…because porn matters.
A shot from years long ago. Unfortunately I don’t have this one in an appropriate resolution! Nonetheless, these photos perfectly demonstrate the vibrant sex of Gitta Blond. She’s still one of my favourites, you will rarely find persons having sex with such great intensity like her.
The sophistication of these shots is shining through: despite the naughty action there is a big harmony in these images. At least on the colour level. And by adding a bit of white colour the pornographic world is in order again. But wait – we can get a hint of something very different which is acting against the harmony mentioned minutes ago. Visual shock: Would cumshots be working if they would look like this? It’s only chocolate, so don’t worry. We’ll dig a bit deeper into the colour psychology of porn in future postings.
Colours: when the eye is the darkest spot, wrapped in darkness on a sunny day.
Last year it’s been Lizard Squad, this year it’s Phantom Squad – this kind of scum that’s penetrating gamer’s networks won’t die out. And after the one or another arrest new leagues of script kiddies, eager to pass their tests of courage, emerging from the dust. Who knows, maybe they are just collecting street credibility for further criminal activities in the future. Your parents are certainly proud of you, kids!
At the end of the day, we’re trapped. You may be one of the good ones or a social disease instead: in the middle of life we are surrounded by death. And it can happen anytime. It might happen now. And what happens after that is depending on your belief system.
We have found many ways to ignore this simple truth. We are seeing meaning in the midst of the chaos called life, our concept of love isn’t just based on hormones and reproduction. And even if these concepts are too difficult for us, we still have entertainment.
Entertainment is our weakest weapon against the cruelty of life. But it’s the most successful we have. The promise of entertainment is the quietness of mind. Is to make us sleepy. Because we want it.
The sleep of reason is bearing monsters, they say. But if entertainment is making us sleepy in order to prevent us from fearing the cruelty of our existence, then I’d say entertainment is a friendly monster. And (apart from comedies) porn is the friendliest of them all, reducing our brain activity to zero.
Yes, we could see it this way.
But maybe it’s not that evil. At least I was able to meditate on this with the support of a bit of porn. The question itself remains, though: how can we go on with our life when everything around us is falling apart? It’s the question of theodicy for many years, and of course this silly blog can’t give you an answer. Not really.
There’s a war in Europe. No, this time it’s not about refugees escaping from such, but the big adblocker war. What’s happening? Big publisher’s in Germany are trying to get rid of users that installed an adblocker plugin in their browsers. Thirst, they displayed large messages on their news portals begging for users to switch off their blockers. The next level was bolting out users with an active adblocker. And now first companies are suing users who were publishing hints for circumventing the adblock blockers. If that’s no reason for putting these news portals on my eternal blacklist. Continue reading
I don’t know which photo exactly it was – probably this one – but this nice shot of my porn crush Justine Ashley was banned from Tumblr (“…violates one or more of Tumblr’s community guidelines”). How ridiculous can it be? I don’t think a real human being did that, most likely it was a piece of software. I wasn’t amused; I don’t know what’s the problematic part in this shot. In free countries nobody would protest when it was seen on TV, for example. But censorship’s coming on soft feet. You certainly know facebook’s ridiculous campaign against the female breast, or, precisely: the nipple. Most of this part of female anatomy is recognized by algorithms.
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Eyes – the windows to the soul. The pornographic hand, a brief touch of tenderness. A shy kiss – traces of intimacy.
Nurse in red: Donna Bell