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The SuperDPS Guide to Un-Sexy

alexbwAs an American male who has long-since been desensitized to the likes of Two Girls, One Cup, I think it’s safe to say there is very little taboo in this age. You can be a sexual deviant and be a mega-star. You can be a child predator and still wind up making it big on MSNBC.

There’s no doubt that it’s a very sexy time to be alive. Aging hippies will talk of free love, fucking in trees and bushes, in public, on the steps of Congress. The young generation boasts about the blowjob they received behind a Wawa, or Denny’s. This is the same generation that brought us sexting (underage sexual text messages and pictures) which the media will claim as child pornography…but shouldn’t it be acceptable for sharing between consenting young adults?

The truth is that in the hands of the wrong people, something with convoluted sexuality (like “sexting”) may have the potential to be dangerous. But for the harmless, law-abiding, sexual creature, whatever doesn’t fuck you can only make you harder. This is a guide to those elements of sexuality and weirdness that put one over that thin red line that divides the objectively kinky from the universally creepy.

...universally creepy.

...universally creepy.

Analloeroticism (Asexuality)You should never trust people who voluntarily detach themselves from sex; especially because any reasoning they give is complete horse shit. Whether it be spirituality, intellect, or a complete lack of passion, human beings who consider themselves “asexual” usually end up being deviant monsters whose inevitable life-long repression finds a way to rear its ugly head.

(Runners up: Agalmatophilia, Acne, According to Jim)

Bible, TheThere are countless groups attempting to promote the idea that the biblical definitions of sex and relationships are the end-all-be-all. Some consider sex to be a spiritual or religious experience, and that’s fine. But there’s nothing sexy about basing your fucking on a ridiculous ancient text…unless it’s the Kama Sutra, in which case…you probably shouldn’t try.

(Runners up: B/O, Balloon Fetish, Burn Victims, Being Raped By Mike Tyson, Bobby Jindal)

Coprophilia–Poop, scat, feces, diarrhea…these things should never be sexually gratifying in any way. Let’s say, just for the sake of argument, you decide it might be kinky to take a shit on your lover’s chest. You both agree (because you’re both fucking stupid) and you go for it. It’s all well and good until you realize you’re taking a shit on someone and that shit is going to have to be cleaned up. By you. If you have to shit during sex, you probably shouldn’t be having sex.

(Runners up: Cock rings, Cannibalism, Crabs, Craigslist)

Douchebags–While this seems like a somewhat unfair choice (because I’m subjectively defining the term), I think it’s an accurate representation. By definition the term has a negative connotation, but it can refer to almost anyone. Unfortunately, a douchebag can be sexy…but you’ll soon find that you’ve made a terrible, terrible mistake.

(Runners up: Dendrophilia, Dominos Pizza, Dave Coulier)

Erotophonophilia–There’s nothing wrong with a little violence to get your rocks off, but when it turns into getting sexually excited by murder, you just become psychofuck serial killer. Thank christ that we have psychologists and psychoanalysts who spend their lives coming up with scientific names for these mental disorders, or we wouldn’t know it as erotophonophilia. We’d simply know it as “Daddy masturbates to the History Channel.”

(Runners up: Eels, Edible Panties, Enemas, Eugene Levy)

Frotteurism–Sexual pleasure from strangers is fine (in fact, it is possibly the basis of all porn); however, this particular “ism” refers to the sexual excitement that comes from casually rubbing against strangers; i.e. that guy who tried to get by you on the train was, in fact, creaming his jeans as he touched your soft white shoulder.

(Runners up: Formicophilia, Facebook Creepers, Futanari, Furries, Fish Fucking)

These signs need to be around everywhere. A friendly reminder is always nice.

These signs need to be around everywhere. A friendly reminder is always nice.

Guro–Possibly the most violent and bizarre form of hentai (comic pornography), Guro blows my mind. The genre has a reputation of involving the most disgustingly violent forms of sex (i.e. rape, skull-fucking, horrorporn). Am I not hip, or is that wholly un-sexy? Guro is certainly interesting to peruse. It can be quite psychological and strange…but it’s still…totally…not sexy.

(Runners up: Girls Gone Wild, Ghosts, Grover Bodies, Gary Busey, Gap Kids)

Horoscopes–If a chick asks you what your Astrological sign is, don’t get involved. If a guy asks you what your Astrological sign is, he’s probably probably retarded…or incredibly bright, depending on how you look at it…but he is taking a huge risk. People who gauge their lives based on a random blurb in the newspaper have monumentally unattractive personalities and dependence issues.

(Runners up: Hebephilia, Hairyness, Harry Potter, Hooters)

Intellectual LazinessIs there any bigger turn-off than stupidity? Maybe Lip Hair…yes. Lip hair would be a bigger turn-off. But, look…there’s no problem with not being the brightest crayon in the box, but the desire to grow has to be there. In guys and gals, if you’re a dummy, you’re a dummy; but if you sit there and drool while someone is trying to explain something to you, you’re either medically retarded, or you’re a Creationist.

(Runners Up: Infantophilia, IUD, IHOP, Idealism, Islam, IKEA Furniture)

Juicy Shorts–On a nice ass, it doesn’t matter what the logo says. “Oh, Juicy ass? Okay, why not?” But most perceptions of a “juicy” ass are extremely negative. The worst thing about the whole “juicy” craze is that no one whose ass you could comfortably call “juicy” wears the fucking shorts. They’re always either worn by 12-year olds or the morbidly obese. False Advertising.

(Runners Up: Jon and Kate Plus 8, Jedi, Japanese Porn)

The pairing of Juicy, Cherries, and Underage Girls is enough to make even Chris Hansen go, How the fuck did I miss this?!

The pairing of "Juicy, Cherries, and Underage Girls" is enough to make even Chris Hansen go, "How the fuck did I miss this?!"

Kilts (on men)–Scotland’s exports to the United States are all things that it has become necessary to re-gift…or just throw away. Their food isn’t food. Golf is one of the most boring activities one can engage in and still claim to be having “fun” (aside from bowling). And men wearing knee-skirts seems evil and wrong. When waitresses at Scottish bars wear kilts, it’s fresh and exciting, like a schoolgirl that you wouldn’t go to prison for fucking. An attractive man wearing a kilt might as well be living in a cave. An unattractive man wearing a kilt is probably Scottish.

(Runners Up: Klismaphilia, Kohl’s, Keith Richards, Kat Von D, Karaoke, Kafka)

Learning Yoga–I’d like to think that all of those able-bodied people who can actually do yoga are just born with that talent. I can’t even touch my fucking toes and these people are turning their bodies into soft pretzels. The practice of yoga is absolutely sexy; but the jackasses who think they can move their body like that when they haven’t even stretched since High School gym class need to think twice.

(Runners Up: Lactaphilia, Lil Wayne, Love Stories, Lane Bryant)

Masking–Possibly the most unnerving and unsettling sexual fetish is “masking.” I can appreciate the concepts of role play, costumes, and even latex/rubber fetishes (but what’s the point?); however, the concept of “masking” takes this all a step further. Maskers are men who make human female “skin outfits” out of latex and wear them around as if they are in a woman’s body. It’s like…EXTREME CROSS-DRESSING. It verges way-too-close to House of 1000 Corpses for me to find sexually appealing. But then again, I’m not a cross-dresser…or a psychotic.

(Runners Up: Menophilia, Mucophilia, MySpace, Mall Cops, Mahjong, Moustaches, Milk)

Nihilists–There’s something to be said about individuals who stand by the non-existence of morality and law. Nihilists believe in nothing, and while–as an atheist–I have a certain admiration for disbelievers, there is very little that can be considered attractive about these people. Sure, you’ll meet your artsy guy or gal who claims to be a nihilist; but you’ll soon find that they are an a dark abyss where personality and sexuality are fucking extinct.

(Runners Up: NASCAR, Nickelodeon, Nation Geographic, Needledicks, Necrophilia)

Obesity–Allow me to clarify that, for the record, there is nothing wrong with fat-bottomed girls. You don’t need to be skinny to be sexy. Classical artists painted heavyset women for ages…plump chicks wearing velvet, eating apples in the Garden of Eden, chugging wine like it’s 1509. I’ll leave it at this: you never see Michelangelo’s portraits of 300+ pound women washing themselves with rags on sticks and being carried out of their homes through a truck-sized hole in the wall.

(Runners Up: Olive Garden, Octomom, Occult)

Plushophilia–Although I’ve already mentioned “Furries” as a ‘Runner Up,’ I felt obligated to give them the recognition they so richly deserve. A physical attraction to stuffed animals is only magnified when it is embodied by lovers in mascot costumes. If you’ve ever had sex with a girl who was laughing at you the whole time, imagine the feeling of looking down at a googly-eyed hippopotamus (or some shit) staring up at your with a shit-eating grin on its face. Now that’s a boner-killer.

(Runners Up: Pedophilia–obviously, Prom, Poop, Pottery Barn, PBS Kids)

This must be how Stormtroopers are punished for incopetence...

This must be how Stormtroopers are punished for incopetence...

Quagmires (sexual)–Many stories have been told about the unpleasantness of first-time sex. It is known as being bumbling, staggering, messy, and–one way or another–it’s over far too fast. Of course this is a generalization made by a vast majority who are sexually awkward the first time they fuck. This is an excusable quagmire. After you’ve had a considerable level of experience, these sexual blunders only become acceptable if you get ‘camera-shy.’

(Runners Up: QVC, Queans, Querimonies, Quaternitarians, Questioning the legitimacy of this list)–yeah, look those up, bitches.

Reenactors–There’s nothing wrong with being a history buff. Being interested in anything that much is totally hot; but when it takes over your personality to the point that you become a character in a recurring story, you’ve drained yourself of that appeal. This goes mainly for men. Ladies, if you can pull off some sexy cosplay, go for it! Guys, isn’t that enough?

(Runners Up: Rush Limbaugh, Radio Shack, Religion, Reparations)

Symphorophilia–While I’m trying to stay away from criticizing paraphilia that others may hold dear, there are some which–if you dohold them dear–there’s something deeply and disturbingly wrong with you. Symphorophilia refers to the sexual attraction one would (but shouldn’t) receive from witnessing a horrible disaster, such as a plane crash or…holocaust. It goes beyond sadism. It’s driving past a car accident on the side of the road, checking it out, and getting a boner. Sexy enough for ya?

(Runners Up: Space Camp, Sex Offenders, Sesame Street, Sheep, Shingles)

Trichophilia–Evidently, it’s extremely rare (percentage-wise) for women to experience paraphilia. That’s not to say that women have no interest in the evils of fetishism; however, the ratio of guys to gals who get freaky is way-skewed. For this one, I think it could easily go either way. Remember the days when being “shaved” was an extreme sexual rarity? Now fucking everyone goes hairless–or mostly hairless–and the world is much better for it. Who needs those freaks who live in the past? And who wants to be picking pubes out of their teeth?

(Runners Up: Twilight, Two and a Half Men, Titty-hugs from titless strippers)

This is the result of thorough daily manscaping.

This is the result of thorough daily manscaping.

Ursusagalmatophilia–Having already mentioned the Furries, I don’t feel the need to go too far in depth with this one. Ursusa-whatthefuck-philia is the sexual attraction one might–or might not–have towards a Teddy Bear. But to be fair, who can resist their button-eyes, unassuming expressions, and the empty soulless feeling you get from sticking your dick in a hollowed out Teddy Bear?

(Runners Up: Ugg Boots, Unemployment, UK Basketball)

Vorarephilia–There are individuals who exist (yes, they exist) who don’t enjoy being eaten out. Whether it be ass or vajazz…some don’t like performing or receiving. Now, if you don’t like it, you don’t like it…but what if I tried to sell you this…(allow me to play Billy Mays for a moment) ‘Hi Billy Mays here for being eaten alive! Are you a human being who dreams of being a helpless rodent, devoured whole by a massive python?! Well with my new product, Vore-be-gone, you can experience the sensation of being eaten and digested by another living thing, without leaving your living room!’ What the fuck is wrong with you people?!

(Runners Up: Vampirism, Vulcans, Video Diaries, Vitamin Enthusiasts)

Wizard PornHarry Potter has suffered an onslaught of fan fiction horseshit. It’s not surprising, it’s just unnerving. Why is it that out of all the teenage angst and sexual tension in those Harry Potter books/movies, aspiring uber-nerds spend their time scribing the homosexual adventures of Potter and Malfoy–or Potter and that annoying ginger kid? There are plenty of chicks in the picture…and Hermione’s getting kinda hot, so why not? Of course, if you really think about it…even straight wizard sex is kinda gay.

(Runners Up: Words of Wisdom, Wigs, Whinging, WalMart, World of Warcraft)

Xanga-When horny old men aren’t trolling MySpace, Facebook, or Twitter for fresh meat, they use Xanga…so it’s probably safe to say that there are hardly any horny old men on Xanga. But, for the purposes of this “X,” let’s assume that there are. What better way to scope out under-age girls with low self esteem? Their parents don’t understand them and their friends are all bitches. You’re the only one who really understands her…so why not? Some guys get off on girls’ desperation…but, those guys are all still in college. We’ve moved on.

(Runners Up: Xenophobia, Xanex)

Yard Art–Also called “Lawn Ornaments” or “Lawn Decor,” Yard Art is truly a sign of the sexually repressed and artistically retarded. Discovering a pink flamingo, garden gnome, wooden windmill, or crudely painted-not-so-funny-plywood-cutout-folk-art sticking out of your neighbor’s obsessively manipulated green grass is a sure sign that they’re probably in the business of enslaving children.

(Runners Up: YMCA Creeper Swim)

And who can forget the adorable folksy nature of having a little piece of racism on your front porch?

And who can forget the adorable folksy nature of having a little piece of racism on your front porch?

Zoophilia–We’ve had a lot of fun here today, but there’s nothing funny about fucking a horse…okay, there’s something funny about fucking a horse–especially if you do it more than once, with the same horse…like this guy. Beastiality is possibly the most intense form of animal adoration out there. Beat that, PeTA! It takes the term “dog lover” to a whole new level…truly man’s best friend.

On the other side of this is Zoosadism, a runner-up for this entry…which is essentially the thrill of seeing animals in pain. Also, this means if you’re pissed off at Michael Vick, you should probably also be against hunting, fishing, bull fighting, horse racing, and any other “sport” that provides us with a fun and exciting way to say “fuck you” to animals…without actually fucking them.

(Runners Up: Zoosadism, Zodiac Signs, Zeitgeist)

I’d like to believe that this guide will be helpful to anyone who had to ask themselves the self-depreciating question, “Should I be masturbating to this?” It’s an important question to ask before risking feeling completely miserable with guilt for the rest of your day life. If any of you have any disagreements, Runners Up, or changes you feel could be made to this very important document, please don’t hesitate to voice your opinion. It can be changed. It’s a living document…

…just try not to have sex with it.

Alex G/

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A Day in the Life of Porn Star Julia Bond

JuliaBond2Heyyyyyyy….. I am Julia Bond, adult film star.  I am a little crazy, a little wild, and always unpredictable.  That’s just me.  Me describing an average day in my life may seem unreal, but this is my life and I love it.  My life is one big risk.  Whether I am singing karaoke in Baskin Robbins, jumping a 12 foot high fence at midnight, or trying to buy weed seed’s at Home Depot.  This is a just a boring ole day in my life, running errands.

Soon as I wake up I look at myself in the mirror.  You know, with all this global warming taking place who knows the next thing it’s gonna affect?  I have Dr. 90210′s number on speed dial just in case.

Once I am ready to take on my day, I am out the house.  I have such a short attention span; I am always looking for trouble to get into.  I live for exciting moments.

Once I have a thought, I go for it.  I never have second thoughts.  That is how all of my tattoos happened.  Crazy days for a crazy lady.

I must warn you that what I am about to say may be disturbing, cause hair loss and age spots. That was my little disclaimer so: No Suing Me Allowed!

Ahhh, a day in my life….. ALWAYS starts off with my morning video for my YouTube channel: www.youtube.com/iamjuliabond.  I have the best YouTube fans in the world.

After my video is all done, I head for the door.  My crazy brain is always thinking of ideas for my YouTube channel.  Since I am not a housewife by any means, I rarely cook….okay NEVER cook.  Restaurants around town love me.  After today I think I am banned from Denny’s and Baskin Robbins.

I am really going to have to put on my list of things to do, “Get friends who will feed me”.

As soon as I walked into Denny’s can you believe someone asked me if I was Carrot Top(?!)!!  Silly Willy’s.  I have to admit I was a little disappointed with this Denny’s.  Old fries and a waitress that has never been seen since.

She took our order then served our food and disappeared like in a Criss Angel magic show.  Now everyone might not know that Julia Bond needs her ice cream shake after she eats so I head to Baskin Robbins.  I’m not sure what Baskin Robbins does for you, but some times they play the best elevator music in them.  I couldn’t help myself and just had to dance.

I tried to open the freezer doors where they keep the ice cream cakes, but they were locked!  I wanted to reenact the hard nipple scene from the movie King Pin.  Nipples with a little frostbite is always sexy.

I started worrying what kind of neighborhood I was in where even ice cream cakes were not safe.  I had to high tail it out of there.  I could have been sold on the black market, or even worse: the swap meet.

There is no time to waste.  Today is flying by here.  I have so many errands I have to run I don’t know where to start.  My next destination is the Disneyland for coupon cashers: WALMART.  There is so much you can do there.  Is it an auto body shop, grocery store, and nail salon?!?!?!  It’s everything!  As soon as I walked in I had a few stalkers.  I felt their eyes all over me.

Here I am just trying to get my check list done and I was being followed.  When I turned around all their eyes went in different directions, pretending to be interested in the items closest to them.  Could they all be into scented candles?  I think not.  Finally I asked them if they knew me. All of a sudden they are all Helen Keller.

Write me a note! Something!  I would have tried to speak to them more, but I had just spotted my next victim…oh, I mean “errand”—a man named Wilbur with the brightest shirt in all of the West Coast.  He was on his cell phone. I think he was on PartyLine or Psychic Network.  With the cameras on, I kindly demanded him to get off.

I needed him to be the 1st guest on Julia Bond Takes It To The Streets.

Being a nice girl, I asked if I could interview him for my show.  I asked him if he could spell “sex.”  He then proceeded to spell SEX, “S.E.X.O.”  It was at this point where the interview went from good to great.  My YouTube channel just went bilingual!  After a few questions about him masturbating, things went from entertaining to serious.

Mr. Wilbur (if that was his real name) admitted to having his girlfriend in his trunk.  I felt like I was hosting the show To Catch A Predator.  I should have known, being that Walmart is directly across the street from Baskin Robbins, once again, I would have to run for my life.

When the sun starts to go down I start turning into my alter ego: Rude Ruth.  If you thought Julia was bad then you are not ready for Rude Ruth.  She has crazy written all over her.  I try to keep her locked away in a cage, but she is tricky.  It was her idea to start my One Hit Wonders videos.  While I was driving and mass texting, Rude Ruth came out and said one thing….”music video”.

That had to be the best idea of the day.  Lucky for me I carry booty shorts, corsets, and pearls in my purse at all times.  You just never know when I might need them.  I say, “better safe then sorry.”  Now—Location!  I had a few in mind, but how would I make my Daily Diary videos if I am in jail?  Think, Julia, THINK!  It was about 11:30pm when I found it…

The perfect location with lighting that could be used in a Spice Girls video.  There is only one problem….a 12 foot fence.  It’s okay; I mean, I do have Rude Ruth on my side.  This fence is nothing.  Big Deal!

I put one foot in the chain link and am quickly reminded that I am not 12 years old anymore.  What happened to the saying “Once you ride a bike you’ll always know how?”  Shouldn’t that go for fences too?

So climbing a fence is a little harder than I remember.  I’m pretty tough so I took my shoes off and used my little monkey feet to hop over that fence like I was in the Olympics.  It took me 4 tries and 15 minutes, but who’s counting?

Okay I was now in the local high school’s campus.  My partner in crime, Annette, started filming me in front of a school building which actually ended up being someone’s house… My 1st music video was born.  I was shaking it like I was on Star Search.  That was until our little peeping Tom in the house called 911…

We ran across the school and over the fence Mission Impossible style.  I’m now in the car putting my NASCAR driving experience to use all the way home.

It is now 1:15 in the morning and I am back at the one I can’t wait to get out of every morning, but the only place I can’t wait to be when I’m exhausted….my home.

I look at myself in the mirror one more time expecting to see the work of global warming, but I was lucky today.  My bed, my pillows, my sheets are all calling for me.  Saying, “Julia!  Drop that dress on the floor and come to me.”   I must listen.

Before I say goodnight I Twitter “Sweet Dreams” to my fans. You all make my day every day and make me that much crazier.  Love me or hate me; I am simply me.

xoxo

Julia Bond

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