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Published On: 12-22-2006 10:49 PM
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Why is it that porn is so popular? It's an obvious question that requires an obvious answer.  Obvious if you are a guy anyway.  Men are more visual than women, which is why we end up dishing out so much cash for raunchy porn.

It's great!

But what a burden to always think with your dick.  What an easy trick for the rest of the non-male population to figure out.  Ladies, all you have to do is kick back and wait for us to mess up.  Inevitably our dick
always gets in the way.

I mean imagine what it's like to always have your dick decide who to
hire, how hard to work out, what kind of car to drive, what kind of
clothes to buy.  We do it all for women. It's tough not letting your
guard down.

Everything we do some how ends up being because of a
woman.  It's like Spy vs. Spy.  We keep buying into it.  The male is a
stupid, easily read species.  I love being a guy!
 
What I can't figure out is how ANY naked picture or sexual innuendo can make a guy not think straight?

Take for example wrestling.  I'm a not a huge fan of the WWF but I do love watching the guys "kick the shit out of each other".  Sure it's not
real, but it beats the other shows that are trying to be good.  At least
with wrestling you can never be disappointed.  It's the very bottom rung
of mass entertainment.

Anyway, the chicks that wrestle parade around in tight skimpy clothes and everybody goes wild.

Still....................................

With constant exposure to porn on the net, downloading, burning and "Scouring" any gang bang ever made, how is it we still get all rowdy when we see some obvious bimbo sauntering around knowing full well she will never take off all her clothes.

Look at the typical pornographic magazines.  Two fake chicks with fake tits pretending to be getting off.  You know they never touch each other.  They get into position, make their "ah, fuck me harder face" and "click" next picture.  They get in to their next pose.  They go home in their BMW's with the money we just gave them.  We know we could never get them. 

NOW, take the amatures.  You know they are not getting paid all that much.  Not more than their embarrassment is worth if mom or dad ever finds out. 

They are in their basement, they're friends and they probably do this every now and again.  Go for drinks, laugh. Whatever?

It's the amateurs that are the hot ones.  Cause we have a chance with them.

She's in the bar standing beside you, or your neighbor.  She's not some
untouchable living in the Hills of Beverly.

What has happened as a result of looking at amateur smut, is that I look at every girl differently than before the advent of the web.  I now see every girl and woman has their inner whore.  They're a sleaze for the right man.  They all have their fetishes and their positions.

If I am watching a news anchor woman on t.v or whomever, I am thinking, "yeah, she loves getting wooden dildos shoved in her ass by German midgets as her husband watches."

We have been exposed to the fact that everybody has an inner whore that we like to show off for the right person, or in this case, for the world.

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Now, should I be brutally honest, or should I sugarcoat? I'm always
torn between seeing the glass a certain way. Instead of worrying about
what's in the glass, perhaps I should be concerned with the glass
itself. What kind of glass is it? How much does it hold? Is the glass
chipped? Maybe you should all just tell me what you want to hear, and
I'll offer that right back to you. I'm sensitive, I'm open-minded, I
like dogs. I smoke, except when I don't smoke, because smoking's a
dirty habit, even though I enjoy smoking, when I'm doing it, which
isn't often, because I hate smoking. Hell, I don't even know the color
of my eyes. And you don't care about what I read or listen to. You
don't care about how I spend my free time. Well, maybe you do, but you
don't want the god's honest truth about all that. The sordid stories,
the sickness, the compulsion, this need to consume and assimilate that
sometimes overwhelms the pure enjoyment of these things. This need to
understand MYSELF through these bits of music and literature. I don't
want to be honest. I just want to be frank enough to realize that
unfettered honesty is the one thing that can make me seem like a
complete mess. I should just post a picture and leave everything else
blank. And I should just leave it at that. Make up your own story. I'm
a college dropout returning to school in pursuit of a career I don't
really want. I'm a 40-hour drone, drunk from punching the clock one too
many times. I'm a student of chess, relentlessly pursuing excellence
with a frightening fervor. I'm an accountant, father, carpenter,
philosopher. Right there, in that state, forced into a small little
box, I am the greatest story ever told, because I have no story to
tell. Put words in my mouth, and leave it at that.
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