with malfunctioning testicles, and men with enlarged breasts. Chemical companies, taking a page from tobacco’s playbook, are assembling troops of PR flacks and scientists for hire (prof-titutes) to cast doubt on the growing pile of evidence that sprinkling estrogen on our cornflakes in the morning is bad for us. If the scientists studying dropping sperm counts are correct, the extinction of the human race is two generations off. We can cross that bridge when we come to it–if we haven’t all died of lung cancer, courtesy of Philip Morris, before we’re all rendered sterile, courtesy of Du Pont (maybe Terry Gilliam can make a movie about it). Meanwhile, what are we going to do about your tits?
I’m a 50-year-old female (hetero) who recently discovered an interest in leather gear and pictures depicting humiliation, submission, bondage. Mostly I like to look, but I enjoy a good spanking (receiving), and had a great time getting my first golden shower from my accommodating husband. He’s been very open and supportive. The trouble is me: I’m afraid I’m a freak or a pervert. I know I’m not hurting anyone, but I’m ashamed. Reassure me?
Hey, BPWAL:
