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LitReactor

Longtime, Sunshine/Sondheim/Sonatine.

I know, I know… I’ve been spending all my time with that time-burgling slut-mistress, LitReactor.  I think Mrs. Jabber is starting to get suspicious. I don’t know how much longer I can keep up this business trip/golf tournament/hunting weekend ruse.

But I’ve been doing great things over at ye olde reactor of lit, and I gotta tell someone about all the hot, dirty sex I’ve been having with someone who isn’t my wife. You want details, you horndogs?

-I wrote a couple columns about the Top 10 Literary Jerks of all time. It contains enough racism, sex, and violence to sate most of my regular irregular blog readers.

-I interviewed cult provocateur Dennis Cooper, author of the George Miles Cycle. If that sounds too highbrow for you, bear in mind that he writes almost exclusively about gay sociopaths, gay cannibalistic serial killers, gay rape and incest, and gay necrophilia.

-I also wrote an update on/conducted a mini-interview with MIA sci-fi author Jeff Noon. If that sounds too highbrow for you, bear in mind that his debut novel, Vurt, contains its fair share of hallucinogenic drug use, brother/sister incest, and Dogman sex.

-I also oversaw some controversial news posts that saw us being accused of sexism, racism, and fostering a literary male hegemony.

So don’t be fooled by LitReactor’s academic trappings, dear minions, we’re having a lot of fun over there. It allows me to indulge my love of all things literary, and still manage to flex my patented brand of flippant verbosity. So just like Bartles and Jaymes, I thank you for your support.

And just in case this post isn’t dirty enough to attract the usual amount of search engine traffic, I’ll be tagging it: UNDERAGE NUDITY, TEENAGE PUSSY, BESTIALITY, NAMBLA, HOT GAY SEX, and HOW TO SUCK YOUR OWN DICK.

Stay tuned, because the wife is expecting me and I’ve got a lot of horrific posts planned for thejabber. I’ll be covering such hot-button topics as homosexual African American astronauts, alien sex toys, underage teen bestiality porn, and much much more.

Incest: The Real Mystery Behind “Super 8″

Super 8 Incest

Following in the footsteps of Back to the Future, Star Wars, and other like-minded pieces of Spielbergian entertainment, Super 8 is a film with a dirty little secret at its core- INCEST. But unlike those other films, in which the secret ain’t so secret, Super 8 plays it subtle, choosing to shroud its aberrant sexuality in an air of mystery.

And it’s a better film for it. Long after the disappointment of the recycled Cloverfield monster is gone,  you’ll be all, “Wait a minute…” and suddenly you’re in love with Super 8 all over again. Forbidden love, that is, AKA the greatest love of all. (Take it away, Whitney!)

Embedding is disabled, but it’s worth clicking the link. Trust me.

Let me spell it out for the oblivious. When Louis Dainard crashes the funeral of Jackson Lamb’s wife, it isn’t solely because he feels responsible for her death- it’s because HE LOVED HER. They were having an affair, and, as you can imagine, that shit burned Jackson’s ass.

Not only that, the lovely Alice Dainard, who is the object of young Joe Lamb’s affection, is obviously a byproduct of their monkey-coupling. So you can see why Dad A and Dad B would want to keep those crazy kids as far away from each other as humanly possible. The two men hate each other as it is; neither of them wants to assume joint custody of an inbred retard baby and be forced to live out their lives like some sort of comically mismatched sitcom duo.

Need more proof? You know the scene where Alice cries while watching the filmstrip of Joe’s dead mom? That’s because IT’S HER MOTHER TOO. But she isn’t crying tears of sadness. No, those are tears of frustration. Because in that moment she begins to understand that the world will never accept the unholy love she has for her brother.

But all is not lost, for this perverted tale ends on a glimmer of hope. During the final scene, in which Joe lets go of his mother’s locket, he is really letting go of his shared lineage with Alice. They no longer have a mother, because her memory was needed to fuel a space alien’s rocket ship. The two lovebirds are flanked by their fathers, who have come to terms with being a non-gay couple raising a pair of incestuous siblings. It signifies a new era of the American family, and is a great victory for love.

At least that’s my interpretation, which is a hell of a lot more interesting than what actually happens in Man-eating E.T. Vs. The Goonies.

Stephanie Seymour Has Taken Her Love Of Her Teenage Son A Little Too Far

Stephanie Seymour incest

Stephanie Seymour is looking damn good for her age, and I’m not the only one who thinks so. Who’s the lucky (younger) man in this pic stealing a smooch and copping half a titty feel? Why, only her precocious teenage son. Top that, Angelina! Ain’t had (that) pussy since (that) pussy had him? Think again.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not judging. I mean, if that was my mom… Yowza.

SIDE NOTE: It’s funny- one in ten 70′s pornos featured this exact scenario, only with more mustache hair. (Why did so many “teenagers” have mustaches in those things? To better sweep mom’s front porch, apparently.)

SIDE NOTE TO SIDE NOTE: My previous side note reminds me of the ultimate mustache vs. muff matchup- the love scene between Donald Sutherland and Julie Christie in Nicolas Roeg‘s Don’t Look Now. Not that it has anything to do with the Seymours. Yet…

Back to the subject at hand, congratulations go out to the happy couple. I wish them all the luck in the world. Click on the above passionate grapple or the below boner for more Oedipal eye-candy. I eagerly await the inevitable sex tape.

Stephanie Seymour incest

Let momma see...

Lindsay Lohan’s Dad Totally Wants To Check Out Her Vag

From The Superficial:

Michael Lohan has yet to see the topless shots of Lindsay as Marilyn Monroe, according to Us Magazine:

“I’m not going to look at the photos — that’s my daughter!”

Hell, if she were my daughter I know I’d want to. I personally don’t see anything wrong with it. It’s like looking at naked baby pictures, only sexier (and probably less illegal.) The man claims he has no interest in the pictures, but I bet he’s already stapled them to the torso of a mannequin and given them all cute little pet names, like freckle-yams or slut-bucket. He’s probably caressing those crinkled magazine pages even as we speak, wishing he could bury his face in her luscious mammary-mounds and hide from the pain, like any normal father would.

Momma bear also seems to approve of the pictures, sending 14 year old slut-in-training Ali Lohan along to witness the proceedings. From The Superficial:

Dina felt the photos were “tastefully done” and defended Lindsay to People magazine:

“I wouldn’t have sent my 14-year-old to the set [if the shoot was in bad taste]. And obviously Lindsay wouldn’t do anything with her sister there, that was risqué.”

Frankly, I think the pictures speak for themselves.