Toronto Diary
1 min

Killer cock

Despite what you might think, I do usually try and run with the leads people send me, unless it’s blatant self-promotion. In which case . . . seriously, this isn’t free ad space. Give me something to work with here.

Anyway, someone very generously sent me a link to images from Luka Magnotta’s BadPuppy appearance, and . . . well, honestly, maybe I’m just being picky, but there’s something about ritualistically murdering a person, disassembling them, and then running to Europe that just kills my boner.

I mean, if it weren’t for that, I would be all over him. I don’t know what it is about him: his cold, lifeless, unfeeling eyes, the face and lips that look like they were reconstructed with only the faintest knowledge of human anatomy, or maybe it’s just the overall vibe of pathological opportunism, but I would flip that around like a two-minute steak.

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