Dildos For ICE

Many many MANY years ago, before the internet became king, I had a paper mail-order sex toys catalog from a store in Minnesota called Smitten Kitten. Apparently they are still going strong, because word comes of some activists who bought a whole box of clearance dildos there recently to throw at ICE agents and their police protection.

We were standing inside Smitten Kitten like lunatics planning the world’s dumbest coup. The place glowed like a queer cathedral built by horny anarchists. … We explained that we were bulk-buying dozens of dildos because we intended to psychologically dismantle a federal law enforcement agency at a hotel protest.

Fast forward:

The first dildo flew through the air like a rubber prophecy and skidded to a stop directly at the boots of a state trooper.

And that’s when the United States government lost its entire fucking mind.

Before anyone could even laugh properly, before a second dildo could achieve liftoff, before reality had time to process the absurdity of what had just happened, the cops panicked like Victorian men seeing an ankle.

Tear gas.

Pepper balls.

Instant chaos.

The very first rubber dick to touch government-issued leather boots triggered a full-blown chemical weapons response. That is not metaphor. That is not exaggeration. That is a literal sentence that happened in America in 2026.

The story continues:

Through my tear-blurred vision, I saw them.

The dildos.

Just sitting there.

Mocking them.

The cops stood there, choking us, shooting pepper balls at people holding noise makers and rubber penises, desperately trying to reassert dominance over pieces of silicone that had emotionally defeated them in under sixty seconds. They couldn’t pick them up. They couldn’t leave them there. They couldn’t kick them away without becoming a meme. So they did what every insecure authoritarian does when confronted with humiliation.

They escalated.

There’s more in this vein, and more photos:

But you have at least a sense of the piece. A dildo action, and a clever bit of memetic engineering. Praxis!

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Protesting Ms. Magazine

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Kiss A Riot Cop

It’s a sweet photo and a nifty tactic of nonviolent resistance. Have you kissed a riot policeman today?

Spotted at Naked Protesters.

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This Party Sucks

A few months back, some folks decided to invoke The Guiding Spirits of Our Founding Fathers by holding political protests in symbolic invocation of the Boston Tea Party. They showed up carrying signs, had noisy speakers make noisy speeches, waved some tea bags around, and in some cases, threw said tea bags into nearby bodies of water.

So far, so normal. Public life in America. Could have happened in any decade of the last couple of hundred years.

But… it turned out there was a small cultural misunderstanding. There are some divergent strands in U.S. culture these days, and as the culture fragments, communication “cross-strand” becomes difficult due to linguistic drift.

Thus, some of the people with the tea bags began to call themselves “tea baggers”; and they started calling their protest efforts “tea bagging”.

Hilarity ensued, because of the the fact that “tea bag” (as a verb) already had a well-established sexual connotation in popular slang. A fact of which the “new” tea baggers appeared to be blissfully ignorant.

I was reminded of all of this when I saw a certain t-shirt. Wouldn’t this shirt have been the very perfect thing to wear to one of those protests?