Ad Nauseum

You show me yet another clip of some hapless losers fucking and pass it off as transgressive. It’s about as transgressive as dogs mating. Less so. This endless repetition of some stylized version of what every adult in the world knows how to do without even being taught.

I’m with the censors. Ban it all: for boring me to death, for passing off yet another set of interacting genitals as some special event, for selling brainless drive as spectacle.

Sacks of dressed meat, humping, leaking, squealing in a banal parody of passion. Hollow tubes of skin to crawl into. Blind cocks and semen-daubed women artfully feigning some psychotic ecstasy at being sprayed on. What a fucking carnival of absurdity.

Your hard cock doesn’t interest me. Your leaking cunt doesn’t interest me. Your ejaculations, your gaping orifices, your overacted orgasms.

If it doesn’t hurt. If it doesn’t strip you bare to the core. If it doesn’t confront the part you most fear… I’m just not interested.

Anything else is just a baby-making misfire.