I know that many of you aren't involved in pornography in any way save for audience participation. And I sense that many of you are in a position of authority of some kind in your lives. I was walking at the State Park yesterday and reciting the oft used pornography board business phrase "Does she do creampies?" over and over again to myself quietly, not because of mental illness but for, like, a poetical and amusing investigation. If you repeat things often enough they begin to sound weird, and if you continue from there you may end up unlocking some heretofor unavailable truth surrounding them. Anyway, I then thought about you guys and wondered if some of you might not have been in charge of hiring employees at some point in a non-pornography context, perhaps in an Office Max or a warehouse or a Pier One or a Bob Evans or something. I then wondered if during one of these interviews if the strange existence you have here had not intruded into your minds and you felt the sudden urge to ask the applicant "Do you do creampies?" out of the blue. This made me laugh.

I often wonder during the time I'm speaking with even a strange woman I've never met, what kind of demons I could conjure from her if I was banging her in the ass on her birthday, or something like that.

What kind of devils could we bring out of these innocent girls?

cumalloverher, how does this picture make you feel?

It makes me feel sad, but hopeful that an artist had the aesthetic, moral courage, and social responsibility to depict it. Things are goingt to be changed by this work.

I'll have to remember that next Sunday after communion. After I've bowed my head for two minutes reflecting on God's gift, I have ample time to observe those filing down the aisle, wondering which one of them is the kinkiest.