The Post-Partisan Emporium

The U. S. of GAY How much enthusiasm, exactly, I am obliged to display for gay sex? Judging by the rainbow-corporate-government fusion, I think it’s a lot. JENNY HOLLAND Warning: this essay is rated M for mature. Very crude language contained herein. I’m going to do something this week that I don’t normally do, and that is write my Substack on the same topic that I wrote about this week for  another publication . Events have just taken such a ludicrous turn, it’s quite clear we now live in an absurdist satire and I — for one — simply cannot pass up an opportunity to match the terribly poor taste of our current culture with some poor taste  satire of my own.  This week the Biden White House hung the “Progress Pride” flag from the portico of the White House, in between two American flags. The Biden administration also held an event at which a be-titted man flashed his plastic funbags in front of the White House and posted it on Instagram. While I appreciate the high levels of craftsmansh

Decade at Bernie's in which endless hypersexualization trends toward complete sexlessness Chris Bray Here’s the image of sex itself, richly represented in its powerful feminine form: “Sexual liberation, our deceitful mirage, ends in lassitude and inertness,” Camille Paglia wrote. Well, yeah. Pump those hips at the stage a lot, ‘cause  pumping hips  is being  sexy . We’re nearing the moment when every new cultural artifact representing sexual behavior and identity manifests the tone and form of the strippers working near the airport on the Tuesday afternoon shift, chewing gum and watching the clock. Slip the culture a twenty, and it’ll bend over to give you a really good look at it. The metastasization of the  performative  thing implies the withering of the spontaneous and authentic thing that it aggressively playacts at resurrecting: We must be really sexy and liberated, ‘cause we publicly depict the  grinding of parts  a lot. We’re living the  Weekend at Bernie’s  of sex, and pre