I’m a person of few taboos, and though I may not participate in many of the acts that others would call taboo, I frequently find no reason why anyone should not be allowed to do something if it doesn’t harm their fellow human.
Wanna smoke pot? Go for it. Wanna be killed and eaten by a friend? Have a blast.
But last night I found out where I draw the line.
Somebody, I believe, had been jokingly talking about having sex with a shaved baboon that was also boneless. Somebody may have to fill me in on this one because I came in in the middle of the conversation. We were all joking around about it and I mentioned that I have no problem with people having sex with animals if that’s what they want to do, and they do it with the health of the animal in mind. So no sadism against the chicken, or putting cigarettes out on the sheep. Know what I mean? Then somebody brought up my necrophilia conversation from the last happy hour and I said that I had even less of a problem with people having sex with dead animals because that way you don’t even have to worry about the animal being treated humanely, because it’s dead.
Then somebody said something about having sex with an animal until it died, and I was repulsed. Everyone looked at me in shock and said, “So THAT’S what it takes to go to far for you?”
I just don’t like the idea of an animal being killed in that manner. Gives me the heebies AND the jeebies.
