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The Negress got on the stage and flung a quilt and a half dozen
pillows on the floor. While she arranged them, another girl
began masturbating the Irish setter. The black broad put several
pillows where her head would rest and in the spot where her
black butt would be raised. She lay down and got into position,
spreading her legs, and a girl led the dog into position. That
copper-toned setter knew what the score was. He sure did. Right
away the dog crawled on the black piece and she helped him,
guiding his pointed peter into her cunny-box. He began banging
away on her, acting like he hadn't had a piece in months. Maybe
he hadn't!

That Irish setter really enjoyed his chocolate mama, and while
he worked her, his paws lying across her shoulders, she held him
with her legs and with her arms around his waist. That setter
did her just like a man would and people in the audience really
snapped the pictures. How they got them developed is a mystery
to me. Remember, this was before the Polaroid. Of course, I
suppose many of them did their own developing or else knew
someone who did.

About this time, another girl, rather short and dark-haired and
with the cutest little ass I've ever seen - I guess she was
about fourteen  strapped on a small dildo and actually tried to
have anal relations with the setter. But she couldn't get the
imitation peter in. She stopped very suddenly when the animal
stopped his screw movements and turned and growled at her. But
you couldn't blame the dog for not wanting to be jammed in the
can with a rubber or leather phallus. I certainly wouldn't want
to be.

A man sitting next to me nudged me in the ribs. "S'help me, I
think that's a lousy way to treat a dog. By God! It's indecent!"

Later, we didn't think so much of the Irish setter. He was a
'one-shot' dog - seems kinda silly saying that about a dog!
After he finished with the Negress the naked kids tried to get
him to do Orange-hair, but he simply wasn't interested. Several
of the girls masturbated him and toyed with his testicles, but .
. . they finally had to give up and lead him off the stage. One
might say that the setter was sexually satiated.

Two other girls rearranged the pillows and then lay down,
spreading their slim young legs. I must confess I now had an
enormous erection. I especially would have liked to have taken
on the Negress right then.

The airedales didn't have to be shown what to do; immediately
they trotted between the girls legs and began licking and
nuzzling their sweet little vulvas. The boys crawled over the
girls and began having oral-intercourse with them. In my
opinion, all those girls must have had very sore mouths.

After the boys had their orgasms, they got off the girls, and
the girls got on their knees and elbows. Each boy spread the
ass-cheeks of his girl, letting the dogs lick their red-eyes.
All the while the gals giggled and squirmed.

The audience wiggled too. I gathered from observing the anxious
faces around me that the women were about ready to explode, as
sexually excited as they could possibly get - including my wife,
whom I satisfied with hard and vigorous intercourse after we
returned to the hotel.

What did I think of the Sex Circus. Well, it certainly was
unusual. And watching it did give me and Marie ideas for new
combinations. I don't mean with animals, of course. That's just
plain nasty. But to each his own, I always say. If a man wants
to fuck a sow or a woman get sucked by a dog that's their
business - as long as the animals don't mind."

Analysis and Conclusions:

A point that the average sexologist misses is that the Circus of
Sex serves as a subtle medium of conditioned response in those
who have watched human beings cavort in seance-a-trois - with or
without animals. As we have seen, there must be a subtle
depravity that inroads itself insidiously into the Id of those
who, in the first place, would put themselves into such a
position. Moral fibre cannot help but be weakened in even normal
persons of normally-directed sexual motivation even those who,
out of sheer curiosity, go but once to a circus. That once is
often enough to cause a slow, festering cancer in the
subconscious, giving the ruthless Id the chance it seeks to
overpower the Super-ego.

We must ask: can any individual be sexually normal who attends
such a perverted circus - regardless of whether the show
involves human/animal relationships? An analysis of the sex
drives of those in attendance would no doubt be as interesting
as an intensive probe of the amorality of those who actually
participate.

We do know that a number of on-lookers are active and latent
scoptophiliacs, or, in the vulgar . . . "Peep Freaks" . . .
and/or active or latent homosexuals. But how many are latent
bestialists? There is really no way of knowing, the given number
of any given group resting, out of sheer necessity, on sheer
speculation; and it is not wise to speculate, even mildly, in
the realm of sex.

The number might be larger than what one might think, if we
could use as a yardstick of measurement the behavior of the
observers who watch a circus; unfortunately such "evidence" is
non sequitur and not admissible in the sexual court of inquiry
we are currently conducting. People might be depraved - and the
word is open to debate as used here but we must remember there
are different forms of degeneracy. One addicted to oral
intercourse does not have to be caught in the net of bestiality.
Nor does a homosexual active or latent. Nor a woman who prefers
fellatio or anal-erotic activity. "To each his own" truly
applies here. Where do we draw that so-thin line? We draw it by
saying that while the spectator of a sex circus might be
suffering from a sexual neurosis, he does not have to have the
illness of even latent bestiality.

We have mentioned the Stag Party in order that no confusion
exist between this relatively innocent amusement form and the
totally different Circus; while the former is a spring shower,
the latter is a raging hurricane. The student of these complex
matters might wonder why respectable men - a doctor . . . a
schoolteacher . . . a businessman, etc. might attend such a
Stag. We suggest, from our own observations and conclusions,
that it is all a throwback to the primitive . . . the gathering
of the males while woman stays home and takes care of kitchen
and children. At least in theory, that is what a woman is
supposed to do . . .

The male going to the Stag is actually looking for a kind of
moral companionship. Favoring the sexy and the bawdy, his is a
furtive, lonely kind of titillation.

He goes to sublimate his guilt feelings. And any product of
Christian moral philosophy, noble in its aim but unrealistic in
practice, methods and end results . . . perhaps because
Christianity insists on making men something they are not and
never can be. A noble state that can be reached only by those
fanatics content to replace facts and reality with hysterical
faith.

In general, normally-oriented people go to exhibitions of sex
for the same reason: to sublimate their subconscious feelings of
guilt, and any product of Western moral philosophy must have a
feeling of guilt. This is evidenced in their coarse behavior at
such gatherings, in their remarks which are not vulgar in the
sense that the people who voice such remarks are deliberately
trying to be obscene - no! They are merely removing the
conditioned masks of their moral personas, revealing to each
other their real selves . . . the sexual savage slumbering in
all of us. Such an aborigine of the libido even dwelt in the
"Saints." We cite here the case of Christian Ebner, who (in the
twelfth century) imagined her self to have conceived a child by
Christ after being embraced "spiritually" by Him. This "saint"
cut a cross of skin over the region of her heart and tore it off
- all of which sufficiently demonstrates her sexual desire
manifesting itself not only in delusions but in conscious
masochism.

There was St. Blaubekin, who became obsessed with the thought of
what had happened to the foreskin of Christ after it had been
removed by circumcision. This sexual psychopath ran all over
Europe looking for it an effort that was indeed wasted, for no
fewer than twelve churches in Europe to this very day
posssess, among their sacred relics, the prepuce of Jesu
Christi! But this should not surprise us, not when we learn that
until 1876 five churches possessed the five skulls of John the
Baptist. Today, Notre Dame in Paris has one - but of course, the
Vatican has the "true" skull.


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