You know, the practical concerns of bodily health rarely enter my confusions over this. Maybe your at a more advanced stage of pornography despair than me, mein Barglis, but my preoccupation and horror and delectation is almost entirely upon the unknowing and unforgiving eye of the camera of whatever sort there is. When I was in High School the huge talk about a "train" at a Spring party pulled upon a certain girl who was v ery popular was on all our minds. It was mythic. It was ultimately anecdotal. Now it is more or less fondly remember by all I'm sure in the spread of 30dom. Then there were no videos or any digitization of experience into cruel frozen transgressions. This to my mind is the single most...whatever thing about that pornography. I cannot get my mind around or past that. I say it all the time, but in those old movies and old documentyaries in which a darkish, primitive forest peoples express unease with cameras that is viewed with amusement by us and the cretinous documentarians...I just think they saw something we didn't, and lucidly because we were spinning witnh the snowball while thdey were plumb. Daviod Lynch, the most lucid and prophetic of modern visual artists made appropriately vague reference to this when he has his schizo narrative persona in 'Lost Highway' state to Poloice Officers that he hates videotape because "I like to remember my own way, not necessaril;y how it was". That is very rtelevent and powerful and important stuff, I think. :bananacrum: