Archive for March 31st, 2005I indicated in the Beautiful Agony Post below that Audioblogger was acing funky. Well, tonight it showed up three times, so I edited and here’s the best post of the three. Marc reads! Rah rah rah. Anyway, if you are interested in the full text, let me know, and if I get enough requests, I’ll type it up, edit this post, and post it. Different than PostIts. Heh.   I wrote something new, but didn’t feel like typing. Tried to Audioblog it twice, but the service is acting all wonkey. So I give you one of my favorite diversions instead, and promise to have the new writing up next week. I’ll probably fulfill my writing commitment to CPFA first, though. But first, a lead-in story. When we were kids, my brother and I discovered a stash of old Playboys in my uncle’s old barn. We spent long afternoons there looking at the naked ladies. We must have been around nine or so. Then, we’d go pick black cherries from his trees and gorge ourselves. When we couldn’t eat anymore, we’d have cherry fights, and walk into the house looking like we’d just crawled out of a foxhole in WWI. Uncle Roger discovered that we had found his stash once, and called to tell my ‘ole man. I remember him calling us into his bedroom. We stood in front of him at his desk, and he calmy told us that Uncle Roger had found us out. He wasn’t upset, but asked us instead why we liked looking at those magazines. We said we liked to look at naked ladies. He responded by telling us that ladies would never pose for pictures like that. Years after having run embarrassed from his room, I have become bored by pornography. Forget that it is a multimillion dollar industry, that it desensitizes one to sex, that it subjugates women etc. It’s just plain dull. Most pornography lacks imagination and class. When I was on the road, the guys with whom I traveled were incessantly buying those horrid Barely Legal magazines. I found them hilarious, what, with all of their bad writing. I would call ArmyWife, for kicks, and read her the bad porn to torture her. One night, we were talking about the low quality of porn in the modern world, and spent some time surfing the Internet to see who could find the worst porn. I don’t remember who won, but I remember stumbling across Beautiful Agony , and being impressed with its originality and class. Maybe the women who submit their films aren’t ladies, and maybe the men who submit their films aren’t gentlemen, but the beauty is returned to sex. Back in college, Professor Baird used to say that sex was one of the most beautiful agonies we cold endure as humans. It’s one of the times we are most vulnerable, and we can look beautiful while doing it, but we also look very funny. When I first discovered Beautiful Agony, I remembered these three things, and was impressed with the tastefulness of the site. I was impressed at the gracefulness and bravery of these people exposing themselves to millions of potential viewers. And I have to say that Beautiful Agony gets the Marcus Maximus seal of approval. Drop by and see for yourself. Yes, it’s a pay site, but for those of you cheep-o’s out there, there are a few free Windows Media streams. The price is reasonable, though, if you want to go down that road. More fun than a box full of Q-Tips. Yes, there are men on the site too. Less so than women, but I guess that just means more women aren’t ashamed of their sexuality, then, doesn’t it? Beautiful Agony Tags: |
