If you are reading this hoping to find links to great free porn, you are looking in the wrong place. As a matter of fact, if you can't find free porn to look at, and that is why you are reading this, you need to stop reading this blog and turn your computer off. You simply do not have the necessary computer skills to be using this tool of the information age. Stay away from computers, they are not for you.
Pornography is such a sensitive subject. It seems that you are either for it and some sort of degenerate, or against it and super self-righteous. I have very mixed feelings about the subject. I do not own any porn. I guess I should say I do have some, but it is not truly mine. It is the purest form of porn ownership. The hand me down porn. When my wife's father died, my brother-in-law and I came across his collection. We decided that it was not something that should just be thrown away, so we divided up the booty. Now I have a couple of artsy type porn books and some videos. I know they are in the house, but I couldn't tell you where. I am pretty sure that I have not even looked at the majority of it.
Does this make me a degenerate? I don't buy any porn. There is not a Playboy in the house, although I did ask my wife about getting a subscription because of the highly informative articles. She said no. That's OK, I didn't really want the magazine, I just wanted to get a rise out of her. My point is, if I was a pornography purchaser does this make me a bad person? Does it make me a bad person to have some porn from the 70's and 80's that I can't even find in my own house?
Sex is the most basic of human drives. There is nothing more beautiful than two people showing their love for one another. Certainly, there is some weird stuff out there, but I think much of it has grown out of society's suppression of this basic human compulsion. If people are told that something is wrong, they get a thrill out of being naughty, and as the excitement lessens they then look for something more on the edge.
There are things available for viewing on the Internet that are so disgusting (pictures of people viewing a disgusting picture- Safe For Work) that I don't even consider it to be porn. Anything that makes me want to throw up on my keyboard is not erotic viewing. This disturbs me.
A friend of mine works in web developing. He and all of his coworkers used to look for the grossest pictures out there and then set a co worker's desktop to the offensive picture while he away from his cubicle. Then the unsuspecting guy would return and everyone would wait until they heard a, "Ahhhhh!" and fall out laughing. So from their combined research they accumulated a library of offensive URLs that my friend would share with me, with the object being to make me ill. The conversation would begin innocently enough, "Hey, Al you have got to see this website." After the second time, I knew what was coming, but curiosity can be a terrible thing- and I always looked. Just when you think you have seen it all, remember- there is always something more disgusting than you can imagine around the corner. There really are sick people out there. People are born good and then turn into freaks.
I remember a few years ago when Janet Jackson's boob popped out (no pictures- Safe For Work), you would have thought the world was coming to an end. I don't even remember who was playing in that Super Bowl and I watch football religiously because the boob became the most memorable thing that year. I guess this means that a sport that is viewed by millions that is based on violence is acceptable, but a boob on TV for 3 seconds is offensive. That one boob peaking out changed they way live television is viewed by the world.
Meanwhile, the use of foul language is OK with everyone. The lord's name can be taken in vain, the B-word can used, and Bono can drop the F-bomb (no curse words) on live TV. But if a boob pops out everything must change to prevent it from ever happening again. Do I cuss? Yes, I have the skills of a veteran sailor, but I have 3 children and I am a teacher. I do not cuss in front of my children, or any children- even when I hurt myself. Apparently this gives me a skill, an internal censor, that over 90% of the general population has not acquired. But if a boob made an appearance at the mall, the owner would be arrested. Am I the only one who feels this is warped?
I am not sure exactly what the answer is but I know that I am offended by violence, cursing, and hate that can be found out in public and at home on my TV at any time of the day. The nude body I am OK with. The expression of love between two people is not so bad. All of the horrors that humans inflict on one another is offensive. Images that make me want to destroy my keyboard with my latest meal, this bothers me. Expressions of love, I don't think this should bother anyone.
I don't want my children to see all the ugliness in the world. I know it will happen, but I want to protect them as long as possible and keep them innocent. Once that innocence is lost, it is gone forever. Is a boob, or God forbid, even two going to ruin them for life? I don't think so. But if they learn the F-bomb because a friend of mine can't control his language, or someone is watching a baseball game on TV (Not Safe for Work-video link with F-bomb on live TV), or we are waiting in line in Walmart and another customer is talking on his cell phone- I am going to be stuck with a lot of un-teaching to do with my children. Not just because I find it unacceptable for them to use expletives before the age of 18, but because society frowns upon it. If they were to use this new found vocabulary word in school, I would get a call and have quite a bit of explaining to do. But foul language is everywhere. I fight it everyday and I am losing this battle.
I don't have all the answers. The world is full of contradictions and most of what is out there just doesn't make sense. Hold on, I have to change the channel because the "Girls gone Wild" infomercial is on... I don't want my baby girl to see this and think that is acceptable behavior.
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