he was still trying to wrap his
head aroundGrasp(always grasping clutching pulling at) this beguiling concept
of a shaved snatch(incorrect estheticized
snatch) sans pubic hair
what was it about the men and
women of generations cumming up behind him that wanted their sex partners to be
hairless look like little girls and little
boys
as
if puberty offended them
being slightly hairy was deemed
unattractive an every gawddamn one of them seem to fawn or were angling to be porn stars(in
the Movies in their pretty Minds) as if
a porn star was something to aspire to to becum
hell the blue films of his youth were grainy eight
millimeters secreted at the back of closets in flat round film canisters and
they werent appealing
probably why they were called stag films stags for rutting he hadnt seen one that wasnt a little distasteful(he wasnt a prude) and often disgusting(he wondered if they werent plants to make him ashamed of his burgeoning sexuality)
you really didnt want to be caught dead-to-rights associated with them
then snatch was copious and luxuriant(even in black and white)
this estheticized shit vaulted
past him while he was up-to-his-eyeballs raising a family
when his circumstances changed unfortunately and he found himself outside familys immediate
concerns he was dumbfounded how society had slipped
porn stars were
accepted as actors
that threw him
their fucking and sucking
and cumshots werent acting their sex was reality albeit a dimension
removed
he pushed back sex was reality not acting even if its nothing more than yanking your cock
or fiddling with your clit
Its sex no knocks
against self-sex safe-sex it ought to be taught in schools(he could see
the SHOCK of it topple the religious over backwards onto their beetle-carapaces
and clatter on the tile and concrete trying to upright themselves(he could have
said erect themselves but he didnt want to dig in that deep -- sex
as procreation sounded fucking boring))
he had heard of a dribble of
sextapes which propelled certain people to quasi-stardumb(Whaddafuck!) of
course then there was the drab and wannabe deluge that followed
the Common Thars
gold in dem dere hills
Its big dollar Cummerce
Woe(Whoa! wouldnt work) to all the
sexual addicks(yes typically male)
unfortunately women were stuck as
sluts
addicks theyre visual
keenly voyeuristic
it spoke to Hugh Hefners acummen who knew he wasnt pulling a boner when he founded and published Playboy got it past US Postmaster General Arthur Summerfields 1954 suit to deny mail-delivery(in more ways than one) across America
Cummerce was
nothing-new-under-the-sun except now it was captured in glossy photographs or film or 3D Blu Ray
hell it was predicated by earlier discrete live
sex shows across Europe and in the US
at least though there were bushes
then and glorious hips and breasts
not women who appeared underage
or had asses like little boys
Ohboy This is what he came out into
Joy
1258, Thursday,
25 8. 16
0936, Saturday,
27 8. 16
Ghostpoet Garden Path
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j2R7M77MDLQ
