A Letter of Aghast Dismay

Dear Dog Fucking Weekly,

It has recently come to my displeased attention that some members
of your writing staff have committed sexual you-know-what with
animals in real life. I am outraged, appalled, and unequivocally
disgruntled to learn of this. When I began reading your
publication, I took your references to "bestiality" being
"pleasant" as a metaphor, a sort of artistic exaggeration, if you
will: I am a supporter of women's lib and many other "new age"
concepts like gay marriage and even pronouns, and I had felt, when
I began reading your glossy, well-typeset, and sharp-as-razors
mag, that I had found a likeminded cohort, a clique who "gets it."
I had thought that all of you, WITH TONGUE IN CHEEK, were claiming
to have had sexual affairs with the four legged as a way of
JOKINGLY saying, "Lay off, mannnnnn. We're the NEW hip thing.
We're what your grandma isn't happenin enough to hang with. You
weren't ready for what two men do in the privacy of their own
bedroom? Well you definitely aren't ready for what one of those
men and his dog already did last Tuesday."

In essence, it had been my understanding that Dog Fucking Weekly
was SATIRE. And, in my heart of hearts, I still cling to hope that
for some of you it IS satire, fiction, analogy, make-believe, etc
etc, and that only a couple of rogue ne'er-do-wells among you have
so YUCKILY missed the point. But, late yesterday evening, I was in
attendance at a soiree at a lakeside house, and was speaking to a
disgusting and slovenly lowlife named "Garrett" who was remarkably
tall and had tribal tattoos adorning his arms and neck and smelled
of lilacs. When we got to discussing our reading habits of late, I
came to find out that this so-called "Garrett" fellow was none
other than Ghosthand Jack N. Yadogoff, whose regrettable writing
has been featured in your magazine quite regularly. While I was in
the MIDST of complimenting his shameful and hamfisted wordsmithery
and his impeccable sense of sarcasm, the man observed a Golden
Retriever walking by, seemed to forget that he and I were mid
conversation, and he and the dog sat on the floor together at the
edge of the room, petting, kissing (here I could have still
believed this was his signature sarcasm), and then they had oral
sex (by this point I no longer held the opinion that this was
sarcasm).

I am now forced into the understanding that, at least for a couple
of you, this talk of "bestiality" is NOT a mere joke or a merely
provocative motif, but is in fact something you ACTUALLY do, IN
REAL LIFE.

Along with this letter, you will find a few of the many dozen
photographs I took as proof of this event.

What IS this? Is THIS the kind of behavior that Dog Fucking
Weekly, the premier weekly advice magazine for zoosexuals,
ACTUALLY endorses? It's one thing to "say" that humans and non-
humans "can" have sex, but to ACTUALLY DO IT? What would
Ghosthand's friends think? How betrayed would they feel if they
learned that their "zoosexual" friend was not just wearing the
label as a chic aesthetic, but that he had actually-actually
touched-touched the forbidden-forbidden bits with a canine? I
submit that all of his friends would stop being his friends quite
quickly, if THIS news ever came to their attention.

I am, of course, demanding that Dog Fucking Weekly cease all
publication of new content immediately, and that a full
investigation into this matter be conducted by a third party
(preferably the team behind the infallibly on-point "zoo" satire
program, Animal Genitals Have The Inalienable Right To Cum Hard
And We're One Of The Only Species With Hands Quarterly).

I was here for zoo pride slogans; I was here for zoo pride
stickers; We all love to play dress up. But to then be "proud" of
oral contact with an animal? Think of the smell.

Freedom of speech is for fun, not for reality.

With great shame and with many confusing memories to now reflect
on,
SoftTummyFeathers