Evangelizing Porn Stars (Part Four) : Do I like porn?

Do I like Porn

According to the story going around me for years, I am a person who loves porn. Yes, they say, he loves porn, so who the fuck wants to listen to some guy who ‘loves porn’. Now even though they say that ‘he’s a nobody, he loves porn’ that has never prevented anyone in that rotten fucking civilization from getting their ideology thoroughly fucking trashed by me, since apparently I am rather good at my job, despite my ‘great love of porn.’ This must be considered one of the curious contradictions in my character, how some good for nothing pervert, who ‘loves porn’, can still possess the tongue of the ages, the mouth of mouths, and go about the business of so ruinously and so thoroughly trashing every fucking thing about that civilization that so thoroughly pisses me off. Apparently it doesn’t make much of a difference, and I am very good at what I do.

Now let me address this issue of my ‘love or porn.’ I have the tongue of the ages, and no one can be that ‘radical’, or that brutally frank, without attracting some attention, and so for that reason of course my every move is closely watched by such outfits as the CIA or anyone other such outfit that has the job of closely watching over social dissidents and notorious ‘radicals’ such as myself, in particular a notorious ‘radical’ such as myself, whom, as everyone knows, has such a memorable and effective tongue. Yes, I will have to be watched.

Even though I know that my every move is being watched that has never stopped me from surfing the internet exploring some porn from time to time, whenever I was getting restless, and needed to find some kind of a thrill so that I could whack off and have what I would hope would be a really good orgasm. You see I am alone at this time of my life and so I need some fuel for the fire, something to fire up a fantasy so that whacking off can be really fun instead of a chore. The fact that spook from the CIA would be monitoring my porn surfing activities never meant a fuck to me, because I really don’t give a fuck about that. Someone might say that given my position, and my need to protect ‘my reputation’, perhaps it would be better if I just did not surf around in any porn. However given that the reputation that I want is the reputation of being a human being who lives his life in liberty it seems to me that I should surf porn if that was something that I felt that I needed to do at the time, and they could watch me doing it, and monitor my every move, so that they would know that during my spare time I was living in such liberty that I even felt free enough to surf for some porn if I felt that this was something I wanted to be doing at the time.

Now since religion is one of the ideologies I am always so busy thoroughly trashing with my end goal being wiping it right off the face of my planet, naturally those spooks over at the CIA and other such outfits would leak the information of my porn surfing activities to various churches, and just as the story of my notorious mouth was spreading, simultaneously the story of my porn surfing was spreading throughout the nation and even to churches around the world, those two things always having trotted the globe together, you see. According to preachers and various church people, the fact that I was surfing around for porn was all the evidence they needed that I was a nobody, however, it remains interesting that they still got trashed by me, when I was no longer on vacation but rather came back on the job. It turns out that this did not make much of difference, because no matter what they said, they still got, and are still getting, ruinously trashed and their ideology is still being systematically destroyed and wiped off the face of the planet. You see, I only surf for porn on relatively rare occasions, since most of my time is spent working.

Now let us discuss my ‘great love of porn’. When I first started surfing around for a thrill of some kind, I would surf around in newsgroups. There was this spider program and you could just send the spider to pluck things off of newsgroups, because I don’t have time to click and look, click and look. The sight of a human body portrayed in nice shade of lime green or as an over saturated bright orange really didn’t do much for me, nor did I care much for the wrong use of lens by some porn producing hack, resulting in giant legs spread apart with this small head the size of golf ball seemingly off in the distance due to the fucked up perspective that results when you give a camera to some slob and that hack produces porn which then for some fucking weird reason gets posted to a news group. The fact that I had to use Photoshop to slightly desaturate the image to get rid of that orange, or fuck with the color balance to get rid of that lime green really pissed me off because you would think that some lazy slob porn producer might have spent the few seconds it would have required to make those adjustments to that piece of shit before releasing it onto some market, thus saving me the trouble, but apparently not, since I was the one who had to do it. For this reason I stopped surfing around in that odious pile of shit out on the newsgroups and moved on.

I suppose that the CIA or CSIS wanted to find out what kind of porn I cherished in my heart from those newsgroups. You see, at the time I had this real old IBM drive that I would toss that newsgroup porn onto when the spider brought it down, and it must have been the case that those spooks thought this drive contained my most cherished porn from those newsgroups, you know, the stuff I really wanted to save forever and ever. For this reason it became of interest to them to find out what I was keeping around so they could construct a personality profile upon me based upon what was my most cherished type of newsgroup porn. Now what they did not know was that this old clunker of an IBM hard drive made clunking and loud clicking noises every single time it was accessed, and was not silent like the modern drive is. One day when I went to download something somewhere onto my good, modern drive, at the very second my mouse hit the button to save that file, my IBM clicked in and started clunking and chattering away as some sly and crafty spook began using the cover of that download to inspect my most cherished newsgroup porn on that clunky old IBM while hiding that blinking lights on my modem behind that download onto my other drive. Naturally I got pissed off and pulled plug on my modem, ruining my download, and spoiling their attempt to profile me, but they didn’t miss much, because you see that pile of shit was not my most cherished newsgroup porn, but was just some pile of shit which is why I had it tossed onto that old clunky IBM drive.

This was then followed by my period of frequent porn surfing, and for this reason the story that spread around about me in churches all over the country and all around the world, wherever the alarming news was spreading of my ruinously destructive tongue, was that I was not only someone who ‘loved porn’, I actually deeply ‘cherished porn’, so much so that, as they say about me now, I am ‘a porno addict’. Yes I have ‘ a porn addiction’, or so they say, for after all who would surf so repeatedly for porn unless they were just enraptured by porn, even to the point of ‘addiction’. Curiously enough my bad ‘addiction to porn’ never seemed to stop me from ruinously trashing their religion, bringing it closer and closer to the point of ruin but for some reason some gossiping preachers seem to think that by spreading that story about my ‘porn addiction’ this provided some kind of solution to that problem, although, obviously it did not. But they seemed to think it would help them out some how, so they adopted the strategy.

Now let me set the record straight. I was not so madly in love with porn that I surfed lots for porn, to the point of becoming a ‘porn addict’. Rather what was happening is that I would surf for porn, and it would not be what I wanted, you know, something that would turn me on so I could fuel a fantasy and whack off and then get a good nights sleep, and because it was always so fucking shitty I had to keep going in the hope that once in a fucking while I could find something that might fit the bill.

Yes, tragically, porn was not very erotic for me, but how could it be when at the very brief moment when there was this erotic and so very human trace of sexual charisma on the screen, some slob porn producer would choose that very second to splice in some giant sized ass on the screen. This would then be followed by many minutes of splicing in one fucking cliché after another, and then, maybe, just maybe, a few seconds of erotic humanity spliced in, which would then be abruptly chopped short so that an anatomically enormous view of a cock in action could fill my screen. You see my problem. I just could not maintain an erection watching porn because some obviously insensitive slob like that porn producer kept chopping off the truly human, erotic and therefore intensely exciting few seconds of erotica in that porno movie, so as to fill my screen with a gigantic asshole or some other fucking thing that according to the point of view of such a gross pig is apparently something I would like. This was always true, and so I found myself restlessly searching for the erotica industry, since I had a real problem getting addicted to that fucking porn, since out of a hour and a half porno movie there might, just might, be one minute of erotica, and that meant that I would lose my hard on as I was so tediously dragged through one fucking cliché after another, some of which were very offensive. For example, who the fuck squirts cum all over the face of their lover, sometimes getting into their fucking eyeballs so that they have to blink while their eye balls fucking water. After being grossed out like that, how was I suppose to get over it and get my dick hard again. So you can see why I was forced to keep searching for the erotica industry, since all I ever found was the fucking porn, obviously produced by some insensitive pig following some cookbook of clichés, which would then be churned out in no time flat, and peddled, since apparently that porn producer was not only an insensitive fucking creep of some kind but he was also a real lazy fucker.

What would really piss me off about porn is the way that you would be lured into it by being shown this small snapshot of a really hot erotic looking moment, and then when you actually got suckered in by that fucking porn producer, you would find out that this one snap was the only single fucking erotic moment in the whole fucking movie. Apparently porn producers are smart enough to realize that this was the single erotic moment in that entire piece of shit, which is why they used it as bait, and that must mean that they also know that the entire rest of that porn movie was a piece of fucking shit in comparison, since they did not use that shit as bait, but only that single fucking erotic moment. In these cases you are just as well off to whack off to that single snap of the one erotic moment in that whole fucking porn movie, since you would just wind up using the pause button on that scene anyways, to stop the porn movie from making you limp by progressing on through its endless repetition of stale fucking clichés, thus causing you to lose your fucking hard on in the process.

Now for some reason, even though the porn producer produces a pile of fucking stale shit over and over and over again, changing only the bodies from time to time, and even though the porn producer knows the difference between on single fucking erotic moment, being smart enough to know how to market that piece of shit, nevertheless if you were to ask that lazy fucking slob why it is that this inconsiderate prick continues to produce porn instead of producing erotica, that talentless hack will tell you that he must produce hackneyed porn because I demand it, and he must meet my marketing demands, to which I reply to that lazy cheque cashing slob, the porn producer, ‘FUCK YOU!”

Yes, I hate porn. Fuck does that porn ever ever piss me off. I am just furious at porn. I am especially furious at porn lately, because you see I have not had a decent orgasm in some time, and when I don’t cum, I can’t sleep, and when I can’t sleep, I start getting fucking pissed off. And I haven’t had a good nights sleep for a while now. Everyday it is the same thing, I can’t sleep, and then after only a short amount of sleep, I have to wake up and go to work again. I keep thinking that ‘tonight is the night that I will sleep, having missed so much sleep already,’ but no, tonight is never the night that I sleep, and so I have being going short on sleep for quite a while here, and now I am starting to get very fucking short tempered and when that happens someone who rubs me the wrong way or pisses me off is going to get a good swift kick in the ass.

On Monday I thought I would continue some of my research, and one of the subjects I decided to investigate was ‘Fox Ryder’, which was one of the characters played by Sean Lockhart, and which I did not investigate when I was doing my otherwise thorough research on Sean. What I saw on Monday just made me so furiously pissed off. There it was again, the big tease, put out by some crafty porn producer as the bait on some hook. It was Sean Lockhart, with a cock that looked hard enough to use to cut diamonds, and let me tell you, Sean looked really, genuinely sexually turned on in that image. Fuck was that hot, I thought. This was not ‘Brent Corrigan’ that withdrawn character, but this was now ‘Fox Ryder’, and that intensely erotic image really turned me on. Even now, when I think about that intensely human and powerfully erotic image of genuine sexual excitement I feel myself getting turned on for the first time in a long time, while at the same time I feel a great fucking furious rage boiling up inside of me.

Yes, I feel furious rage when I think of ‘Fox Ryder’ because I know porn. Someone might think, ‘are you going to snag the movie’, and my answer is NO FUCKING WAY. You see, I know that fucking porn industry and I know that ‘Fox Ryder’ is going to make me so fucking pissed off. That one image could be the only powerfully sexy moment in that whole movie. I know porn producers. Even if there were a few other intensely exciting and genuinely human moments of genuine sexuality in that fucking piece of shit movie, instead of exploring the depths of that intensely erotic experience like some kind of Picasso or Michangelo, that porn producer will force me to endure having some insensitive pig cutting into that moment to bombard me with a fucking giant asshole at just the wrong critical fucking moment, while I am then forced to wait and wait and wait for one more flash of genuine humanity in that fucking ‘Fox Ryder’ piece of shit, so that fucker, the porn producer, can bombard me with those fucking stale clichés from some fucking cookbook. So, in case anyone is wondering, no I am not going to watch that ‘Fox Ryder’ movie. If you check back with me next year, and ask me if I finally cracked under the allure of that one fucking hot image and watched that fucking thing, my answer will still be NO FUCKING WAY. You see just thinking about watching that fucked up piece of shit produced by some fucking good for nothing insensitive slob like that lazy hack, the porn producer, makes me so furiously pissed off, and I mean so genuinely furiously pissed off, that when I say NO FUCKING WAY am I going to enrage myself with fucking porn anymore that I will not rise to the bait and watch ‘Fox Ryder’ because I know that instead of being thrilled by it I am going to be fucking furiously pissed off by it.

No, what I think I will do, though, is I think I will surf around a little and find that one fucking erotic moment from that film, download the thing onto my hard drive, and since it turned me on so very fucking much, I think I will jerk off, and who knows, perhaps this will be the fucking day when finally at long, long last I will be able to get a decent fucking sleep for a change. But as for watching that piece of churned out shit, the porn movie, when I say NO FUCKING WAY I genuinely and sincerely mean NO FUCKING WAY. Yes, I really do hate porn just that much. Oh FUCK, do I hate porn.

Erotica

There is something of a minor ‘revolution’ going on the porn industry, where certain young gay male porn stars are trying to do their own movies while cutting out that greedy con artist the porn producer. This is good, because not only is that porn producer an insensitive lazy slob, as you can tell by his fucking product, he is also greedy, and pockets millions for producing his shlock while giving the lambs he is fleecing as little as he can away with in the process. Just how little some lamb will get will depend on just how naive the porn producer figures that lamb might be. For that reason I would like to warn all the little lambs in the country about that porn producer, and even propose a fucking lamb strike, yes, that is right, a lamb walk out, and during that strike that porno producer can try putting his own ass onto some screen and see if he can make even so much as one buck off of it, since it is unlikely that he will be able to pocket the millions he is accustomed to pocketing showing off lamb ass since it will be his sorry worthless ass on the screen that time and not the ass of some naïve fleeced fucking lamb.

Now I would like to address myself to three young gay revolutionaries, Ralph Woods, Pierre Fitch, and Sean Lockhart.

Sean, you are capable of producing some very rare and extremely intense sexual charisma, as I have seen from that one intensely exciting snap shot of Fox Ryder. Fox Ryder is not Brent Corrigan, that withdrawn and timid soul. Don’t sell that foxy character to some lazy slob in the porn industry. What a huge fucking waste that would be.

All three of you guys should not begin producing ‘your own porn’. Fuck porn. Throw out that stale fucking cookbook. The only reason why that lazy slob, the porn producer, is able to get away with producing such fucking crap is that he faces no real competition. All this civilization ever produces is fucking porn. If you really want revolutionary justice against that fleece artist, you should start to run him right out of fucking business, and you would drive that talentless hack into bankruptcy not by imitating him and producing your own porn, but rather by producing something deeply human and thus very exciting. You would want to produce ‘erotica’ and not more of that fucking porn.

What is erotica? No one in our civilization knows the answer to that question, and you guys are probably thinking of producing porn for that very reason.

When I first went through puberty I remember making up mind that now that I was becoming sexual, and was ready for action, my goal would be to become the world’s very best lover. Yes, I loved those guys I went to school with and I loved them with burning passion, and so for that reason I was determined that if I got into the sack with one of those guys I loved so very much, that they were going to have the most memorable and thus most exciting, raunchy sexual experience they had ever had. I was going to be just that good. Only some fucking moron would every aim for a lesser goal than that when you have so much love for another human being, so you can see that my head was screwed on straight and my heart was in exactly the right place when it came to thinking about sex. Of course I was a post puberty adolescent at the time, so I had no idea just exactly how to go about reaching my great goal, which did worry me a little, but I was determined to learn the ropes and find out just exactly what it was that I was supposed to do for another living human being to make them so fucking horny that they would walk away from that sexual encounter with me feeling knock kneed and wobbly legged, and thinking to themselves that this was the best sex they had ever had in their lives.

Now there are those who might think that ‘erotica’ means scenes of John and Martha walking along some beach, holding hands, until John looks deeply into the eyes of Martha and says, ‘Martha, I love you so much,’ and then they gently embrace and kiss while fucking violins are playing in the background. If this was ‘sexual erotica’ John and Martha could then be seen in bed gently caressing in the most sedate and therefore loving manner possible. If I saw some ‘erotica’ like that thing I would find myself wondering just kind of idiots those two were, for you see, when you really love someone, when you love them with an undying love, you want to have such raunchy sex with them that they are launched off the surface of the planet and orbiting the fucking galaxy, you certainly don’t want to be gently smooching them, thus proving how very erotic you were being that time. That would be really fucking stupid.

Erotica, therefore, is real genuine human sexuality, and since erotica is loving, and therefore very sensitive, it is produced with some art, and would of course be absent all those fucking insensitive good for nothing fucking clichés so characteristic of that other fucking thing, the porno flick.

I realize that producing erotica might be a stretch, but I would urge you young revolutionaries to do some stretching, and since you insist on producing your own stuff, do some experimenting and at least try to produce some erotica instead of bombarding the planet with even more of that worthless porn. Don’t become like that porn producer, but rather be generous and fair. Do not become what you hate. You want loving, you give loving.

God

As we know the world is full of deranged weirdos who will be just furiously pissed off by the advice that I have just given those three young sexual revolutionaries, since apparently such religious weridos think that God must be every bit as much as a pointlessly cruel and worthless creep as they are. After all they are self righteous, and the theory is that God is righteous, so therefore God must, by definition be just like those idiotic brainless self righteous religious weirdos.

Now as I mentioned, when I was younger I made it my goal to give those whom I loved, how ever many of them there turned out to be, the most passionate sexual experience they ever had. According to the thought style of some fucked up idol worshipping weirdo, that would not be a very good idea, or, if they would concede that it was a good idea, it would only be a good idea if I just did it the one time. If it was done more than once then, according to the senseless mind of some weirdo, it would be very, very bad.

Now it was very, very good the first time I did it, but apparently, for some fucking weirdo reason, it would be very very bad the second time around. The third would be even worse than that. Now the simple truth of the matter is that it would be just fantastic the first time, and a very kind and loving thing to do for another human being, and it would also be just as fantastic and loving the second time, or the third time. This can be confirmed by asking the second and third of my lovers and they would say that, yes, it was fantastic and a very kind and loving thing I did for them that second or third time, and only some religious weirdo would find some reason to try and contradict the plain and simple truth.

About the only reason some fucking weirdo can ever give for why I would want to avoid being intensely loving, and thus very fucking sexually raunchy, for a second or third or fourth time, is that if I want to go to heaven I should not be very kind to anymore than one fucking human being. If I cross the line, say, and I am passionately loving and very generous to that second fucking human being then I have crossed the line and will go to some place called hell to be roasted by some weirdo god until the end of time. Now given my strong tendency to want to just say FUCK YOU to those warp minded fucking perverts, the religious weirdos of the world, and then go ahead and just love away on that second person I love so very, very much, it is understandable why it would be required to light a fucking eternal barbeque to fucking stop me, because I am just that determined and really cannot see any genuine reason not to proceed with my plans, and so therefore a non-genuine reason will have to be cooked up to stop me from performing any more really loving acts, and since these were really loving acts, it would have to be something extremely horrifying like an eternity on a fucking barbeque since there is very little other way that I could ever be prevented from committing my second illegal and criminal loving act.

Now this so called god hasn’t been seen for one fucking of a long, long fucking time, doing much of anything at all. You would think that block of wood would do the stump hop, by hopping down off that stump where that idol has been perched for so very fucking long, and then part the Pacific Ocean once a century to keep its reputation fresh, and remind everyone in the world of just how important religious doctrine really is, thus giving us one more fair warning not to fuck more than one time, OR ELSE. However it would appear that this so called god doesn’t have the time to part oceans or tread down mountains for us since that god is so very fucking busy invading and policing the bedrooms of the planet, being on the look out for any criminally illegal acts of loving. Now never let it be said that the block of wood is against good loving, but that idol wants everyone to love each other with true purity of heart, and that means that you can never drive another human being you love so very much to the very heights of supreme ecstasy, because that would be so very, very wrong. If I was to ask someone who I just finished driving to such supreme heights whether they thought it was a very bad fucking idea they would no doubt tell me, no, and certainly while I was driving them on, they would be saying, ‘don’t stop, oh more, oh more’, and so you can see that for this very same fucking reason stump sitting block of wood has always seemed so idiotic to most of humanity while religious doctrine has always seemed more than a little insane, being so contradictory to the simple reality of that situation as it so plainly and clearly is.

Yes that carved stump will be out policing bedrooms and cracking down on any signs of excess loving, but it certainly won’t be found policing my bedroom, that fucker. You see, in my case, I don’t keep anything repressed down inside myself, but rather everything is right near the surface, which means that it is right on the tip of my tongue. If I was just in the middle of a truly loving and passionate embrace and that bedroom invading peeping fucking Tom suddenly showed up to fuck with me, that rude ruthless prick would get a tongue lashing that this god would never fucking forget. If I saw that ruthless oppressor busting up some passionate embrace in some other bedroom, just like some house invading squad of invading Muslim lunatics, nations under Islam being one of the few deranged societies where we still see such senseless idiocy being practiced today, I would be shocked by pointless senseless cruelty of the actions of that peckerhead god of theirs, and since everything is right on the tip of my tongue, both that Allah and those braindead fucking morons, the Muslims, would be hearing about it pretty fucking quick.

For you see, I hate bullying, and I don’t care if the ruthless bully is Allah or some Muslim doing the job of Allah, since Allah has been sitting motionless on some stump for ages of time, and thus is not presently available to do the job in person, thus outsourcing that vitally important task to some Muslims, the idea here being that if some Muslims fanatics don’t get the job done then no one will. Correct me if I am wrong, but if Muslims stop invading houses, arresting people for the high crime of fucking, and then shooting them, would Allah be forced to intervene, do the stump hop, and get that job done since the Muslim nut jobs let Allah down, thus forcing Allah to become very disappointed and thus forcing Allah to take action. Why don’t we all find out, and those idol worshippers can stop making human sacrifices to that stump block and then we can see if perhaps that thing is forced to do the stump hop to get the job done.

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