Spitefucking Ann Coulter

We’re being honest here, right?

The last time I saw her on TV, all I could think was, “man, she needs to get fucked in an unlubed ass for 45 minutes straight. By me.”

Sometimes men and women have rotten fantasies, people.

Sorry if that offends you. You keep jerking off to that warm, caring woman who fluffs your pillow for you and makes you muffins.

I’ve got Ann Coulter’s tight ass in my head.

That damn well better be a hypo-allergenic pillow made with the down of free-range geese that died of natural causes and an organic bran muffin made with grain harvested on a no-till farm that gives its profits to battered woman shelters, you sick fuck!!!

If you can’t have twisted domination fantasies about Ann Coulter, who can you have them about?
Hell, I’d strap a saddle on her and ride her around the room a few times, and I’m straight.

Well I’m thinking Hillary Clinton. There’s a bitch that need to get fishy twat screwed so she can learn to shut the fuck up and perhaps stay in the damn kitchen. I’m also thinking Michael Moore. But then I had to puke. Perhaps we can just skip the foreplay and put a Nagan to the back of his head. This Ward Churchill fellow sounds like he could do with a few kicks in the gonads too. Kofi Annan? Yup. Fucked in the ass by a big black motherfucker of African descend, or why not two. Susan Sontag? Well she’s fortunately dead. But somebody ought to dig her up and fuck her skull. I recon a few Arabs would like to gang rape Ayaan Hirsh Ali.

Now that’s the spirit.

I know I’ve said this before…

But I know someone who has dated her and (presumably)…you know…

He said in hindsight she’s not a woman you wish to anger.

I’m completely convinced she’s got the world’s best con game going. To steal from Slashdot:

  1. Write far-out right-wing reactionary dribble.
  2. Sell shoveloads of manure to clueless right-wing audience.
  3. Profit!!!

Sorry, no thanks to both. Coulter is too skinny - can’t stand bony hips, and those skinny little arms - ew.

And Martha would make me get up right afterwards to change the sheets.

Regards,
Shodan

Er, from whom, exactly? Pancho Villa? Raging Alaskan Inuits? Siberian hunters?

Or do you mean from all those missiles pointed at the US that our inoperative but operational Ground Based Interceptor is totally incapable of intercepting?

Stranger

Would you make her squeal like a pig?

Stranger

Here’s the thing. She’s bar pretty at best. The kind of gal that looks good in the dark pub lighting after some beers. Next time she’s on TV take a good look at her face. She’s got so much make-up on her face to get her to look almost pretty you’d think it’s Bondo.

I simply cannot condone what the OP and many others are advocating here. I only ever make love to a womyn in an environment free of aggression, coercion and the evil authoritarian phallocentric patriarchal value system. We do this in our love room, on a yoga mat surrounded by scented candles (after invoking the four sacred directions and then calling on the god and goddess within). Naturally, I can only ever get an erection after I apologize for the millennia of wrong that my gender has brought to this sacred mother earth.

It would seem to me, and I want to be clear that I am not judging here, that the OP and many other posters may want to seek some holistic healing so that they can shed this disease process that has infected them. Please understand, I only suggest this because I have been there. I know just how easy it is to become infected by this unbalanced society and how much work it can take to overcome millions of years of successful evolution and finally act as if you have no penis.

I am here for you, my brothers, if you ever want a shoulder to cry on.

Thank you, Binarydrone.

At last I have been healed from the wound left by my father’s abandonment when I was three. He deserted us to pursue a tawdry affair with a transgendered mime, leaving my mother to raise us on her scanty wages as a cocktail waitress and part-time dominatrix.

Finally, I am in touch with my Inner Weenie.

Regards,
Shodan

Pic?

No accounting for taste, I guess. But I find Coulter about as attractive as Mr Ed. And no, I have no sexual fantasies involving equines…

The subject of copulation with AC has been discussed here before. IIRC, the concensus position was that there would be little satisfaction to be had in performing the generative act into a cloaca.

Excuse me.

Consensus.

I’ve never understood the whole “spitefuck” thing as a pure act of hatred if the act is consensual. My hypothesis is either you’re fundamentally a rapist or you really, deeply want the fuckee and can’t admit it to yourself.

Sorry, but you’re either suggesting criminal deviance or deeply-repressed Coultersexuality.

I hear what you are saying, Loopydude, the poor OP is still caught up in the “penis as power” paradigm. We can only hope that with our nurturing support and understanding that he will eventually come to realize that the mere act of penetration is aggressive and wrong. I yearn for the day when all of our brothers can come to see that, but I fear that this day will be a long time in dawning.

Still, those folks that have the correct view (such as you or I) must be undaunted in doing our part and speaking out (in a supportive way, naturally) when confronted with desires that are the product of this dysfunctional society.

I love it when people respond to an open statement as though they are reading some subtle subtext.

I’m very proud of you for being able to infer what I stated so plainly. Besides I am not a rapist, I am sure she will more than happily consent if it means I’ll take the gun away from her head.

Erek