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"FacebookPinterest\n\nIn the August 2005 issue of GQ, Sedaris explores our country's social strata and finds out not that much separates us, at all.\n\nAn excerpt from the story:\n\n_\n\nBy the time I got to my sister's, it was dark. I poured myself a scotch, and then, like always, Amy brought out a few things she thought I might find interesting. The first was a copy of The Joy of Sex, which she'd found at a flea market and planned to leave on the coffee table the next time our father visited. \"What do you think he'll say?\" she asked. It was the last thing a man would want to find in his daughter's apartment\u2014that was my thought, anyway\u2014but then she handed me a magazine called New Animal Orgy, which was truly the last thing a man would want to find in his daughter's apartment. This was an old issue, dated 1974, and it smelled as if it had spent the past few decades in the dark, not just hidden but locked in a chest and buried underground.\n\n\"Isn't that the filthiest thing you've ever seen in your life?\" Amy asked, but I found myself too stunned to answer. The magazine was devoted to two major stories\u2014photo essays, I guess you could call them. The first involved a female cyclist who stops to rest beside an abandoned windmill and seduces what the captions refer to as \"a stray collie.\"\n\n\"He's not a stray,\" Amy said. \"Look at that coat\u2014you can practically smell the shampoo.\"\n\nThe second story was even sadder and concerned a couple of women named Inga and Bodil, who stimulate a white stallion using first their hands and later their tongues. It was supposedly the luckiest day of the horse's life, but if the sex was really that good, you'd think he would stop eating or at least do something different with his eyes. Instead he just went about his business, acting as if the women were not there. On the next page, he's led into the bedroom, where he stands on the carpet and stares dumbly at the objects on the women's dresser: a hairbrush, an aerosol can turned on its side, a framed photo of a woman holding a baby. Above the dresser was a curtainless window, and through it could be seen a field leading to a forest of tall pines.\n\nAmy leaned closer and pointed to the bottom of the picture. \"Look at the mud on that carpet,\" she said, but I was way ahead of her.\n\n\"Number one reason not to blow a horse in your bedroom,\" I told her, though it was actually much farther down the list. Number four, maybe, the top slots being reserved for the loss of dignity, the invitation to disease, and the off chance that your parents might drop by.\n\nOnce again the women stimulate the horse to an erection, and then they begin to pleasure each other\u2014assuming, I guess, that he will enjoy watching. This doesn't mean they were necessarily lesbians\u2014not any more than the collie was a stray\u2014but still, it gave me pause, forced me to think of the cabdriver. \"I am not like you,\" I had told him. Then, half an hour later, here I was: a glass in one hand and, in the other, a magazine picturing two naked women making out in front of a stallion. Of course, the circumstances were a bit different. I was drinking scotch instead of whiskey. This was a magazine rather than a video. I was with my sister, and we were just two decent people having a laugh. Weren't we?"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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