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We had a couple over for dinner recently, and after the meal, the young lady asked if we had an Internet connection. “I’ve got to show you something,” she said. So the four of us moved from the living room to the study, started up the computer, and she logged into her online e-mail account.
As a trailblazing member of the first Internet generation, I’ve been privileged to witness some amazing things – spectacular car wrecks, snapping limbs, and public suicides among them – but this video of a woman having sex with a horse that our friend shared with us was truly fascinating.
Of course, anyone who’s used Google more than once has eventually been overcome by the same curiosity – “What results would I get if I entered woman, blowjob, horse?” – so we all know that there’s plenty of bestiality to go ‘round. What impressed me most with this particular example was the production value.
Speaking as a reformed videographer myself, I can assure you that it takes determination and hard work to transform an idea – such as a woman having sex with a horse – into an online video available for the world to enjoy. This was no strung-out meth junkie looking to score an extra ten bucks for the day’s fix, no. This was much more, “Okay, we’ll meet at the paddock at ten o’clock tomorrow morning. I’ll bring my camera; Gary, you be sure your microphone has fresh batteries; and Moonbeam, you’ll fuck the horse.”
Not every kid with a Wal-Mart guitar and a copy of Led Zeppelin IV is going to be a rock star. The same logic applies to zoophilia as well. For every well-produced woman-horse sex act video that you see on the Web, there will be a hundred more not fit to be considered prosumer quality. And for every one of those that’s successfully been encoded for digital distribution, there are many more relegated to camera original VHS-C masters tucked away on lonely double-wide trailer bookshelves (if trailers actually have bookshelves, which they most likely do not.)
Then one must ponder the fearsome reality that, for every sex act videotaped in this world, there are millions more performed without cameras rolling (if we include Paris Hilton, the math becomes incredibly complicated, so I’ve left her out of my figuring.) Ergo, it is safe to assume that as you read this, there are thousands of people fucking animals. In fact, if you’re near a barn, ranch, or trailer park right now, you may be fucking one yourself.
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