By A modern complaint of modern women on modern sides of modern social and political aisles is over the “exploitation” of other modern women, and the idea of womanhood in general, supposedly inherent in what is chiefly a male hobby that spans ancient to modern times: the viewing of erotica.
I’m certainly not afraid of the word “pornography,” but that’s essentially what pornography is: erotica. It is designed to give you dirty thoughts. I say “dirty” not to denigrate the practice, but because the word is sexually provocative; and because I wanted to point out that the word “dirt” was put in there by society for a reason.
After all, what is dirt? It is rotting plants, mostly. It is also rotting animals, fish, birds, eggs, larvae, insects, and some of it is rotting humans. It is pooped out by worms. Worms are gross. Oddly enough, penises, which share a similar shape to worms, are often considered beautiful, even if the individual considering its beauty is merely the straight male who possesses it along with not the slightest interest in anyone else’s.
In complete disregard for this beautiful thought, and in ignorance of the philosophical implications of our species’ ability to understand beauty at all, we often make dirt of male humans in gigantic, hideously violent spurts. Not unlike ejaculation, which ironically, as John the Other has so eloquently stated, is not violent, but is instead a beautiful thing.
I’m certainly not afraid of the word “pornography,” but that’s essentially what pornography is: erotica. It is designed to give you dirty thoughts. I say “dirty” not to denigrate the practice, but because the word is sexually provocative; and because I wanted to point out that the word “dirt” was put in there by society for a reason.After all, what is dirt? It is rotting plants, mostly. It is also rotting animals, fish, birds, eggs, larvae, insects, and some of it is rotting humans. It is pooped out by worms. Worms are gross. Oddly enough, penises, which share a similar shape to worms, are often considered beautiful, even if the individual considering its beauty is merely the straight male who possesses it along with not the slightest interest in anyone else’s.
In complete disregard for this beautiful thought, and in ignorance of the philosophical implications of our species’ ability to understand beauty at all, we often make dirt of male humans in gigantic, hideously violent spurts. Not unlike ejaculation, which ironically, as John the Other has so eloquently stated, is not violent, but is instead a beautiful thing.
