I've sometimes thought of dolphins in impure ways, read accounts of dolphin rape, not with disgust or even morbid curiosity, but out of investigative ardor, taking notes on what it seemed attracted the attention of the overly amorous dolphins. I'd like to one day make an interspecies love match with one of those fine friendly porpoise's. The bruises would be worth it. Much like the question about eating human flesh . . . I just don't see why I wouldn't want to have sex with a dolphin. I mean, oddly, having sex with a lot of other animals holds no appeal. Dogs? nah. Horses? gross. But dolphins. It seems so . . . right.
I warned you, people.
You thought I was crazy, but I warned you.
"All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident."