Pornography

Pornography...

It's about never getting enough.

And not in a good way.

I have been lost for the last week or so and couldn't figure out why...

Pornography.

Now, it's not 'bad' in and of itself.
But I don't think it is "good" either...
It meets a need.
And at the same time
creates one.

The ultimate advertising.

(This is why
the Conservatives,
and only a *handfull*,
can hold the nation
hostage.
A little S&M so to speak.
2004 SuperBowl anyone?

Violence, murder, don't hold the same
advertising power.

Hear those same Conservatives
complain lately about
gun shot wounds to the head
during prime time?)
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Refer "Self Examination", Karlthebunny, September 2004
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I have a girlfriend,
who, though not a big FAN
of porn,
isn't offended by it.

And asked if she could see some of the photos
that I have, collected.
So I copied some from my old computer,
to this one.
Makes me nervous
for a number of reasons.

As I copied the files over,
I gave in to the suductive power
of the female form in
Sexual Extasy.

And I began to
compare.

Something Zelda
asked my not to do.
(Forgive me Z)

I suddenly found myself
v e r y d i s s a t i s f i e d
with my lot in life.
Instead of
Grateful.
Full of Gratitude.

Z will never be 6 feet tall, 21 years of age, and blonde.
She is in fact,
a beautiful
5'-5" or so,
brunette with blonde/red streaks,
about to be 3***something,
and currently round.
*In ALL the right places*

I love her.

Yet, I could not understand
why I was not FEELing so.

I have embarrasingly
too many down loaded photos of
naked women.

In the year I had an internet subscription to a
well known
"men's magazine"
I a massed over 2000 photos.
(This is in addition to the hundreds that I found on the net
for FREE)
And that is from a few saved
each day
for a year.

Can you say, "Get a LIFE!"

As I down loaded the photos,
explored the new images,
the different bodies,
I found
I was never satisfied
with the last
pair of tits,
hips,
mouths,
hair,
legs,
asses,
nipples
lips,
pussies.

I wanted more.
And
thus, the
thousands of photos.

For review
and,
"entertainment".

Hmmmm...
Why am I single?
Hmmmm....
Why am I nervous
around women?
Why am I
not feeling?

Z is real.
Present.
And loves me.

If I gave into
the porn,
I'd lose something
precious, ("rare and costly...')
and beautiful,
and REAL.

Z.



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