The World According to Bukowski

Thanks to reader and commenter Agustin Farinas for finding this story, accurately assessing its appropriateness for this blog, and sending me the link.

Karachi [Pakistan] police have registered a case against three unidentified women who allegedly kidnapped a man, [drugged him into unconsciousness,] and raped him over four consecutive days and then threw him near Qayyumabad River in an unconscious state.

[The victim] said when he gained consciousness, he found that the women had undressed him, “and they were forcing themselves onto me.”   He managed to stop a passing motorist – who took him to Civil Hospital. “His condition is really bad … his genitals are bleeding and he cannot walk properly,” said [police authorities]. — Daily Times (of Pakistan)

They drug the poor guy and hump him bloody so he can’t even walk.  Why is he complaining to the cops when he should be bragging?  Does he have video?  Is he negotiating for the story with a porn site?  Maybe he needs an agent.

Reading this account, I have the same thought that occurs to me when I read about middle school males getting it on with their hot young teachers or the neighborhood MILF.  Why the hell didn’t this happen to me?  Why was my childhood deprived, and my innocence prolonged?

006117759801_sclzzzzzzz_2What would Bukowski do?  No doubt pop a beer and write a poem.  Ten poems.  A book.  Ten books.

Is sex so available, so commonplace these days that youngsters have the luxury of choice, let alone fussiness?  In my youth I would have had sex with anybody sufficiently female to make it happen, and my catalog of freaks and monsters proves it.  Mutants, circus freaks, coyote-uglies, double-baggers (in case the first slipped off).  Withered hags (“better spit in it, honey; it gets dry!”).  Neighborhood sluts and drop-in skanks.

My friend D, working as a prison warden for a summer job, did a favor for one of the cons in his care.  In gratitude, the con arranged for D to have sex with his sister, which of course he accepted.  Turns out she’s an amputee.   “Spread your leg,” he told her, then hopped aboard and rode her to the finish line.  I was jealous for weeks.

Jimmy Carter was right.  Life is unfair.

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10 Responses to The World According to Bukowski

  1. Mumblety Peg says:

    Men are such pigs.

  2. Lois Terms says:

    Poor Guido. I bet that only thing that prevents her from just gutting you and feeding your entrails to your cats is their health.

  3. Old Timer says:

    Back when I had functioning equipment, we didn’t have MILFs, we had the Campus Widow. And I did.

  4. Dawgbowl says:

    I confess I’ve had the same thoughts when I read about high school kids getting “seduced.” I had a math teacher in high school whose amazing body was so mesmerizing the only thing I could think of was “multiplying.”

  5. Dawgbowl says:

    Whoops. Didn’t mean to send that yet. Last sentence: I had fantasies about her keeping me after class and getting it on damn near every day.

  6. A Youth says:

    I’m a youth and the only sex I get is when I do it myself. I only wish I had a whole list of uglie girls so quit wining.

  7. Squathole says:

    Wow. “A Youth” is comment #2000 on this blog.

    Congratulations kid. Wish I could offer you the prize you yearn for, but (a) I don’t have one and (b) I’d probably get arrested if I did.

  8. Ms Calabaza says:

    Jimmy Carter was always a deep thinker. . .

  9. Agustin R. Farinas says:

    Ms.Calabaza,
    and he lusted, but only in his heart. LOL.

  10. Private Partz says:

    yeah and finger-wagging bill clinton did not have sex with that woman. talk about leaving a trail of beasties and fuglies in your lustful journey, take a gander at some of the former president’s conquests. monica was a high point, and she was just gross.

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