| Wednesday, September 21, 2005 |
 | Oh, thank Heaven. Molatar is back. I suspect that this may, in fact, be a loving piece of reconstructive surgery performed by a dedicated admirer, combing the caches of his community of Molatarphiles.
I feel for Molatar. In part, because he has chosen a very difficult row to hoe - very few born-again Christians will want to hang out with a dragon, very few dragons will be interested in born-again Christianity, and those who are neither born again nor dragons will laugh their Godless, unscaled bottoms off at him. But also because he is trapped in what I feel must be the most impressive case of false consciousness ever. Check out his thoughts on homosexuality. He has homosexual friends whom he loves like brothers. He has homoerotic fantasies, although he is trying to cut down. He believes that porn makes you gay by abrading your natural revulsion to the genitalia of your own sex, but finds lesbian sex "boring as hell to watch". He hates his body, and dreams of changing it into a powerful, beautiful form that commands love and respect and can never be harmed. He devotes a loving paragraph to describing the sex organs of the male dragon, whereas lady dragons get one sentence (clitoris, two vaginas. Why two is never made clear, but then neither are the eight testicles clarified. Hmmm. Clarified dragon testicles. No well-stocked kitchen should be without). And from all of this he concludes that he is, in fact, a dragon.
Yeah. Dragon.
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