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I Smell Gay!

In the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, it is demonstrated that the nose knows.

The studies found that gay men's and straight women's brains react similarly to any one (or more) of a number of candidate compounds known as pheromones.

  • Score one for science and genetics.
  • Score one against the silly notions of Intelligent Design.
  • Especially score any number of points against all those religious types who call homosexuality a sin, a choice or Against God's Plan.

Now, maybe President Bush's appointee to the FDA's Advisory Committee for Reproductive Health Drugs can find a pheromone to blame for the abuses (including anal rape!) he perpetrated on his wife and the mother of this children, so that he can have a clear conscience the next time he writes a book about Stress and the Woman's Body or his care of women As Jesus Cared for Women. Will the hypocrisy ever end?

That wasn't rhetorical. You know it's not going to end. You know that the Christians will start searching for their own excuses for extraordinary behavior because this whole god-thing can't last forever.

Speaking of...maybe there are pheromones or other biological triggers that lead us biological individuals to obsess on Invisibles, Unattainables and Absolutes?

Maybe the Supreme Designer will come down and become visible, make himself accessible, and hang the universe off his Giant Ego?

Naah, that has a certain bad stink to it.

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I need a big nose rigth now!!!

I smell...

Great studies!

Regards

Triggers that lead us biological individuals to obsess on Invisibles, Unattainables and Absolutes? I'm sure there are, and we need to look for improper wiring between the hypothalmus and the rest of the brain. It's probably a miswire for something much more biologically useful, like child love. You'd do just about anything to protect your child.

It could be a simple as leftover pack wiring that keeps us in tribes/families for protection and support. Imagine a dogmatic wolf pack. I'm sure you can.

I love the smell of Chelsea in the morning. Smells like... victory.

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