I’m pretty sure that most folks on the internet these days know who (or what) Goatse is. Maybe you’ve experienced having a redirect or link in an email take you to the gaping maw of anal madness, or maybe you took YOURSELF there after you heard about it and just had to see how bad (if at all) it was. I’ll tell ya, I’ve seen FAR worse than Goatse in my day, but the legacy of it has become something of legend. So, when I was linked to the “Finding Goatse” article, I realized two things:
1. I never actually cared who the hell Goatse was. I never really cared about solving the mystery of the gold ring. I never wanted to put a face the the ass-canal.
2. I’m bizarrely interested in shit that I’ve never cared about when its put in front of me in a concise article for me to digest. Just like the picture, I couldn’t turn away.
But that makes sense, right? I’m always entranced by things which will get me nowhere except a useless fact here or there. I doubt that at any time in the future, I’ll find myself at a job interview where the identity of a man behind an internet meme will really be relevant.
It’s funny, though – because Goatse (while somewhat shocking to my hetero friends) has become one of those things that most gay men are desensitized to. It’s apparent that in the “community”, if you’ve seen one gaping asshole, you’ve seen them all. And SOMEONE out there has to accept being violated by the whale-shaped dildo, right? And fisting videos… well, those buggers are everywhere. The only thing that scares me about truly aggressive anal play is the concept of a loss of sphincter control. I would have to imagine that at some point, you just become like a bird and poop whenever you physically need to, not at a time which is chose by you.
That is a lack of control that I could live without.
So, I’ve been doing all my comics and blogs a bit early this week, because I’ve got a lot going on. I’m cat-sitting for good friends, I’m (possibly) going out with some German folks that are in town from my company, and… well… I’m trying to find time to sleep. Things are generally busy for me anyway – but I found that if I really hunker down and just do a shit-ton of drawing in a weekend, I can totally make it all work out.
I’ve already gotten a good start on Thursday’s comic – which is something that I can almost NEVER say. Maybe I’m turning over a new leaf, eh? Maybe this is the start of “Bob the responsible”! Or, maybe this is just one week, and I’ll go back to my regularly scheduled procrastination next week…
Who is to say?