30.8.16



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
 

29.8.16



he scratched his head
Why would anyone submit to social stigmas decreed or prescribed or aligned by social mediaWhy would they submit to a gang of anonymous pricks and cunts whod rather tell others what they should do than do themselves

a bunch of fingerpointers

Why would anyone allow themselves be governed by social medias expectations or desiresWhy would anyone seek to belong to such a motley crewe amaulgameationWhy would they submit or suffer its ridicule and bullying

no sooner than he askes himself his hard-to-raise compassionate self whispers he has to appreciate all people are different they have been raised in different inˈvīrənz educated in varying degreesDont underestimate your entitlement it whispers and he whispers back But arent we responsible for believing in ourselves believing that we are worthwhile



he had been reading and mediating on Michel de Montaignes 16th Century essay On Repentance: “Do not rely on their opinion, therefore rely on your own. (quoting Cicero) ‘You must use your own judgment about yourself: The inner conscience of virtue and vice exercise a great influence; take that away, and all is in ruin.’ There is no man(or woman) who, if he listens to himself, does not discover within him an individual principle, a ruling principle . .”

if de Montaigne realised that nearly half a millennium ago(Millennials) why prefer the awful dicktates and discriminations and shame lobbed from the flatscreen of electronic devises

he has always maintained that he wouldnt have anything to do with any organisation or persons that he couldnt get his hands around their throats(and people laugh)

it is recent American practise to slip accountability

but that is harder to do when someone has you by the throat




1219,  Thursday,  25 8. 16
0953,  Friday,  26  8. 16