Another Anti LGBT Politician Goes Down


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He was called the conscience of the conservative movement. His wife is the assistant director of an Anti abortion rally called “March of Life”

Earlier this month Westley Goodman was allegeldy discoved having sex with man on the his desk in one of the state offices.

Mr Goodman was elected to represent the 87th District, in north-central Ohio, just last year. Prior to that, he worked as an aide to US Representative Jim Jordan, a highly conservative, anti-LGBT Republican.

The Human Rights Campaign, the largest LGBT advocacy group in the US, named Mr Jordan in their Hall of Shame in 2014 for attempting to block marriage equality in the District of Columbia

There were rumors about Goodman being gay.  Ohio House Speaker Cliff Rosenberger heard rumors that Goodman was gay and cheating on his wife as early as May 2016, a House spokesman confirmed Tuesday. But little could be done because Goodman denied those rumors when confronted, and they never involved another lawmaker or House employees.

Cleveland.com first reported Saturday that Goodman, a married man, had sex with men while working in Washington, D.C. and sent unsolicited, sexually inappropriate messages to younger men he met in conservative circles. Goodman, 33, continued sending messages while he was a sitting legislator, men who received the messages say.

 

Johnny Hadlock, a former congressional staffer, told the AP he engaged in sexual banter by text and had phone sex with Goodman while the two worked in Washington in the early 2010s. He said he was furious when, years later, he saw Goodman campaigning on the issue of “natural marriage” between a man and a woman, “because I knew differently.”

“Wes is a good guy. He’s a nice guy. He’s a gregarious guy. He’s a good networker. But he’s a hypocrite,” said Hadlock, whose story was first reported by cleveland.com. “He’s engaged in things with me and with others that I know are the antithesis of what he’s publicly proclaiming and standing for in his public life.”

 

The Washington Post reported Friday that another conservative group, the Council for National Policy, handled internally a complaint that Goodman fondled an 18-year-old college student while he was sleeping in a hotel room at its 2015 conference.

The student’s stepfather brought details of the encounter to president Tony Perkins, who also heads the prominent Family Research Council.

“If we endorse these types of individuals, then it would seem our whole weekend together was nothing more than a charade,” the stepfather wrote to Perkins, according to the Post.  “Trust me… this will not be ignored nor swept aside,” Perkins replied. “It will be dealt with swiftly, but with prudence.”

In early summer, a non-House employee came forward with evidence of computer and cellphone screenshots suggesting Goodman had been unfaithful to his wife in suggestive or explicit photos and messages.     The activity involved all appeared consensual, but Goodman was called in and warned that if he ever engaged in acts with House staff or on state property, it would become Rosenberger’s business.

Representative Goodman denied all of it and said that ‘fake screenshots’ were being circulated,” 

When he resigned his House seat, Goodman said in a statement that he hadn’t served his constituents “in a way that reflects the best ideals of public service.” He has not responded to repeated requests for comment on media accounts published since then.

This story isn’t over, men are slowly coming forward saying Goodman either fondled them, had uncomfortable conversations with him.  Some of the men have released explict conversations Goodman had with men on Twitter and Craigslist.

 

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Fresh not Frozen: Senatorial Candidate Roy Moore Flirted With Teen girls may have been banned from local Mall


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Roy MooreRelated image regularly hung out at an Alabama shopping mall, flirting with teenaged girls and much younger women, local residents said.

The embattled US Senate candidate – accused, on the record, by five women of making creepy moves on them when they were teens and he was in his 30s – was a regular at the Gadsden Mall where he enjoyed chatting up young ladies, witnesses told AL.com.

“He would go and flirt with all the young girls,” said nurse Blake Usry, who grew up in the area and lives in Gadsden. “Nobody could believe they hadn’t come out yet.”

 

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The Weinstein Wind Est October 5, 2017: Hollywood Shaken


 

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October 5, the New York Times Published a blistering report detailing nearly 30 years of reports by women accusing the Oscar-winning movie producer of sexual harassment. They reveal he has paid out at least eight settlements.  

Sexual harassment has long been a part of the culture in Hollywood.  Some members in the industry exploiting individuals who relocated to work in Hollywood.

What makes the Weinstein Wind unique, is the dismissal of studio heads.  Harvey Weinstein  was fired from the company that bears his name.  High profile individuals are being terminated.  This are just some of the names from Oct 5th and Nov 1,2017

October 6th,  Defy Media announced that it was suspending Screen Junkies creator Andy Signore following allegations of sexual harassment from at least five women . He was fired on October 8th. 

On October 12th ,Producer Isa Hackett accused Amazon Studios Chief Roy Price of harassing her in a cab during San Diego Comic-Con in 2015. Hackett says Price propositioned her and told her, “You will love my dick.   Price resigned October 17th.

October 12th was a busy day.   Former Vox employee Eden Rohatensky, wrote a blog which alleged misconduct by several employers and co-workers, including “one of the company’s VPs,” whom she said touched her and kissed her neck while she rode in a car full of co-workers after a company party Vox Media editorial director Lockhart Steele was terminated October 19th 

Animator and creator of the Nickelodeon Chris Savino was fired on the 19th after Several women alleged Savino had sexually harassed them Offered work in exchange for sexual favors and sending lewd text messages.

On October 21, the New Orleans TImes-Picayune published a story on celebrity chef John Besh .  25 women accused Besh of fostering a culture of sexual harassment at his restaurants. On October 25th Besh stepped down from his restaurant group.

On October 22, The LA Times reported,  38 women—31 of whom have gone on the record accusing Oscar-nominated director and screenwriter James Toback of harassment and assault   Days later, the number of accusers climbed into the hundreds

 

CNN published a story October 26.  Five women accused NBC’s TV journalist Mark Halperin of sexually harassing them when he was at ABC NEWS. NBC cut ties with him on the same day.

Rick Najera a writer and producer who spent 13 years heading up CBS’s network’s annual Diversity Sketch Comedy showcase. In 2009 and 2004 Najera made inappropriate comments and while the network became aware of the comments in March of this year.  CBS officially severed ties with Najera on the 26th. 

In 2001, stage and screen actor Anthony Rapp told The Advocate of an incident that took place when he was 14.  When a well know actor picked him up and took him to his bed and climbed on top of  him.  In 2001 he did not identify the actor.  On October 29th, Anthony Rapp  told Buzzfeed the actor who attempted to assault him was Kevin Spacey.   He came forward because of  the people who have come forward with their own stories of sexual harassment. Spacey said ,he didn’t recall the incident and apologized  and announced he was gay.  Within Hours, Netflix cancelled his series “House of Cards” The show was already due to end after this season, but production is now suspended “until further notice”.Spacey has also been dropped as the recipient of a special Emmy award he was due to receive next month.The International TV Academy said in a statement that it was withdrawing the International Emmy Founders Award “in light of recent events”.

More Spacey Controversy

The BBC News has uncovered more allegations of sexual misconduct.

US filmmaker Tony Montana claims he was gropeFilm director Montana told Radar Online that he was in his thirties when the incident took place at the Coronet Bar in LA. by the actor in a Los Angeles bar in 2003.  Montana says he was left with PTSD for six months after he claims Spacey “forcefully” grabbed his crotch.

Mexican actor Roberto Cavazos, who acted in several plays at the theater, claims Spacey “routinely preyed” on young male actors. “It seems the only requirement was to be a male under the age of 30 for Mr Spacey to feel free to touch us,” he wrote in a Facebook post.  He said he fended off two “unpleasant” advances from Spacey that “bordered on harassment,” but that others were afraid to do so. “There are a lot of us who have a ‘Kevin Spacey story’,” says Cavazos.

October 31, Michael Oreskes  The head of National Public Radio’s news department was placed on leave Tuesday after he was accused of sexual harassment by two women who claimed he made unwanted advances toward them while he worked at the New York Times nearly 20 years ago.

November 1, Six women, including actress Olivia Munn, accused director and producer Brett Ratner of sexual harassment or misconduct in a wide-ranging Los Angeles Times report. TV and film actress Natasha Henstridge told the Times that when she was 19 years old, Ratner forced her to perform oral sex on him after a party. “He physically forced himself on me,” she recalled. “At some point, I gave in and he did his thing.” Munn separately recounted Ratner masturbating in front of her in a film-set trailer and later sexually harassing her with verbal come-ons. “It feels as if I keep going up against the same bully at school who just won’t quit,” Munn told the Times. “You just hope that enough people believe the truth and for enough time to pass so that you can’t be connected to him anymore.” Four other women recalled incidents in which Ratner made aggressive sexual overtures, including propositioning for sex in a bathroom or his trailer. Ratner, through a lawyer, denied all of the claims.

The Weinstein wind sweeps up Kevin Spacey. Other men are slow to come forward.


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Anthony Rapp

Hollywood is shaken and stirred .The Harvey Weinstein blow back ,is REAL!   

The latest person to come forward is stage and screen star Anthony Rapp.  Some might know him from several films including “Rent” Rapp is currently starring in CBS’s “Star Trek Discovery”

A few days ago Anthony Rapp alleged in an interview with  BuzzFeed that actor Kevin Spacey picked him up, put him on his bed and “was trying to get with me sexually”   back in 1986, when Rapp was 14 years old. Rapp added that one day he met with a lawyer to discuss possible legal action, who told him there was no case worth pursuing.

This is significant statement. Sexual harassment has been a part of Hollywood since its inception.  If you worked in Hollywood the sexual maze is just one of the obstacles.  Its a small community.    Many agents, managers, sent clients on meetings with known sexual predators, known pedophiles  hoping for the best.  If your an attorney and want to continue to work in Hollywood, you look away.  A complaint against a successful, actor, director, screenwriter, casting agent, could limit his ability to earn in Hollywood.

Today, there are many in Hollywood, fearful of  retribution.  Many are in a holding mode, waiting to see if what blow back if any. those who came forward may face .

In response, to Anthony Rapp  accounting.  Spacey said he didn’t remember the encounter, given the incident was alleged to have occurred 30 years ago, but added… “if I did behave then as he describes, I owe him the sincerest apology for what would have been deeply inappropriate drunken behavior …   This was followed by an earth shattering  announcement.  Like Ricky Martin’s and Barry Manilow , Kevin Spacey tells the world he is gay man. 

2pm Monday October 30, 2017. Netflix Cancelled Kevin Spacey’s “House of Cards”

Male victims of sexual harassment are slow to speak

Terry Crews tweeted about his fear of being – quote, unquote – “ostracized” if he pursued any further action against an executive that he said groped him last year. James Van Der Beek – when he said he’d been groped many times as a young actor, tweeted that, quote, “there’s a power dynamic that feels impossible to overcome.”

Male victims, like female victims felt like, if I speak up, then I’m going to pay the price for this.

Is the public ready to hear Corey Feldman?

 

Corey Feldman and Todd Bridges tales of rape of molestation was downplayed many years ago .  Both were on a downward spiral and perhaps were dismissed by many because of their documented issues of substance abuse. Corey Feldman told the Hollywood Reporter that he and Corey Haim were repeatedly molested as child stars.  Todd Bridges of Different Strokes fame said he was molested by his male publicist when he was 11.   

As recently as 2016, Feldman  testified to The Hollywood reporter that he and Corey Haim were repeatedly molested as child stars.

“All these men were all friends,” Feldman said of the perpetrators. “Ask anybody from our group of kids at that time. They were passing us back and forth to each other.”

Feldman has said Haim’s experience was worse. “He had more direct abuse than I did,” he told The Hollywood Reporter. “With me, there were some molestations, and it did come from several hands, so to speak, but with Corey, his was direct rape.”

In his book, Feldman writes that Haim was raped at age 11 on the set of the 1986 film “Lucas,” which co-starred up-and-comers Charlie Sheen and Winona Ryder.

“The man who had stolen his innocence,” Feldman writes, “ . . . walks around now, one of the most successful people in the entertainment industry, still making money hand over fist.”

For legal reasons, Feldman says he cannot name names. “Unfortunately California conveniently enough has a statute of limitations that prevents that from happening,”

Today, in light of the Weinstein wind, he says he will name, names. However he needs to raise 10 million dollars where he would name names in the movie.

No Movies About Pedophilia in Hollywood

In 2014, director Amy Berg struggled to find distribution for “An Open Secret,” her documentary about rampant pedophilia in Hollywood. For her 2006 doc “Deliver Us From Evil,” uncovering the very same crimes in the Catholic Church, Berg won an Oscar nomination.

 In 2014, SAG-AFTRA threatened to sue Berg over “An Open Secret” unless she cut all references to the union’s Young Performers Committee, along with most of her interview with one of Hollywood’s most vocal watchdogs. It’s clear why SAG-AFTRA was alarmed: In her doc, Berg reveals that convicted child molesters still openly work in Hollywood, with children, today.

 

Berg stood up to SAG-AFTRA, but unsurprisingly, her film never gained traction — no streaming service, no cable outlet would pick it up. “An Open Secret” — a pirated, pre-commercial version — appeared on YouTube, where it has since racked up over one million views.  

 

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He blabbed about their secret and she tried to mow him down in her Mercedes Benz


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Photo: Palm Beach County Sheriff’s Office

This story has the ingredients to fill a segment on “Jerry Springer”

“Ready”

Jupiter Florida mom AND Mercedes Benz owner. 58 year old Kathleen Regina Davis

HAD an affair with her daughters husband !  Yes, Yess Yessssss

Her 33 year old son in law (soon to be EX) told her daughter of the affair!

Kathleen wants him to DIE!

She blames him for ruining her relationship with her daughter and she is beyond mad!

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Someone is in denial

On Sept 20th 

She drove to his Crestdale Street home and allegedly tossed several eggs at his residence and vehicles.

Pissed!

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When the Palm Beach Gardens police arrived, they saw Mommy in law driving in circles in the front yard of the house while attempting to hit her former lover with her Mercedes.

He told police he was nearly hit by the Mercedes “multiple times”

I wanted to run him over and I wanted him to DIE!!! is what Kathleen told Police.

Davis is facing a charge of aggravated assault with a deadly weapon without intent to kill and was released from the Palm Beach County Jail on Sept. 22 after posting a $3,000 bond.

 

This sounds perfect for the ID channel

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Murder by Mercedes 

Mercedes Dearest?

Bent by da Benz? 

These are all lame, So will end here.

Your Welcome

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Sex in the cornfields: The agony and ecstasy of dating at a strict Christian college


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We knew next to nothing about sex, except that it was a sin outside of marriage. So we kept our pleasures secret

By: Dan Rousseau/Salon.com

The Indiana corn weaves like a maze of chastity. My girlfriend, Becca, and I are driving in my black Subaru Forester, hunting for a solitary space. I am a sophomore in college and am studying the Bible in hopes of entering the ministry. My left hand dictates the steering wheel, while my right hand is clasped to Becca’s manicured fingers. A double-looped, olive scarf and a single chestnut braid contrast her blue eyes, dilated juniper berries that have been expertly framed.

Our relationship began in high school. Although her allure lay somewhere beyond my league, she, the graceful cheerleading captain, and I, the mop-headed metal drummer, found an immediate Eros — one that remains clothed and censored by burgeoning, Christian morals.

Now, we drive as college mates, best friends and eager lovers. There is necking and driving, reckless passion born of young frontal lobes. Our relationship needs a hidden roadside without an audience, where we won’t make love but will dream of doing so. And in the process, press upon ingrained religious and physical boundaries.

It is early October, and the dry cornstalk still stands. Time-worn, dirt roads are masked by seven-foot plants. We would like the vegetation to hide us while we enjoy the back seat, but it only masks the oncoming traffic: Farmers in ancient pick-ups appear out of nowhere, flash their headlights and roll down their windows. “You kids OK?”

I am wary of authoritative eyes in the harvest and the lips that call nakedness shame. My staunch, self-induced morality whispers, “Sex is reserved for the shadows.”

I am reminded of a juvenile angst.

It was a midnight high wire act: arms out for balance, white socks moved heel to toe. Wide pupils were focused on the stair railing to my right, and fretful ears were fixed on the copper hinges on my parent’s bedroom door. The maple floorboards were bubbled, and my twelve-year-old stride activated a creak. It echoed. I froze, then wrenched my neck to the head of the hall and listened for movement. The air sat still. My pastor father and stay-at-home mother remained asleep.

I considered my sixth grade English class and Poe’s light-footed night stalker. But I was not on a murderous search for The Tell Tale Heart — I was a libido-driven, fuzz-stached pre-teen in search of late-night cable boobs.

My family had just moved to the Chicago suburbs from North Carolina. This was my seventh house. Preacher’s families are often blown about the country, tossing God’s Word to the common-people, and receiving a free month of HBO with each new city.

I crept down the stairs, back hunched, knees bent — attempting to lower my center of gravity. Our yellow lab, Caleb, named from the Hebrew for “dog,” met me at the ground floor. His tail swayed in anticipation of play; dull claws scratched at linoleum. I pinched his muzzle with my right hand. “Not now,” I whispered. The dog’s brow tilted backward. He let out a muted whimper, promising silence. In sympathy, I let him follow me to the beige-carpeted living room, a companion in the carnal exploration.

The television’s cathode tubes hid behind a forty-inch square of black, bowed glass and rested on a two-foot, red oak cabinet. For months, the TV had prodded my budding hormones. I wasted days by flipping through channels, looking for skin. I would spend a half-hour viewing “He-Man and the Masters of the Universe,” trying to will the gold-plated bra off of Teela: the long-legged, red-haired Captain of the Royal Guard. I would change the channel to “The Cosby Show” and feel palpable tension between myself and Denise Huxtable, portrayed by the tempting Lisa Bonet. The dreadlocked renegade sported extra-large, cable knit sweaters, leaving everything but her high cheekbones to the imagination.

Conjectured pictures moved in my head: The bare chest of Eve from my Illustrated Children’s Bible was plastered over Teela’s sultry hips — all of this capped by a Huxtable smile. Using the thin, grey remote, I powered the television, expecting to find my fantasy girl gyrating on late-night, premium-cable porn.

The erotic light of channel 501 swallowed the space, and my thumb pressed mute. A pale, blonde female security guard sat alone in a surveillance room: naked. She monitored a video feed of a masked, shirtless burglar. I had seen protruding abdominals like his before on the glistening, blue body of Captain Planet. I stared, bewildered as the woman massaged her tight, left nipple and caressed her inner thigh with petite, red-tipped fingers. She bit at her lower lip with the same euphoric agony as a kid lusting after a Ken Griffey Jr. rookie card — “1989 Upper Deck, oh baby!”

I was uncertain as to what the woman was doing or trying to do. But the longer I looked, the warmer I felt. My senses clouded, chest trembled and muscles clenched. My left hand was urged to the fly of my baseball-print pajama pants. A sudden wetness was accompanied by dream-like ecstasy, then a return to perspective with my pulse’s decrescendo.

I powered off the television. There was blackness. I could feel Caleb’s warm pant against my left hip. The dog’s eyes shone green and inserted regret. The experience was unknown and therefore was sin.

Becca winces and my perspective is pulled back to the present car-ride, “You’re crushing my hand.” I apologize and blame a pent-up libido. She leans her shoulders toward the passenger window and fixates on the moonlit fields. “You only care about the physical stuff.” My fingers move to her denim-covered knee, a safer spot to prove a gentle agape.

I speak to her backlit silhouette, “I’m sorry. It’s this place. This school. They make it impossible.”

Taylor University’s 40-foot brick bell tower rises like a stalk from the Indiana corn. The bell tower is split into two columns which meet at a head: a symbol of the integration of faith and learning. The 2,000 students are deeply committed, evangelical Christians. The community is tight and secluded; the campus sits in the middle of a 4,000-resident farm town. In this place, which boasts of conservative roots, there is vocal guilt attached to sex: “Should it actually feel good?”

The wing where I live houses 60 men. Our pleasures are secret. I’ve only seen alcohol here once, have never heard porn through the concrete walls but have a hunch the guy two doors down smoked pot when he went home last weekend. Sin is obsessed upon.

We have a masturbation jar. Each time you get your rocks off, you must stuff a dollar in the jar. God is watching. The jar fills fast. I don’t think they do this at state colleges. A buddy of mine says its alright in God’s eyes to masturbate to inanimate objects, “Just don’t lust after girls.” He’s never kissed one.

Taylor’s academic reputation is strong, but so are its rules. In the 1960s, a handbook was constructed of promoted, Godly conduct, and of restricted behaviors that might lead to sin. The University officials who penned the work named it after Dietrich Bonhoeffer’s book, “Life Together.” Bonhoeffer, a radiant theologian, was hanged by the Nazis for planning an assassination of Adolf Hitler and reportedly died a virgin. He showed no regret in missing out on sex, claiming to have lived a full life — although a sexual summary is an unfair judge of the honest man.

Upon signing the Life Together Covenant, students agree to refrain from the following behaviors: dancing, lying, profanity, drinking, smoking, premarital sex, involvement with pornography, homosexual relationships and immodest dress, among others. Refusal to sign the covenant may result in expulsion. While consensus might agree that abstinence, or moderation, from some of the aforementioned actions could promote physical, emotional and spiritual well-being, there is a loss of critical thought in the removal of a student’s free choice to act on, or refrain from, “sin.”

Like an authoritative parent, the University’s sexual mistrust is layered. Dorms are categorized by gender. Men and women are allowed in one another’s rooms twice a week, for four hours. Resident Assistants troll the hallways during visiting hours, like nurses in a psych ward, making sure all lights are on and all doors are open. There is plenty of flirting, but no way to act on it.

Raging hormones are repressed to the backs of minds, where they are interpreted as guilt.

The young women are told that having sex is as painful as labor, while the men place the vagina on an ivory pedestal, of sorts: “I’m going to rail her on our wedding night.” In a community so focused on not having sex, there is much lost in the beautiful intricacies of learning to appreciate the soul and body of a loving partner.

Each fall, the school devotes a week to sexual education. The week’s festivities are referred to as “Sex in the Cornfields.” Men and women fill separate auditoriums where speakers romanticize celibacy before marriage, and outline, via animated PowerPoint slides, ways to reduce and quit masturbation. The term “sex” is thrown around as a ubiquitous catch-all for promiscuous sin, but is never defined. Thus, the sexually illiterate evangelical students develop operational definitions of sex based on their childhood and teenage experiences.

In an effort to define sex, I call upon my own late night, cable-enhanced sixth-grade exploration.

Elementary school sex education videos taught me how to hide a random erection: “Here’s a cool tip, carry your books in front of your penis.” These same tapes showed cartoon testes, with bug-eyed sperm swirling about, chomping at the bit to reach the woman’s high-cheeked, Maybellined egg.

I was twelve and, for two years, had been waiting for a chance to examine real semen, to watch my sperm bounce like guppies. The opportunity had finally arisen. There I stood, dog at my side, holding a fresh, albeit fast-cooling, sample in my pants.

I moved to the kitchen, and trod a wide gate to keep the sperm in place. This was a sleuth mission — the Pink Panther theme song crept from the corners of my subconscious. My parent’s bedroom lay above. The white pantry door was ajar, so it opened with a breath of a push. I scanned past the canned soup, most of it split pea, then found the plastic sandwich bags sitting atop a wire shelf. My hand plucked a bag from the cobalt, cardboard box. This was followed by a soft close of the door. The brass knob’s click was consumed by the darkness.

My sly legs moved to the staircase. I exhorted a whisper at the rustling dog: “Caleb, stay. You’re too loud.” He obeyed and watched me climb toward manhood. I avoided the middle of each step, where the bare wood was likely to groan.

The second-floor hall was as I left it: serene. Although I figured the Holy Ghost and his judging eyes were planted in a dim corner. I slid into my room and flipped the snow-white light switch on. Not wanting to waste precious time, I turned the plastic bag inside out, as I was accustomed to doing when picking Caleb’s poop from the neighbor’s lawn, and reached into the front of my pants. I pulled out a hoard of creamed, buried treasure. With surgical efficiency, I flipped and sealed the bag.

Several thousand loose baseball cards, stacked in eighteen-inch piles atop my honey-cedar desk, were swept to make room for the semen sample. I then rummaged my closet, whose cramped, carpeted floor ramped above the staircase. My hands dug through die-cast cars, a stiff catcher’s mitt, once-lost math worksheets and a battery powered X-wing starfighter; liquid freeze pops, American Girl doll glasses, stale tightie whities and a “Check yes if you like me” note. Then the all-powerful semen-deducing tool emerged: a Wendy’s-brand, Peter Pan magnifying glass.

My eye almost touched the glass, turning it into a monocle of sorts. As the first person to examine my semen, all observations were noted as discoveries. The initial revelation pertained to color. I’d been under the impression that semen was bleach white, but it was more of a linen with a hint of French vanilla. I wondered if my blonde hair affected my semen color. The second detection was of odor. The viscous sample smelled of must — not unlike mildewed baseball pants; I considered a washed uniform to be bad luck. I thereupon became statuesque, with pupils focused on a centimeter-wide portion of the specimen. My eyes were fishing for sperm. In held breath and wishful thought — I swore I saw one move.

A roadside clearing jogs my mind back to the meandering path beside Taylor University. I turn onto a rocky, dim road and ask Becca if she can see any houses. Her vision is better than mine, “I think there’s a house way up there, but it could be a silo. Nothing to worry about. Just pull off here.” I slow the car. Weeds whip beneath the tires. I cut the engine; I turn the lights off. We coincide a sigh and sit for a moment, listening to the wind against the windows. I turn and lean to kiss her, but my seatbelt impedes my progress. She unlocks the belt, then climbs from her chair.

We lay in the backseat, stuck to faux leather, our desires enhanced by the full moon. I am focused on her eyes — not the world outside. She reaches for my jeans.

Suppressed longing escapes.

Fog rises.

A heavy thud hits the passenger side window.

“Oh, shit.”

I force my body off of Becca, hitting my head on the glass moon-roof. She groans, “Your knee is in my crotch.” I look to the window, ready to appease an angry farmer. But all I see is a cud-chewing, flared-nosed, voyeuristic cow — sent by God to protect my virginity. We laugh, re-assume the upright position, turn the car back on and meander beneath the moon.

Dan Rousseau is a Philadelphia-based writer and MA candidate in Writing Studies at Saint Joseph’s University. He holds a degree in psychology from Taylor University in Upland, IN, and has worked in behavioral psychology through the Institute for Behavior Change.

Gonorrhea could become incurable, Sweden warned


Gonorrhea could become incurable, Sweden warned

The number of gonorrhea infections reported in Sweden has increased yet again, at the same time as experts warn that a strain could become incurable

The Local

New statistics from Sweden’s Public Health Agency (Folkhälsomyndigheten) show that by November 2016 1,625 gonorrhea cases had been reported in the country last year, compared to 1,535 during the same time period the year before.

That’s despite safe sex campaigns, and Swedish doctors previously highlighting that the number of gonorrhea infections had more than double in the decade between 1995 and 2015.

“There are several factors which have contributed to the growth. One of them is that more cases are detected now because access to tests has increased since ordering them online was made possible,” Folkhälsomyndigheten’s Elin Jacobsson told The Local.

“Gonorrhea has lived in the shadow of chlamydia somewhat, which is the most common STD in Sweden, but since a few years back both chlamydia and gonorrhea can be detected by the same test.”

The number of people taking the combined test for chlamydia and gonorrhea in Sweden increased by 20 percent in 2015, leading to 390,000 testing themselves that year, up from 330,000 in 2014. Test numbers for 2016 are not yet available.

Folkhälsomyndigheten believes that awareness about the disease may still be too low, and also sees decreasing condom use in Sweden as a concern.

“The number of cases of gonorrhea reported was generally low for a long time, which means that awareness about the infection could be low. It’s very important that people who have unprotected sex are offered tests and discussions about condom use,” Jacobsson explained.

“Condom usage is too low in Sweden: it has dropped since the 80s and 90s when the fear of HIV was high. Chlamydia is not perceived as similarly serious, and as a result of that the incentive to use condoms isn’t as high. We also know that the number of sexual partners during a lifetime has increased and people don’t always make a rational risk assessment,” she added.

The most common way for gonorrhea to spread is through sex without a condom, though it can also spread through oral sex. The average age bracket of those infected in 2016 was 28-29, the majority of whom were men.

Both gonorrhea and chlamydia can lead to reduced fertility if not treated. And a real concern is that the current antibiotic treatments could stop working, leading to strains of gonorrhea becoming incurable.

“The increase is worrying because it could become incurable as multiresistant bacteria grows. For one kind of gonorrhea in particular there is currently only one kind of antibiotic which can cure it,” Jacobsson warned.

“People are actively looking for new antibiotics, but we could end up in a situation where the cure which exists stops working.”

In Sweden, gonorrhea and chlamydia are subject to the country’s law for communicable disease control (smittskyddslagen), which means anyone who suspects being infected is required to get a test.

Symptoms include a burning sensation when urinating and bloody or red and swollen eyes.