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Another Angry Woman replied to Another Angry Woman

making this screenshot mastodon-exclusive content because it sums up my experience of you lot so far

“rick astley voice® we're no strangers to cum
Another Angry Woman replied to Another Angry Woman

to become god is the loneliest achievement of them all

Honestly "I'll do whatever you want then perish is the single most powerful exchange possible in the
Another Angry Woman replied to Another Angry Woman

the laws of man may celebrate your deeds, but higher powers may say otherwise

@ trediocity

tattletales are lawful evil

By, redlocity

Yes, Kevin, | brought my Game Boy to school. Did it bring you joy when you told the teacher? Did it satisfy your bloodlust when she confiscated it from me? You are no paragon of virtue. You are a beast. A vile monstrosity who feeds on suffering. The laws of man may celebrate your deeds, but higher powers may say otherwise.
Another Angry Woman replied to Another Angry Woman

perverted deviance of modern society

argumate:

Our descendants wil find our songs about butts and preference for thick ones ridiculously quaint, much like the Victorians going apeshit over visible ankies. BB argumate

#g0d knows what they wil be into #livers maybe

g alkthash

Our constant exposure to pornography and easy smut will numb us to nudiy. Eventually the hot new fetish will be gastro shows, where  live holographic display of the performers internal organs.

BB argumate

did you just invent vore

When | was a litle kid being allowed to look things up on the internet for the. first time, my mom gave me a Talk on Internet Safety. There were Things On The Internet, she explained. Inappropriate Things. Things | Was Too Young To See.

Little me fel that | was a Girl Of The World. | had Seen Things, | pointed out We had gone to the art museum; we had visited the part with the ancient Greek and Roman statues. | had seen (sotto voce) naked people. Not just in skimpy clothing, or underwear, or even  fig leaf, but entirely naked! There was nothing left for me to see!

My (poor, patient) mother sighed. No, she explained, there were Other Things. Things | Had Not Seen. Things Of Which | Did Not Know. They were on the internet, and | was to avoid them

It was clear that this was the Parental Final World. But Small Me was left terribly, terribly curious. I'd thought I'd understood how things worked - a picture of a person in regular clothes was modest; a picture of a person in a litle less than that, like Marilyn Monroe with her skirt being blown up, was a litle bit racy; a picture of a person in underwear was pretty much a sex thing; and a picture of a totally naked person was (if it wasn't art or anatomy) pornography.
So how could there be something more so than a totally naked person? What could this wrong forbidden inappropriate unnatural thing be?

The sequence so far had made sense! Less clothes, more inappropriate! And eventually you got down to nothing at all at which point you'd seen everything there was to see and nothing was left private anymore and married people could engage in baby-producing activities!

So I mulled this over for a long time. And finally, | came to a conclusion: Clearly, the next step in the sequence had to be taking off your skin.

This was extremely explanatory! No wonder this Secret Thing was so wrong — you had to skin someone alive to produce it! No wonder they didn't want kids seeing it - how traumatic! This really was a Perverted Deviance Of Modern Society!
‘Small Me proceeded to make the obvious series of extrapolations from this. There would be videos of people slowly and sexily removing their own skin, or other people’s skin, of course. There'd be images arranged to fook like. ‘someone was removing their skin when they really weren't. Some truly disturbed perverts would be watching videos where the muscle was stripped off. to show organs and bones. And no wonder sex slavery and prostitution were so horrifying, if women were being forced into that.

(Yes. Yes, | was familiar with the concept of prostitution but couldn't figure out the concept of porn. What can | say: | had a classical education. Turns out one of those comes up in Great Literature a lot more often than the other )

In any case, Small Me continued to operate under this assumption for quite some time. happy in its explanatory power, and feeling Terribly World-Wise And Jaded. (And occasionally feeling vaguely guity that clearly | was ot nearly so innocent as my mother thought)

Finding out what pornography actually involved was kind of anticlimactic, really.
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