Arts Note from a Horse Fucker
One of the delights of The Stranger’s recent Regrets Issue was an ostenible letter from the horse that fucked that guy to death in Enumclaw.
Today brought a response to the Enumclaw horse’s letter, from a man whom I shall allow to speak for himself:
The letter of regrets from the Enumclaw horse [Regrets, Dec. 29]: Your attempt at satirical humor, in my opinion, did not work. Did you think this was funny? You are mistaken. And, to bring up a few other pieces of misinformation—NO,it does not require teamwork to have horse sex!! I’ve been involved with animals for over 45 years, and getting stallion fucked for about 30. My roomie has also been sucking on and getting fucked by stallion cock, for about that same amount of time. We have never needed any kind of helpers to get the job done. I chat with about 100 other horse guys, from around the world. They have never needed assistance either, in getting horse fucked. And, I am sure, the other approximately 30 or so million others, in this country, which also participate in animal sex, would concur with that. Plus, I communicate with about a dozen of so fistees and fisters from several English speaking countries, who have expressed an interest in the horse sex concept. This activity also DOES NOT KILL people [nor injure/harm/cause pain/victimize animals]. I have also talked with an ER tech, at one of the larger local hospitals, who claims, they see about 11 to 14 colon type injuries a year, in King County. Out of all of the people I have mentioned above, over the last 25 years, I have only known about 5 rectal injuries, 4 of which were induced from stallion sex. All are still alive. One guy, has had the same injury twice, and is still going at it. He can take a full sized stallion’s cock entire length. Which is something that many fistees can accomplish, in equivalency, with some guy’s arm? Neither my roomie nor I have ever had any negative medical situations, from getting horse fucked. Two other facts: the deceased, was not dumped at the hospital. He was alive, up to the point of reaching the emergency room. Nor did he give that horse the nick name of Mr. Big Dick [someone else did that]…
The moral: Never doubt the self-sufficiency of a horse fucker.
Blet.
30 million horse fuckers in the US? Fascinating.