Once again, my inbox was littered with a chain letter claiming something ridiculous. This time it came from my Dad and it claimed ten benefits of sex and threatened:
This message has been sent to you for good luck in sex. The original is in a room in Palaiseau. It has been sent around the world nine times.Now sex has been sent to you. The “Hot Sex Fairy” will visit you within four days of receiving this message, provided you, in turn, send it on.If you don’t then you will never receive good sex again for the rest of your life. You will eventually become celibate, and your genitals will rot and fall off.This is no joke! Send copies to people you think need sex (who doesn’t?). Don’t send money, as the fate of your genitals has no price. Do not keep this message. This message must leave your e-mail in 96 hours.Please send ten copies and see what happens in four days. Since the copy must tour the world, you must send it. This is true, even if you are not superstitious.GOOD SEX, but please remember: 10 copies of this message must leave your e-mail in 96 hours or you will not have good sex again for the rest of your life!!!! Â Â
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In the world of “scene” photography, Charles Gatewood is the godfather to all other photographers. During the seventies and eighties, he introduced America to a growing counter-culture. Tattooed men and women, vampires, slaves, ponies, dominants, bears, cubs, goths and still more in the varied universe are subject to Gatewood’s delighted eye. If the body wore leather, latex, rubber, or nothing but ink and peircings, Gatewood wants to recard it. With an unflinching and non-judgemental gaze, Gatewood records these subjects for books, magazines, and exhibition.
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I know. I know. This is the most blatantly commercial holiday. Created to sell greeting cards and candy by capitolizing on man’s insecurity and woman’s obsession with knowing what a man feels. However, I think this is the least hypocritiacl holiday we celebrate all year. We celebrate the birth of Jesus by spending ourselves deeper into debt to give stuff to other people. The resurrection of the same guy is celebrated by hunting eggs laid by a rabbit (I am still trying to work this one out). At least going into Valentine’s Day, I know that this is an invented day.
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