Grab Them by the Pussy

I’ve done my best as DMM to stay away from politics, but Trump’s recent “scandal” has brought things into my wheelhouse. Just so you know, I really don’t care who wins. I live in Massachusetts, which means my Electoral College votes will be going to Secretary Clinton regardless of how I vote (we need a system that wasn’t designed for 18th century America!), so the course of the presidential campaign is nothing more than an amusing aside for me. More important is the Mass ballot question legalizing marijuana! As far as the race for president goes, if Clinton wins, congress will block anything she wants to do and we’ll drift along with business as usual; if Trump wins, congress will block anything he wants to do and with any luck he’ll break the government to a degree that we’ll finally have to seriously consider fixing it. Basically, as I see it, we’ve got a big fat lose-lose situation on our hands. Sigh…

Regardless of all that, we’re currently being inundated by some lewd comments The Donald made a decade ago. As a woman, I’m not the least bit bothered by anything he said. Maybe I’ve been inured to such things by my secret life as a smut peddler, but I suspect if this cropped up 4 years ago (before I got so involved in porn) I would have just shrugged and chalked it up to boys being boys. Given that, what is really bothering about this scandal is the overblown media reaction to it.

Never have I seen so much appalled pearl-clutching over something so innocuously juvenile. Of course, much of this shocked approbation is motivated by political expediency and/or a drive for ratings. If I had only seen the reaction, I would have assumed a video surfaced of Trump raping a gay puppy while Ivanka pissed in his mouth and Melania butt-fucked him with a rolled up copy of the Constitution. From where I’m sitting, Donald was talking about trying to score with a married woman and saying that when you’re famous women will pretty much let you do whatever you want – such as walking up and grabbing them by the pussy. Nothing there that I find the least bit shocking or untrue.

Paul Ryan was “sickened” by the comments. Jeb Bush found them “reprehensible.” Hillary Clinton declared what he said as “horrific.” Seriously? Lewd, vulgar, crude – sure, but horrific? Puh-lease. I’m even more disturbed by the media equating his words to sexual assault. This does nothing but devalue the atrocious nature of actual sexual assault and trivializes its victims. “Locker room” talk feels like an apt description of what I heard. Put a hot mic on any two guys and within an hour and I suspect you’ll hear something just as bad or worse. Imagine if ten years ago you recorded some casual private banter between Donald Trump and Bill Clinton. What a wild dick measuring exchange that would be!

It’s not just that these reactions are ridiculously inflated, but on a personal level it makes me keenly aware of what kind of criticism I would face if my secret identity were ever discovered by friends and family. It’s easy to forget how squeamish people are about sex while inside this perverted bubble we’ve created for ourselves. If the world is so horrified by Trump’s candid comments, we’d all be burned at the stake if folks heard the kinds of things we talk about. Instead of scaring me away from all this, it instead makes me all the more grateful for this sickening, reprehensible, horrific refuge we share with one another.

The main lesson here, however, is that I’ll never be able to run for president! Thank God!

U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A!

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