We owe a huge debt to the mainstream pornographers of the eighties and nineties who fought tooth and nail, forcing the Internet to remain an open medium of exchange. They were the only ones with the organization and finances to fight such battles. We still swim in the glistening daylight of their victories, with broad access to smut being the least of these gains. Least but still acting as a passkey to freedom's door; mainstream pornographers are head and shoulders above all the other pseudo-ethical organizations and their diseased fascist visions for a clean society.
Today, the heirs to the throne of sleaze insist on remaining a creative, profitable, offbeat, and an occasional comically satirical part of humanity's culture. They have earned that place.
What shock I can gather from being confronted by something like this was long since trounced by history.
More recently, Abducted By Daleks and Tasha’s Pony Tales induce only a "wait! what?" moment, followed by welcome laughter.
As for my favorite book being given the old nudge nudge, wink wink, humpidy hump treatment, I don't see how that could work even if I wouldn't put it past them to try. I am more interested in seeing how Graham Greene might have reacted. Oh, that he were still alive to see such a thing.
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