Snatch the brain bleach from my hand, grasshopper

[lostakasha]

I admit it. Certain individuals on my flist have perverted me so much that when I'd heard that David Carradine hung himself my very first thought was ...never auto-erotically asphyxiate without a buddy.

Then I shook that awful thought off, and went into 'geez, that's sad -- I thought he'd made a comeback. Maybe it was depression over those Yellow Book commercials that drove him to it.'

And then came today's news. Pornthip Rojanasunand, director of Thailand's Central Institute of Forensic Science, said Carradine may have died attempting a sex act known as auto-erotic asphyxiation — cutting off oxygen to the brain for sexual arousal. The AP article is here: http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/n/a/2009/06/04/international/i234354D30.DTL&tsp=1

Wow. I don't know whether to be horrified at myself or not. Just...you guys. First Wesley and now everybody's doin' it.

*flails*

Comments

[tx-cronopio.livejournal.com]

Oh, hon, not just you. My whole flist and I assumed that was it, and today's reports seem to confirm it. So sad...I liked him, and now he'll just be a punchline.

[lostakasha.livejournal.com]

But the things you remember when a celebrity dies -- why, for example, do I know that when he was married to Barbara Hershey they had a child named "Free" whose placenta they buried in their backyard beneath a tree?

Actually, that seems like a much nicer thing to remember -- if a little Laurel Canyon, 1970.