The Porn That Makes You Think?


It’s past 2am and I woke up, thinking to write something about intellectual porn. But what comes first to your mind when reading “it’s 2am” likely veers to the thought that “this gal has insomnia.” Well, according to the modern industrial lifestyle (modern for the past couple of centuries) one must sleep all night long, uninterrupted, for at least eight hours in a row. Right? Wrong.

If you study the memory and the documents of the prior few millennia of human history, then you’ll figure how people used to sleep an average of four hours after sunset, then wake up about midnight and play with shadows, read, have sex, or write and use the peace to just THINK (or meditate) for a couple hours or so, before falling asleep again, for another four hours average, until the shiny sun would wake them up to struggle with, or just contemplate, yet another day.

This human behavior is called segmented sleep and some say that it used to be the norm time before. But things changed and history became legend. Legend became myth. And… you know… the norm passed out of all knowledge.

Another trend of the century is squandering government money on scientists, academics and whatever so-called “experts” that will produce something like this and officially exhibit it to school children.

Sure, I’m not as harsh on the sexual matter as the author of “Canada’s ‘Scientific’ Museum of Smut.” But I have to admit, as a mother of four, that exposing underage children to porn, and even deliberately pushing them towards the sex-at-any-cost MINDSET, this is INSANE! A similar “education” used to be sanctioned in the early Soviet rule days, just before Stalin took over the Dark Tower of Barad-dûr.

People who pretend to be so invested in science ought to balance the joy of mindless sex with the risks of promiscuity.

Educating and preparing your offspring for adulthood is not the same as promoting a political agenda, or marketing some pleasurable fantasies. The young ones need to learn about the other side, the Dark Side, about the roving risks and painful pitfalls of unleashed sexual behavior.

This isn’t limited to sex but goes for any action. It’s the karma stupid: what goes around comes around. Do good and receive good, do bad and prepare for the consequences.

The act of sex is a consequence of one’s feelings of attraction toward another person. It takes two souls to have sex, or two souls in love to make for a healthy sexy situation. Sex is a responsible act. Simply because it usually leads to procreation. Still the Canadian government credits sexual “responsibility” to children that are legally not allowed a driver’s license, that are officially forbidden to buy and consume alcohol. Bad official karma!

What to expect? Even lesser educated generations trashing poetry and classic music; sweaty tattooed pierced brutes taught (by the 12yo “science”) to ACT, NOT TO THINK. Combine this with the ever spreading pool for bugs and bacteria and you’re gonna feel like Will Smith in “I Am Legend.”

Now, probably you already wonder what the heck? You just googled for porn and landed on this rant against porn. Think about it, look at the pics around, see me nude and talking dirty: I like and I do porn. But I do it responsibly, to balance my way through midlife. Call it mature porn if you want. Now THINK AGAIN! Take the word “mature” or “Fully developed physically; full-grown.” See what I mean? Everything has a sense, a measure and a time to be ripe. Wondering how much of government-funded “science” accounts for this basic set of reasoning.

Take the point of a lady that gives blowjobs for a living and thinks this is feminist action.

Yes, Canada again. But geography is totally irrelevant when you see value, even in porn which traditionally is considered “valueless.” Camille is in love with her passive partner (at least passive in her feminist movies). The porn they produce is a consequence of a long-lasting relationship — should I scientifically say “applied love?” It takes time, trial and error, losses and sorrows, for an underage to comprehend the reality of love, to grow to love. Let not mention luck. And all of these important ingredients are ignored by the trendy mindless “science” of serving sex to children as a lollypop — in museums and in class. It is said that an intellectual person is the one that DISCOVERED something even better than sex. Wish those museum visiting kids to have their minds and souls hit by this new mature revelation: that there’s something even better out there, beyond orgasm.

But let’s get back to our midlife porn, shall we? Camille states that she’s a feminist giving blowjobs, this empowers her to be more of a feminist. Sounds wonderful.

I used to be a feminist before burning love (for my man) turned me into a submissive housewife, a stay at home mom, or the MILF those mischievous men use to call us. And I felt even less of a feminist when, this morning, hubby showed me this drawing — he stumbled upon it on tumblr

 

And told me: “As long as I have a face, you’ll have a place to sit.”

I like giving him blowjobs. But when he asked me to describe how I feel at it, then I compared blowjobs to broccoli — you know it’s good and healthy but somehow of a bitter taste, so you’d rather take it with a dose of added spicing. And the spicing that suits my taste best with broccoli, err blowjobs, is when hubby comes down on me, blowing my mind up in stellar orgasms.

Just THINK about how many twists life offers you: industrial times altering our NATURAL nocturnal sleeping patterns; scientific museums luring students AWAY from science; FEMINISTS enjoying blowjobs; submissive HOUSEWIVES adoring cunnilingus. Just sit and THINK DIFFERENT for a moment or two.

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