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And by and large, being a porno whore means something's gotten kind of fucked up somewhere, though I'm sure many on this board will defend it tooth and nail. The well-known fact that no one wants their own child or close relatives to do porn or prostitution, or other sex industry work is the best evidence, tried and true as it is, that such arguments are self-serving and disingenuous. The idea that most--not all, but most--of these girls have robust emotional lives and are not in one way or another seriously dysfunctional is ludicrous really. For most whores, being a whore is every bit as "unmanageable" as being an alcoholic: people who feel good about themselves and their prospects in life just don't typically suck cock for cash.

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You see, nobody on this board denies that the whores are fucked up. On the contrary, we celebrate it. The more fucked up she is, the more strokeworthy. Daddy issues? :banana cream: Throw in some Drug issues? :banana cream: :banana cream: Pistol whipping suitcase pimp? :banana cream: :banana cream: :banana cream: And so on...

As for the A.A./Lubben issue, two things:

First, while A.A. has some "cultish" aspects, I've never seen recovering drunks proselytizing the way the Jesus freaks do; and

Second, the goal of A.A. is to help Drunks who seek help to help themselves. The goal of the Jesus Freaks is to amass members and money by preying on the troubled and vulnerable. First they convert them. The converts achieve a degree of stability (job, apartment, etc.) and begin to kick their hard earned money (tithes) upstairs o the fat men with backwards collars. Finally, the newly minted stable Christians are sent out to make converts of their own, using themselves as "success stories."

Finally, the folks in A.A., while seeking assistance fro a higher power, recognize that, fundamentally, it's up to them whether they succeed or fail. The Jesus Freaks abdicate all personal responsibility by "surrendering to the will of God." Big Difference.

And when are you going to do something about that name, anyway? You've either got a pair of cast iron balls, zero common sense or a sick sense of humor.