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I spent time last night doing something I don't usually do.
Not since I was younger and more frivolous.
Let me recommend it to all of you. At least once a month. Learn something about your neighbor, and you might learn something about yourself... 
 
I looked at porn.
Not the overproduced, needs oriented, seven foot Amazons with steroid jaws and rubber tits and big hair stuff, but fringe, almost clean stuff.
 
Not the whole night either, but a segment of it.
I enjoyed it, but hardly in a 'get off' kind of way.
I am as desperate for intimacy, as are we all - no denial of that. Although I like pictures on a screen for many reasons - I cannot confuse them for the real thing.
 
That is the difference between myself and Senator X from Minnetonka.
For him even the mention of the thing is the thing. Poor guy, even the thought of the thing must be the thing. Wouldn't want to be him. Who exactly is voting for these creeps?

There was content both savoury and unsavoury. I remember something about collegesucks, and polaroids, but one stuck in my head - a site called http://my bodypart.com/ where people put photos of their body part of choice and strangers rate them. It's pornography at times, tasteful self-portraits occasionally, pictures of hands and necks and noses - one chap was enthralled with a giant nose, must have been an eskimo in a past life...

These are mostly amateurs, people who want to post themselves on the web. It is semi-commercial, fueled by ads and gimmicks - as is Star TV and Hollywood for that matter. I realized what it was doing for me. It was re-connecting me with a sense of myself as a sexual being. My living and working environment doesn't allow that. Everybody pretends. All the time. Even with their loved ones. It is so bizarre - the contrast between "look at my pretty butt" and "seventeen layers of clothing and still i'll walk stiffly away from you."
Especially when you realize that nature has very little to do with the latter attitude.
 
So this energy is stifled en masse, and produces huge populations, epidemics, mass hysteria and hosts of other symptoms. It is common coin that repressed sexuality becomes violence. It is then, by my terribly twisted way of thinking - rather dangerous to deny the largest mobs in the world both egress of instinct and self-knowledge that enables that. Perhaps somebody vain wants uniforms on all of them, a solutions which is only temporary. It at the very least results in the mistreatment of children and small animals, which in my opinion is a poor trade off for "No Hustler."
America is equally hypocritical. Aussies are non-committal, slightly on the permissive side. Canadians are liberal socially and sexually conservative - which strikes a balance. Why are Europeans the only ones allowed freedom of thought? The thing about American hypocrisy is that it has become true hypocrisy. People hide from each other, but have somewhere to turn - even the dumb ones.

Asian repression is deep enough that some people, maybe even most people, the mean, the masses, the not-too-bright, think it's real. They torture themselves thinking "I'm the only one with this mad obsession for feet, what on earth shall I do? - I know, I'll start a movement against sex. Socks for the poor I'll call it."

They spend their whole lives actually believing that their naked bodies are something filthy and disgusting. Struggling with feelings we all have and not only pretending they don't exist - finding the honest and punishing them for expressing their opinions. Or exposing their titties. They cannot know what it is like to be a teenager in Sweden.

Who's asking anyone to change? Just be your soul. If your trip involves interfering with mine however, prepare to get gory. There is a reason our wise wise forefathers invented this whole concept of freedom of speech. I don't mind repeating myself when I say, the roots of fascism lie in the very suppression of the sexual instincts. The first books in the bonfire are the naughty books and everyone stands around feeling holy for ten seconds. Then they look around for something else. Not while I breathe.  
 
We all know the quote from Voltaire, but education, nutrition, and the sharing of ideas in an information society have led more than just one man to follow him. I amy be an eloquent fool, but I am not alone. You stand against the forces of nature, the very thing that gave you birth. It is you who are filthy and twisted and perverse, not the libertine, not the tart, not the whore.   This mass denial is literally at war with the information age. For every anti-sex crusader of any kind I can set up a forum and put them face to face with a dozen of their personal satans. Their solutions range from pulling the plug on all media (taliban tactics) or only allowing you cola, American style: "Look you're free! You can choose Coke or Pepsi!"

Anyway, it's another same ol' rant so I'll do something different.
For myself.
 
I refuse to post my nekkid form amidst the skanks and spam, but blogger is a fine way to go "au naturale"
If you are faint of heart close your eyes now.
 
Heh. The threat is enough. Imagine I did the unspeakable. There we go.