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Joe Wenderoth's The Holy Spirit of Life: Essays Written for John Ashcroft's Secret Self
Well, first off, holy crap that my library purchased this one. All hail the surreptitious liberal hotbed, Saint Louis, Missouri. Any government funded organization that sneaks in a book with an essay that includes a scene in which a gender-ambiguous Jesus Christ is "severally penetrated" in front of a crowd is worth my almost-earned tax dollars. Second, if anything was ever going to facilitate getting the image of Wenderoth repeatedly wiping his nose on his coat sleeve while he read in front of a crowd of 300 people (including myself) in Vancouver, it's Jesus on the receiving end of a mighty orgy. And I'm simply dying to read his, "Twenty Five Ways to Make Love Without Having Sex" at my next hors d'oeuvres soiree. I can almost hear the half-chewed cucumber mint finger sandwich hit the dining room wall at #22 (a personal all-time favorite of mine, and the least stomach-churning of the list) "Try heavy petting while he or she pretends to be dead."
I'm not giving up much of this one for free, you just have to go buy it. Or rent it from the library like I did. One perfect quote for you, from his essay, "Fuck Sounds in the Classroom":
"I recently sat in on a Soul music class. How strange it is to listen to SOUL music in that kind of public setting. Paralyzed, drug and alcohol free, asexual, sterile, grim laboratory, that is. And I don't mean Minnesota--I mean the auditorium the class was held in."
Oh Joe Wenderoth, you masterful ass clown, I bow before thee so you can make fun of my fat behind when you think I'm out of earshot. But know I'm always listening.
Well, first off, holy crap that my library purchased this one. All hail the surreptitious liberal hotbed, Saint Louis, Missouri. Any government funded organization that sneaks in a book with an essay that includes a scene in which a gender-ambiguous Jesus Christ is "severally penetrated" in front of a crowd is worth my almost-earned tax dollars. Second, if anything was ever going to facilitate getting the image of Wenderoth repeatedly wiping his nose on his coat sleeve while he read in front of a crowd of 300 people (including myself) in Vancouver, it's Jesus on the receiving end of a mighty orgy. And I'm simply dying to read his, "Twenty Five Ways to Make Love Without Having Sex" at my next hors d'oeuvres soiree. I can almost hear the half-chewed cucumber mint finger sandwich hit the dining room wall at #22 (a personal all-time favorite of mine, and the least stomach-churning of the list) "Try heavy petting while he or she pretends to be dead."
I'm not giving up much of this one for free, you just have to go buy it. Or rent it from the library like I did. One perfect quote for you, from his essay, "Fuck Sounds in the Classroom":
"I recently sat in on a Soul music class. How strange it is to listen to SOUL music in that kind of public setting. Paralyzed, drug and alcohol free, asexual, sterile, grim laboratory, that is. And I don't mean Minnesota--I mean the auditorium the class was held in."
Oh Joe Wenderoth, you masterful ass clown, I bow before thee so you can make fun of my fat behind when you think I'm out of earshot. But know I'm always listening.