Vague Insanty 074

First of all, let's just talk about pornography. I mean just bluntly put it on the table and look at it, and smile about it, and laugh self-consciously to ourselves and just kind of admit that it's there and that it is vastly overpriced.

Lust, desire, the greed for sinful satisfaction -- people just get too damned uptight about that sort of thing.

I mean, if I wanted to find five attractive people of the sex of my choice and cover their bodies in whip cream, rub them down with ripe watermelon, and then carnally know them continuously for three days straight and then subsequently suffer from severe dehydration -- some people would actually bother to claim that that was immoral, wrong, and possibly hellfire damning.

Truth is though, I think we are all warm, biological, and sticky in our own way, and getting all prudish and moral about it is just holding us back. Like really, really held back hairless apes with comb-overs. And nobody wants that.

So, now that the overpriced, slightly legal, pornography of your choice is on the coffee table of discussion -- fear not public ridicule, fear not social judgment.

Everything is on the table, we're all in the same boat, and I am going to dress up for the new-wave orgy of the mind.