Virginia Gun Massacre

dHarry said:
I honestly can't remember where I encountered the falsely-attributed "sex is rape" concept, although it is widely mis-attributed and has attained the status of urban myth ...

As we have seen, and continue to see, on this thread, falsely attributed statements propagate and transform into "fact" at the speed of light.

Tea said:
I, on the other had, credit women - as mentally-competent adults - with the initiative to make their own decisions about how best to make a living. Don't like sucking cock on camera for cash? Then don't do it. Get a job in, you know, an office or a school or a shop or a bar or something, like most people do. Or claim the dole

Presumably the many millions of girls, boys, women, men throughout the world [half a million in Bangkok alone] who don't like "sucking cock" (whether for cash or not) but "choose" to do so anyway are therefore "mentally incompetent" ... For Tea, prostitution, de-politicised into anti-feminist consumerism, a matter of individual "choice" not collective outrage, is a lifestyle choice, a career progression, for the "well-balanced" never-deluded egoist. I know what I want and I'm going to have it! [Tea's ideology, the tired old social-Darwinist/liberal capitalist one, is preaching that the poor or oppressed have "chosen" to be poor or oppressed because, being endowed with the magical property of "free choice", they are free to choose otherwise (get a "proper" job, shop, engage in guilt-free fucking, etc), and those who don't do this - who don't "choose" to be poor but who nevertheless remain so - therefore lack "initiative", lack the entrepreneurial spirit, are obviously then "mentally incompetent". I'm not British, but isn't this how the 2.6 million people there on disability benefit are smugly and routinely defined by the Tea-towel heads of this world?]

Tea said:
Exactly where you get the idea that I'm supporting child porn is equally mystifying to me. Not to mention the fact that I'm apparently a 'mysogynist' for daring to disagree with Andrea 'All Sex Is Rape' Dworkin

By, among other things (already amply demonstrated in previous posts), arguing that it is not, in fact, porn:

By automatically excluding child pornography from your "definition" of porn as something taking place between "willing participants".

By dismissing child pornography as not being an instance of "porn as rape": "I must have missed that bit. In fact, I just re-read it, and I still can't see it. Would you be so good as to point out exactly where you prove this statement?"

[As I already said, it is not that you support child pornography, it is that you have fallen into the trap of defending it in order to persist in your well-documented (now pathological) agenda of ridiculing everything I say here.]

And apparently, Tea's dismissing of Dworkin as a "damaged woman" is his notion of "daring to disagree," as opposed to a misogynistic description. Presumably he suscribes to Idlerich's version of a misogynist (as utilised in Idlerich's last post), as someone (myself seemingly) who opposes the pornographic abuse of women (or anyone else). Questioning pornography [or indeed, questioning a person's "right" to be abused and to abuse] is - misogynistic!

dHarry said:
Of course Hundred Million Lifetimes never said "sex is rape" either; but he is insisting that "porn is rape". I still can't find a clear explication of this - does it rest on paedophilia/child porn? Care to clarify HMLT?

Needless to say, child porn is a huge factor [the commonplace practice of excluding it from "proper" porn, of treating it as porn's evil Other, should alert us to this; confronting such a false dichotomy opens up the possibility of serious debate and analysis of pornography], but I introduced "porn is rape" as, obviously, a hypothesis, and - sadly - I have not seen, as I've previously stated, any arguments or evidence to suggest that such a hypothesis is as yet manifestly false. I do not consider appeals to consumerist choice [the only arguments presented here to date] as "evidence" to refute such a hypothesis, such liberal-ideological choice being a self-defeating illusion [even the pro-paedophilia lobby use the very same ego-based rhetoric, the same "free choice" ideology to justify their "rights"].
 

Guybrush

Dittohead
Hundredmillionlifetimes: are you saying that freedom of choice is an illusion—or at least severely circumscribed in practice—and that this means that the actions of ostensibly autonomous adults therefore should be judged on a par with those of children? That the legal difference is immaterial as it’s an arbitrary man-made construction? If so, I find this somewhat rigid a view. To illustrate why all porn scarcely can be classed as rape a simple counter-example should suffice. If a couple in their fifties decide upon making their own porn movie, solely for their own enjoyment, I find it very hard to argue for the end-product being a portrayal of rape—yet, it’s most definitely still porn.

Below is an illustrative description of how modern-day porn is made, written by the feminist, and sometime porn-producer, Rollertrain. Pretty soulless stuff, and Boogie Nights it ain’t.

The Gonzo Interview

Avid fans of gonzo porn are intimately familiar with how each scene is set up in the video, because they're all the same. The only things that really change are the tacky living room, the sticky leather couch, the color of the stacked heels, what small shred of clothing the girl is wearing, and the girl.

The female talent usually choose the same costumes: Bras from the mall, string-thin thongs, ripped fishnet tops, schoolgirl skirts, lace tangas, cotton boyshorts, and six-inch platforms that render them immobile. I always enjoy watching the girl walk into the scene. She seems to be tip-toeing slowly and sexily for your benefit, until she teeters and stumbles on her shoes. It's quite endearing.

The male talent typically pop into the scene nude and fully erect, which leads you to believe that they can drop their pants and spring a ten-inch boner in sixty seconds. What you don't see is the two-plus hours of tugging and wanking they've been doing as the female talent poses for her photoshoot. Only .0000000000001% of the adult male population can actually perform well in porn. You read that all the time because it's true.

The director, or, in gonzo's case, the guy who's holding the camera, usually stays out of the way unless he gets a complimentary sucking from the starlet. But one thing all hardcore gonzo directors have in common is the Talent Interview. If you don't find it at the beginning of each scene, it's waiting for you in the extras section. And it goes something like this:

Director: What do we have here? Come let me get a look at you.

The Female Talent tries her best to walk seductively towards the old and ugly fat man with the digital camcorder. Her mind is thinking Supermodel but her body is thinking Pornstar. The resulting gait is further complicated by the six inches of cheap plastic haphazardly strapped to each of her french pedicured feet.

Director: Well look what the pussy dragged in [Someone should make a list of all the gonzo directors' attempts at witty snipets]! Honey, you have got an ass on you. Turn around for the camera, baby.

The Female Talent turns around. Her back is now facing the camera.

Director: Can you do this for me?

The Female Talent can't see what the director is asking for, so she turns around and faces the camera again.

Director: No, baby. You bend over for the camera. Show everyone that amazing ass. Come on.

The Female Talent turns around and sticks out her ass.

Director: Bend all the way over, baby. All the way. Daddy wants to see that fine juicy ass.

The Female Talent bends over and nearly busts her mouth open. She forgets about the six-inch gap between herself and the hardwood flooring.

Director: Where did you get an ass like that?

The Female Talent continues to bend over.

Director: Where did you get that ass, hmm? Did Daddy give you that fine juicy thing?

The Female Talent squints at the director; because she is bent over, she must squint upside down and through her legs.

Director: You can answer. Tell me where you got that ass.

Female Talent: Um, do you want me to take off my thong?

Director: No, keep it on. It looks too good. I could scoop that ass up and eat it with a spoon. I bet it tastes like butter.

The director reaches out and squeezes the Female Talent's ass. She nearly falls over. He steadies her with his free hand.

Director: Can you do a sexy dance for us?

The Female Talent bends up and starts to sway back and forth. Her mind is thinking ballet class, but her body is thinking Candi Cotton at the Spearmint Rhino. The result is an awkward booty-shaking arabesque.

Director: Take off that bra, baby. Let me see those perky little titties.

The Female Talent unhooks her bra and tosses it to the floor.

Director: You've never done much dancing, have you, baby?

Female Talent: Um, I took ballet classes.

Director: That's not the kind of dancing I mean. Take off your thong, but do it real slow, and make it sexy. Be sexy for me. Can you be sexy for me?

Female Talent: Yes.

She plops down on the sticky leather couch, spreads her legs, and starts to pull down her thong. The thong can't come down because her legs are spread too wide. So she closes her legs, because that's what she's used to, and pulls her thong down to mid-thigh.

Director: Spread those legs, baby. Let me get a shot of that juicy little pussy.

The Female Talent hikes her thong back up and spreads her legs.

Director: No, take it off.

Female Talent: Oh. Um, OK.

She slips out of the thong, sits down and spreads her legs. The director zooms in on her goodies.

Director: So, tell us how old you are?

The Female Talent is twenty-one, but has been instructed to say "Eighteen" because she is currently being paid to star in 18 Year Old Wet Dreams. She forgets this.

Female Talent: Twenty-one.

Director: You mean eighteen.

Female Talent: Oh yea, I'm eighteen.

Director: Who cares how old you are with an ass like that. So what's your name, baby?

Female Talent: Brianna Jenna.

Director: Brianna Jenna?

Female Talent: Yep.

Director: That's quite a name.

The Female Talent smiles.

Director: You did your homework on that one.

The Female Talent smiles.

Director: So tell us where you're from.

Female Talent: California.

Director: A native California girl! You're a rare breed, baby.

Female Talent: Well, I grew up in Indiana, but I always wanted to move to Los Angeles.

Director: So you live in LA now?

Female Talent: Um, I'm on vacation here.

Director: On vacation. Are you having a good time?

The Female Talent smiles and says yes.

Director: Is this your first scene?

Female Talent: Um, it's my third.

Director: What were your first two scenes?

The Female Talent stops to think.

Director: Do you remember who you did?

Female Talent: Well, I know I did a five-guy cream interracial with Mr. Lexington.

Director: Lexington Steele or Mr. Marcus?

Female Talent: Um, the black guy with the really big dick.

Director: So you shot with Lexington?

Female Talent: Yea, for a five-guy cream interracial.

Director: You mean a five-guy interracial cream pie?

The Female Talent giggles and says yes.

Director: That's OK. You don't need to remember anything with an ass like that. Who else did you work with?

Female Talent: Um, some weird guy from Europe.

Director: Was he white or black?

Female Talent: I think he was French.

Director: Oh Jesus, Steve Holmes. I don't know where the fuck that guy is from. Hey TJ!

TJ the Camera Grip: Yea?

Director: Where's Steve Holmes from?

TJ the Camera Grip: He's from fuckin' Germany, man. All those Europervs are from Jumanni.

Director: Our girl Jenna Brianna shot with him.

TJ the Camera Grip: No shit! Did she take her HIV test?

Director: TJ, don't scare the talent.

Female Talent: My name is Brianna Jenna, not Jenna Brianna.

Director: I'm sorry, baby. It's hard keeping up with fifty blondes with the same name. Can you smile for me? Can you open your mouth?

The Female Talent opens her mouth, and the Director slides two fingers inside. He encourages her to simulate oral sex.

Director: So do you know what you're doing today, Brianna Jenna?

Female Talent: Yeff.

Director: What are you gonna do for us today?

Female Talent: Dobo pemetrafin.

Director: Lemme take my fingers out of your sweet little mouth. Tell us what you're doing again?

Female Talent: Double penetration.

Director: Are you ready for three hard cocks?

The greatest thing about gonzo is that it's really hard to fake. If you're not enjoying yourself, it shows up on camera. That's what's funny about gonzo interviews; here you have this young little thing who can barely pronounce her own name. But insert an erect dick, and you have a sexual supernova. After watching at least five or six thousand hours worth of gonzo porn, I believe the interview is harder than both the scene and the male talent.

The Female Talent looks off camera. She has fear, dollar signs and designer purses in her eyes. She wipes off her mouth, looks at the camera, rips off her plastic platforms, smiles and says Yes I Am.
 
Hundredmillionlifetimes: are you saying that freedom of choice is an illusion—or at least severely circumscribed in practice—and that this means that the actions of ostensibly autonomous adults therefore should be judged on a par with those of children? That the legal difference is immaterial as it’s an arbitrary man-made construction? If so, I find this somewhat rigid a view.

I'm not interested in the (rigid) legal view, which has nothing to do with notions of choice, freedom, or liberation, but is instead grounded in the rights of property.

Unlike children, adults can rationalise their childishness. [eg. belief in Santa Clause is not perpetuated by children, who ALL, revolutionary-style, suddenly stop "believing" by around the age 8-11: it isn't that children really really - in a sublime manner -believe in Santa Clause, it is that adults allow/impose on/enable children to believe for them (belief is always the belief of the other). Adults perpetuate the belief, whereas children play along with it in exchange for the promise of loads of lovely toys and goodies - perfect training/indoctrination for the future consumer, replicated in the next generation ...]


To illustrate why all porn scarcely can be classed as rape a simple counter-example should suffice. If a couple in their fifties decide upon making their own porn movie, solely for their own enjoyment, I find it very hard to argue for the end-product being a portrayal of rape—yet, it’s most definitely still porn.

But your imagined example is neither evidence nor an argument. There is no elaboration of political context (who has "decided", and on what basis?), there is an elevation of vague "enjoyment" as something noble in itself, not to mention that if the porn is "solely" for their own use, again alleged, remaining in the private domain, how could we possibly judge whether it is porn or not? Are you not falsely constructing a purely counter-factual scenario here: too many IFs here, too many BIG IFs - and if pornography was actually something other than what it actually is, it would be something completely different :cool:

Below is an illustrative description of how modern-day porn is made, written by the feminist, and sometime porn-producer, Rollertrain.

Feminist? You mean anti-feminist, surely, the new, improved, feminist-backlashing, consumer-trademarked, elitist female egoism that today passes for feminism? The ones who retrospectively re-imagine Margaret Thatcher, the Queen of England, Madonna, Kylie Minogue, and Leni Riefenstahl as revolutionary feminists ...
 

Mr. Tea

Let's Talk About Ceps
A man who thinks women are little better than children and only superficially capable of self-determination and free will, laying down the law about who does and doesn't qualify as a feminist? Oh, this is too good...
 
Tea, continuing his pathological crusade:

A man who thinks women are little better than children and only superficially capable of self-determination and free will, laying down the law about who does and doesn't qualify as a feminist? Oh, this is too good...


Women little better than children? What's your problem with children [in a society in which both men and women predominently elevate children to the status of The Untouchable Sacred]?

Pointing out that anti-feminists are not, er, feminists, is "laying [sic] down the law"?

Though I'd agree that the Law needs a good lay ...
 

Mr. Tea

Let's Talk About Ceps
My problem with children is that I still don't know what they're doing in this thread.

FYI:

There are women who like porn.
There are feminists who like porn.
There are feminists who make porn.

Who the hell made you arbiter of who counts and who doesn't count?
 
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Mr. Tea

Let's Talk About Ceps
[eg. belief in Santa Clause is not perpetuated by children, who ALL, revolutionary-style, suddenly stop "believing" by around the age 8-11: it isn't that children really really - in a sublime manner -believe in Santa Clause, it is that adults allow/impose on/enable children to believe for them (belief is always the belief of the other). Adults perpetuate the belief, whereas children play along with it in exchange for the promise of loads of lovely toys and goodies - perfect training/indoctrination for the future consumer, replicated in the next generation ...]
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mistersloane

heavy heavy monster sound
Talking of children - sorry I missed this whole thread, it's been great to read back, did anyone catch this?

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/technology/6638331.stm

Second Life.com and child porn, the phrase that stopped me in my tracks was 'sex with virtual children'. I'd like to know what people think of it, why is that a crime? I can see photos and consent and objectification and everything else, but surely sex with an avatar isn't a crime, is it? Should it be?
 

vimothy

yurp
It's mentioned in the BBC article - not virtual sex per se, but virtual pornography. I assume virtual sex would be proscribed under the same law. Seems a bit odd to me, but that's Germany for you.

Under Germany law possession of "virtual" child pornography is punishable by up to three years in jail.
 

Mr. Tea

Let's Talk About Ceps
It's a good argument for the involuntary euthanasia of the sad cunts who play Second Life.
I was going to put 'sterilisation' for a moment then, but realised that'd be a bit redundant. :)
 

vimothy

yurp
A tangent but I watched the World of Warcraft South Park this week.

Talking to one of the creators of WoW, Stan's Dad asks, "don't you have a World of Warcraft account?"
"No, I actually have a life."

Also, Cartman saying, "you can just hang around outside all day tossing a ball around, or you can sit at your computer and do something that matters."

Pwnage
 

Mr. Tea

Let's Talk About Ceps
On this subject, a guy I know from another messageboard said he used to walk to work every day past a sex shop called LOVECRAFT, and that he imagined it had a secret back room where they did life drawing classes for Japanese tentacle-rape porn. :cool:
 
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