Tuesday, October 16, 2007

so...

Blogs are strange. What the fuck am I supposed to write about? John, the ScienceofMyth guy is the one who convinced me to start this thing. The trouble is I can honestly find very little to write about. I mean don't get me wrong, it's not like I don't have things on my mind, I do. At least I think I do. Like today, I pondered a lot of junk, I philosophized about a bunch of quandaries and stuff. Someone recently told me that they don't get writers block. Asshole. I bet she also shits freshly baked blueberry muffins, and subsists entirely on cosmic love. Hmm, well this blog doesn't really have any discernable theme, so I suppose I can write about whatever the fuck ever. It's also tough because I don't know how to post pictures and stuff to make this thing look all nice and professional. Well anyway, here's something I noticed lately: there is scarcely any romantic pornography. Why is this? Why is it that if I wanna see pictures of people fucking, I have to be prepared to fap to some of the most degrading shit imaginable? Seriously, I mean I feel like fucking Caligula watching some of this shit, and it confuses me. I mean I like to think of myself as progressive, maybe a little flowery, and for a guy like me it's a real headache that this porn thing has turned into a battle between fascistic censorship and oppressive patriarchy. How does one choose between the rights of women and the right to free expression, and why does this false dichotomy exist. I mean shit, here I am at three a.m. just trying to get my nut off, and suddenly I'm forced to grapple with obtuse ethical questions. It's enough to make a man weep!
I watched that movie The people versus Larry Flynt, and it seemed to argue that Flynt was a first amendment pioneer and a brave champion of our civil liberties like some godlike amalgam of Hugh Heffner and Abbie Hoffman. Yet on the other side of the issue you have your Andrea Dworkins and your Gloria Steinems, your Linda Lovelaces telling people that there was practically a gun to her head the whole time they were filming Deep Throat. And Throat looks like a Disney Channel Original Movie compared to some of these skeezy low budget streaming video deals you find nowadays. Seriously, I mean some of these chicks look like they're on the nod in these flicks, man. It looks like someone got the most hard up junkie chick they could find, gave her one hit to stop her detoxing and degraded her on camera for fifty bucks, minus bus fare. And they always call these chicks "bitch" or "cunt", they pull their hair, pull out of their asses and literally stuff their glistening pork swords down these women's throats. And the facials. The fucking facials!
And of course, I can't pretend I don't find much of this arousing, I'm only human, right? Y'know it's funny, sometimes I think that at the heart of every soppy liberal type there's a repressed DeSade style Id bursting with imperialist exploitation fantasies.
Speaking of which, the other day I found just that. Imperialist porn! It came from France and featured two men in an exotic, polynesian-type setting getting it on with five or six women. These dudes were wearing those sort of ruffled conquistador shirts, and the one was seated on a throne being service by four or five of these chicks. He was bald and fat and almost completely obscured by the pile of flesh that was stroking nibling and caressing his disgusting ass. Center stage was a strapping young buck sodomizing a petite asiatic female as she bent completely over and sucked on his toes with a desperate, almost religous rapture . At one point he pulled out, and after the cumshot he swatted her face with his member to get the last drops off like she was a rag, and even mimed slitting her spunk-bespattered throat with his shaft. This shit sounds like an Aristocrats routine, I know. Needless to say, this was too much for even me.
I feel like I'm probably going to alienate people by posting this, (assuming anyone reads this thing that is) because despite my constant mumbling about not approving of this stuff (I sincerely do not) I'm watching enough of it to describe it's highlights in lurid detail, right? Well come on! Wouldn't you? I mean seriously whether you find this stuff erotic or not it's definitely funny in a sad sort of way. Imperialist porn for fuck's sake! Christ, I couldn't make this shit up!
But anyway, I definitely wonder about what this says about us as a group. Of course the alternative is, of course, altporn, a phenomenon which I'm curious about. But then, part of me feels that watching a bunch of hipsters and goth chicks dress up like devils and flagellate one another with rider's crops is not only weird but completely retrogressive. Where is the reclamation of female sexual power in a video of some dready chick with a "fleas and lice" patch getting nutted on. All this seems to do is reinforce the stereotype that alternative looking chicks are loose and constantly looking for random play. Take that Suicidegirls!
Fuckin A, I don't know how to end this piece. Peace.

4 comments:

Unknown said...

Yeah I've definitely noticed the same thing. Why is all the pornography that's available disgusting / dehumanizing? I think it might be a cultural thing, part of the American attitude towards sex. I'll bet its different in Europe.

Lorenzo said...

We progressive masturbators have a Herculean struggle ahead of us, indeed.

br. mels said...

Good thoughts, good thoughts... If only more intellectuals could somehow gain control of the porn industry.
But things really should change, I agree. I mean sure, I probably jerk it as much as the next guy--- (well... maybe not as much as bennie boy here)-- but nonetheless I do agree with your sentiments, friend. The sex industry in America is definitely corrosive to our society. We must stop feeding these sick, perverse notions of not only the female kind, but human sexuality as well. It's just not right!
...By the way, where'd you find that imperialist shit, man? That sounds fuckin' HOT!

Anonymous said...

SeƱor Marron-

It has recently become clear that I could procure a copy from the internets of "The Erotic Adventures of Marco Polo," and the temptation to burn you a copy is strong.

-Monsieur Phmode