A Short History of Pornography
By Tony Grist
The Greeks went in for some really hardcore
Tableware. They had grinning big boys
Doing it every whichaway
With common whores
With frizzy hairdos.
Not a whole lot of respect for women
There one feels.
But some of it’s sweet.
This lovely couple - with her on top -
Look equal, and they’re having fun,
Gazing into each other’s eyes.
I’d have no qualms about eating my bread
And grapes off them.
The Romans painted
Scenes of congress on dining room walls
Where women, kids and servants could see ‘em.
I call that civilized.
Was dug from its tufa, the dilettanti
Kept all the good stuff out of sight.
And traded phalloi and dinky statues
And prints of the same in small editions
Like Pokemon cards.
And only men
With properly elevated minds
(Which meant, in practice, a private income)
Were in on the game.
I proffer “cum”
To my search engine and after a handful
Of jolly sites in devotional Latin,
We’re into the good old bizarre bazaar -
A billion pictures of what you like,
But none, I think, painted on crockery.
If I had kids I could put a lock
On the engine, keep their scrabbling minds
From the fundamentals.
When I was a kid
I’d scrape up my peas and potato to get
At the bunnikins pattern underneath.
Just think how big an incentive your Greek
Or Roman kid had to clear its plate.
wednesday100: "The Understanding", Lex-Lionel for the forgiveness challenge.
She unFriended me and my sense of relief is so enormous that I'm thinking there is something to that argument that we are trained to put some abstract ideal of relationships over both logic and our personal feelings to a ridiculous degree. Twice I have unFriended her and then put her back on within the hour, always rationalizing it in terms of what can be learned from her, what values we share overriding my overwhelming dislike of the way she treats me and others; but at the same time I have been insisting that we learn nothing from one another anyway if it's not done with respect, with mutuality, and it certainly has not been. And yet, I still reject the model that says women are victims of their own unwillingness to fight like men; why in fuck must we do everything as men allegedly do, even fight?
You're The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe!
by C.S. Lewis
You were just looking for some decent clothes when everything changed quite dramatically. For the better or for the worse, it is still hard to tell. Now it seems like winter will never end and you feel cursed. Soon there will be an epic struggle between two forces in your life and you are very concerned about a betrayal that could turn the balance. If this makes it sound like you're re-enacting Christian theological events, that may or may not be coincidence. When in doubt, put your trust in zoo animals.
Take the Book Quiz at the Blue Pyramid.
perkypaduan is coming over and bringing Mystery, Alaska because I have never seen it despite Russell and Colm Meaney (in fact, at one time I had a full press kit for it, including slides, but I sold it on eBay for $40 so I could buy more Sharpe DVDs and stuff because who knew Russell of all people was going to start doing it for me?). In her honor I present the following photo, entitled "Why The Bed Will Not Be Made When You Get Here."