Sunday, February 5, 2012

Thank You, Internet?

In a very moving recent post, the lovely, gracious, and talented vacuumslayer thanked the internet for exposing her to viewpoints with which she was not familiar. Yeah, the internet is a great place for learning about topics one had never really considered before, a wonderful mechanism for broadening one's horizons... that's good, really good. At any rate, I'm pretty sure it's good, even if it kinda freaks you out.

Brando put up a recent post about video game addiction (friends don't let friends catass!) which led me to do some googling of online games. In my search, I found **DRAMATIC PAUSE** Voregotten Realm, which would, from its description, seem to straddle the line between a multi-user game and, frankly, some rather outré porny content, specifically porny content with a vorephilia theme (check out the artwork of the dragon swallowing someone, which is probably not considered a bad outcome in this particular game). From the description of the game (which is apparently not available these days), characters in the game can choose to be humans or furries (but, alas, no sexy robots).

In a world in which people are getting off by pretending to be anthropomorphic raccoons being swallowed whole by monsters, plain old gayness seems to be quaint and old-fashioned. The Kinsey scale should be reconfigured to look more like a spirograph than a straight line. Still, in this age of multifarious sexual expression the bigots still fight to keep a sizable segment of our population in "second-class citizen" status. They know their time is nearly up, so their fight is a rear-guard action of particular viciousness and desparation.

For an unsensational depiction of the related macrophilia, this post is a good one. While I'm pretty goddamn vanilla on the kink scale (any seemingly masochistic tendencies on my part can be chalked up to "sport"), there are very few consensual kinks that freak me out (hey, as long as nobody gets hurt, everything's cool). Now, I can't end on a serious note, so... anybody got a macrophiliac/voraphiliac Chris Christie fetish?

12 comments:

Laura said...

Nothing really freaks me out or surprises me (sexually) anymore either. I pretty much feel the same way. If everyone is having fun and no one's hurt, should anyone have a problem with it at the end of the day? Least of all, me? (or, most of all.. not sure which is the right one to use). :)

Aside from my crushing fetish, I don't think that there is anything too strange about me.
Well except that one thing... :D

((Hugs))
Laura

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Quit catassing the computer!
~

vacuumslayer said...

I recently outed myself at man boobz as borderline conservative/vanilla* sexually. But, yeah, I've never understood people concerning themselves with other people's sex lives. Seems silly.

If I ever run across some paraphilia I find distasteful (and there are many), I remind myself that no one's forcing ME to partake...so why should I give as shit?

*Doesn't mean I'm not brain meltingly sexy and won't rock your world.

Thanks for the shout-out. I'm all touched and shit. *drags toe across floor*

Substance McGravitas said...

In a world in which people are getting off by pretending to be anthropomorphic raccoons being swallowed whole by monsters, plain old gayness seems to be quaint and old-fashioned.

Needs movie-trailer voice.

Another Kiwi said...

Getting off on being a racoon being eaten by a dragon is just sick. Now, a cutsey bunny rabbit being eaten is HAWT.
Also, I had to find out what MUD games are, yes, had to learn something. I hope BBBB is happy with that.

Smut Clyde said...

Memo to self: Explore blogging potential of erotic statuefication some time.

vacuumslayer said...

Dear Internet,

I never thought this would happen to me...but I thought I'd seen it all when a man with an enticingly high forehead introduced me to the world of statue humping...or statue standing...or something...

Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

Aside from my crushing fetish, I don't think that there is anything too strange about me.

A friend of mine does "alternative modeling" and some guy paid her for a photo shoot in which she put on heels and stomped on toy cars.

Quit catassing the computer!

As long as it's not sexual catassment, it's okay!

I recently outed myself at man boobz as borderline conservative/vanilla* sexually.

It's funny how you have to "come out" as a square these days.

Thanks for the shout-out. I'm all touched and shit.

Hey, now, I consider blogging to be, to some extent, a collaborative effort.

Needs movie-trailer voice.

Needs a movie-trailer first... do you think Lucasfilms would bankroll Star Vores? That giant asteroid slug could star in the movie.

Also, I had to find out what MUD games are, yes, had to learn something. I hope BBBB is happy with that.

Just remember to take a "biological function" break every four hours or so... I don't care if the +20 Hammer of Smashation is going to respawn any minute, no pooping in a bucket next to the computer! Also, don't cross Mrs. Cat, I hear she's a dangerous beastie.

Explore blogging potential of erotic statuefication some time.

Well, you did post a photo of the Perseus and Medusa fountain recently!

I never thought this would happen to me...but I thought I'd seen it all when a man with an enticingly high forehead introduced me to the world of statue humping...or statue standing...or something...

Who could possibly resist the lure of Sexy Smut?

wiley said...

Is there a name of finding oneself strangely aroused with the idea of being an object--- such as an electric guitar--- and being set on fire, on stage, by a musician? I must admit, I was taken aback by that one, and haven't had the desire to be an object since.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SV2VZOQnVQo&feature=fvst

Usually I want to be reincarnated as a beloved baby cow on a nice farm. Such is my love for milk.

Or an otter. It would be nice to be an otter. But none of that is sexual in nature.

Oddly enough, I've never felt the need to gild the lily, if ya know what I mean.

Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

Is there a name of finding oneself strangely aroused with the idea of being an object--- such as an electric guitar--- and being set on fire, on stage, by a musician? I must admit, I was taken aback by that one, and haven't had the desire to be an object since.

Wiley, were there... how do I put this tactfully... substances involved in this instance?

Usually I want to be reincarnated as a beloved baby cow on a nice farm. Such is my love for milk.

Problem is, nice farms are hard to come by these days. Sad how the factory mentality took hold, to the extent that even human beings are treated like expendable objects.

Or an otter. It would be nice to be an otter.

Otters do look like they're having a blast all the time.

But none of that is sexual in nature.

Better not tell that to Pupienus Maximus!

Laura said...

Of course, you know that I'd totally be down with that alternative modeling. :P

That would be SUCH a cool job. Oh, and the stories I could blog about!

((Hugs))
Laura

wiley said...

You. You were. You were there?!

Wow.

I think I was like thirteen or fourteen. How could you be there? You can't be older than me, can you? Did you have hippy parents or something?

Wow.