“The blogosphere has no business in the bedrooms of Le Clown”.
- Pierre Elliot Trudeau
You might have read this. Or this. And even this. But Le Clown doesn’t write about sex. Le Clown rocks out with his pork sword tucked away. Dick won’t be slappin’ your pretty faces with his bedroom stories. No meatstick to chew on A Clown on Fire. Le Clown’s skin flute doesn’t play that melody. Only Groucho Marx-like spitstick jokes on this blog. All pink cigar smoke and mirrors. Microphallicaly disappointing, isn’t it?
You wouldn’t know this if you would look at the popular search terms used to find this blog:
- Ron Jeremy
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- Ron Jeremy sex with a clown
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Don’t get Le Clown wrong, he’s no prude. Le Clown enjoys the talented sex bloggers of WordPress - The Story of Alice just to name one – but when it comes to writing about his sex life, Le Clown usually keeps his pencil dick between his third leg.
Brian Westbye once told Le Clown: “There’s a latent homoeroticism on A Clown on Fire“. Le Clown remembers being offended by his comment… Why latent? Le Clown is down with the gays. People from all denominations are accepted on his blog, even Americans.
Le Clown doesn’t want to be a prick and pound you silly with a very long moralistic piece on sex – if you want to bare it all on your blog, it’s your prerogative. Le Clown prefers being up frontal about his stance on dingaling it publicly, and as shlong as you respect this, we’ll continue to hang it out together.