Up this morning with the Ethiopian blend coffee--another link with the late Sam D'Alessandro, who mentions what a pleasure--along with being spanked and fucked like a dog--it is in the morning.   I continue reading Biological Exuberance, slowly, for the savour.   Jesus, how intrenched, how pervasive, how smugly ambient is the Heterosexual Tyranny (We'll get back to you, Dr. Paglia)!  I've been digging also into Jack Malebranche's Androphilia and our butchest-of-author's quirky allegiance to what he chooses to call 'Satanism.'  I faint, I fail from boredom and weariness at the prospect of turning another non-starter Judaeo-Christian Symbol of Evil into yet another fundamentally flawed and tainted Symbol of Good.   Oh give it up, Jack!   Why spoil the basic thrust [!] of your plausible masculine ethos with silly-ass, second-hand anti-Christianity?  If you're going to drag Jesus into it--though through the Back Door, so to speak--why not go all- out and make a tendentiously uncircumcised (like the Beurs of modern France) Jesus of Nazareth the cultic and sexual object of, say, a 'Church of the Uncut Dick,' with veneration of the 'Holy Step-Father' (Joseph) supplanting that of the 'Mother of God' (Mary):   What phallic Epiphanies and sperm-drenched Pentacosts, what circle-jerk Feasts of the Apostles!  Just a thought.