Fine By Me(at)

News, of a kind, from New Zealand:

Vegansexuals are people who do not eat any meat or animal products, and who choose not to be sexually intimate with non-vegan partners whose bodies, they say, are made up of dead animals…

…Many female respondents described being attracted to people who ate meat, but said they did not want to have sex with meat-eaters because their bodies were made up of animal carcasses.

Something needs to be said: Meat is sexy.

It needs to be repeated: Meat is sexy. It needs to be drilled into the minds of our children: Meat is sexy. It needs to be printed on placards and on billboards of half-naked women draped in furs: Meat is sexy.

What it comes down to, hon, is that we’re all carcasses, if in varying states of decay. And that’s why meat is sexy. When you cook — especially when you grill — meat, you demonstrate your mastery over flesh. And there’s no denying the hotness of that. When you eat meat, you show your partner just how much you enjoy flesh. And there’s no denying the hotness of that, either.

You can do what you want with a carrot on your own time, but meat is for lovers. So feel free to ignore the vegans right back. They’ll never know what they’re missing.