I suppose it could be seen as a selfless act - to give enhanced pleasure whilst tonguing one's partner's bits. Or an act of oppression - choose me, choose me, the pierced tongue declares - look at what this can do for you. Given the continuing state of Patriarchy and predominantly male-controlled wealth, it is likely that the sexual bits in question will be of the male variety, and the pierced tongue will belong to a woman. Indeed, Wiki informs me that having a tongue piercing is unpopular amongst men. Presumably, heterosexual men.
So, how does one detect that someone has had their tongue pierced, if they don't stick their tongue out at you, either in a spirit of insult or enticement? Simple. They don't talk proper. They can't talk proper. They slur. They sound a little bit pissed. If they wish to disguise the piercing, say at a job interview, or during an appearance on the Andrew Marr show, they keep the lips closed, like someone trying to hide bad teeth. Then there's the halitosis and the permanently coated tongue.
Really, not a good look for the Labour Party. Here's another one, courtesy of mr verge:
Christ Almighty, there is no tongue, no rant, no epic of rancid-bitter disillusionment can tell my loathing of people like the Dimblebys. Heads on spikes, innards fed to dogs, limbs dispatched to the ends of the Earth. It doesn't come near.
Funny, how when Russia Today fires the odd counterblast at GlobaCorp's tethered media fellatrice it is howled down as propagandist lies; it may well be editorially pro-Russian, it may well, and it does, further engorge the bank balance of socialist manque,
WHAT A PRAT.
A PERSONALITY CULT FOR THE UNWARY.
With Tearful Tommy Sheridan, Galloway and his vanity have destroyed the Left in this country, probably for ever. Shame on him, shame on his voters, Tom, Dick and Ahmed.
There is an at-tipping-point yin and yang see-sawing between the PBC and it's funders, the audience. People want to believe the best of it, for - somehow - it still claims to represent both them and a sunny, virtuous pastureland of British values which, if it ever existed, was ploughed-up, poisoned and concreted-over by my gobby generation. People want to believe the best of the PBC yet the daily-growing mountain of evidence is that it represents only vice, degeneracy and greed, is a rogues' gallery of squalid, filthy self-interest.
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