Monday, March 02, 2009 - Lust for statues; Lust for trees; Lust for things so disturbing there aren't even Latin root words

Files from the People's Committee Against Sexual Fetishism (PCASF)
Transcript of the People vs. Cavan Terrill


PCASF: Mr. Terrill, are you familiar with the term agalmatophilia?
CT: No, I was terrible at math.
PCASF: Ladies and gentlemen of the committee, I submit for your perusal a photo of Mr. Terrill and an unknown male accomplice participating in a (air quotes) threesome (air quotes) with a statue. In public, no less.


(gasps from audience)
PCASF: Mr. Terrill, are you taking sexual advantage of a helpless statue in this picture?
CT: (shifting uncomfortably) Err...
PCASF: Mr. Terrill, I wish to remind you that your silence will be seen as an admission of guilt.
CT: (shifting uncomfortably) Err...
PCASF: Very well, let me present my next piece of evidence.
CT: (shifting uncomfortably) Err...

PCASF: Perhaps you are more familiar with the term arborphilia?
CT: Absolutely, but I've never really been afraid of going outside. Actually, I prefer to be outside if I can. You see, I really quite enjoy nature--
PCASF: (interrupting) So, you admit to being sexually attracted to trees?
CT: (shifting uncomfortably) Err...
PCASF: Is this or is this not a picture of you licking a tree?
CT: I was...ummm...intoxicated.
PCASF: YES! Intoxicated by your overwhelming desire to corrupt our innocent deciduous friends!
CT: It only happened once! Haven't you ever had too much to drink and woken up in a strange forest?!
PCASF: No, Mr. Terrill, and I believe I speak for the fine members of this committee as well. We, you see, are not sexual fetishists.
CT: (shifting uncomfortably) Err...
PCASF: I see. Not ready to confess yet? Very well, let us move on to the final piece of evidence. (turning to the crowd) Ladies and gentlemen of the committee, I urge all but the most hardened souls to turn away from this final photograph. It contains a fetish so bizarre, so utterly disturbing that no name had even been created for it yet.
(shocked gasps, a buzz of conversation emanates from the crowd)
PCASF: Ladies and gentlemen, I give you handilumbraphilia!

(shrieking, thuds as people hit the ground after fainting)
PCASF: That's right, Mr. Terrill is an unapologetic fetishist with our most intimate possessions at the center of his filthy desires -- our umbrella handles! Yes, good people, he may indeed have licked YOUR umbrella. It may have been resting in a closet, blissfully unsullied, one moment, and the next forever contaminated by the sexual urges of the man who sits before you today!
CT: (tears running down his face) Yes! I admit it! I have a fetish for all of these things!
PCASF: Aha! You admit to it!
CT: (hysterical) I'm guilty! I'm guilty!
PCASF: (pushing a paper and pen at the accused) Then sign this confession! Admit your guilt to all!
CT: (tears suddenly stopped, cradling and softly stroking pen)
PCASF: (long pause) Mr. Terrill?
CT: (suddenly flushed, staring at pen) Is this a titanium pen?
PCASF: (aside) Could it be true, another titaniupinnaphile?
CT: (looking up with longing)
PCASF: (whispering) Meet me for drinks later?

(Written for Kay's Seven Deadly Sins meme. Today's topic: lust! I'm not actually an agalmatophile. Or an arborphile. Or a handilumbraphile. I tried out titaniupinnaphilia once, but the pen got lodged somewhere and I had to go to the hospital.)


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