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What's wrong with the world that we live in today?

What are we trying to say to ourselves as a people and a species? That we care about each other? That we even try to understand our fellow man or woman? I'm glad that I was born in the Sixties and raised in the Seventies. I know, I know, I'm doing EXACTLY what I hate most that people do. Reminisce about how their past, their music, their education, their friends, were the best times in the world. Nothing matches it as of today.

No dudes and dudettes, I'm not saying that. Shit, one thing I wish I did have in the Sixties...my laptop. I would have been way ahead of the learning curve by now. They didn't have that in the Sixties. Neither did they have neat toys, like the Iphone and Ipad, and shit, remote control cars for the kiddies. They only had those plastic ones when I was a kid. A black colored, molded to look like the drive chain of a car bottom, an axle made out of two metal pins, wheels, and a plastic chassis that was empty on the inside, snapped right on top.

What kind of toy was that? Or socks. You could never get enough socks on Christmas. That's because we started to throw one away often in rage. Ha ha ha, and our mothers thought that there was some kind of sock monster in the washer or dryer. Yeah, my generation had it's ups...especially the fact that I was younger. But it had a shit-load of downers, like racism, assassinations, Vietnam and Watergate. We older folk tend to forget all that shit while we're reminiscing.

So I'm not bitching over the fact that things in my generation were superior than things in this generation. Even the music. I happen to like some of the music now... Interpol, Bjork, Portishead, Kings of Leon, et. al. But what I don't like is the distorted view of the world that we get from the mixed media. I know, you know this already. I've bitched about bullet wounds, women, robberies, fighting. Every thing save explosions (I said I would get to that didn't I?). I know, but today I would like to talk about something completely different. Everything else.

I mean it. Let's start with my favorite subject. No, not blowjobs...not this post, although I can't get enough of that subject. No I'm talking about sex in general. When I was a kid, and growing up, it was a fucking chore to get a playboy magazine or see a woman's boobs, or any other of their wonderfully delicious spots. I mean it was damn near impossible. When I learned about sex I was convinced that my parents had NEVER did that shit in their lives.

Sex was under the carpet...until the Seventies/Eighties. Something happened. Puberty. Now not to get into detail, but I was familiar with the female anatomy at a very young age, I can even buy the fact that I was sexually abused as a kid, so that gave me a natural predilection towards sex and porn. I couldn't wait to get my hands on a Playboy magazine to see the naked female form. Soft, fuzzy pictures of women stretched across this or that. With a well tended bush between their legs that revealed nothing but a neat line that the vulva can make when not in use.

But I knew that the vagina did not look like that often. Don't ask me why, I won't tell you, but I just knew. So the appeal of Playboy magazine died after awhile. Next I went to Hustler magazine. And at the time, I don't know if you remember the slogan or not, but it was: "The pinker we get, the closer you get." And they had photos of young boys with their heads face deep in their magazines. Larry Flynt was such a crazy comedian. Even after he was shot and crippled. But what that meant was that for the first time in porn history, women were gaping their vaginas with their fingertips, yawning them open, showing off lips, cavity, everything.

Suddenly this shit was 'racy' and 'degen- erate', but we used to sneak into candy store shelves and stick them under our shirts so that we could walk out. I used to always drop four dollars on the floor next to the counter, hoping that they found it and not some patron. I was never really a thief. But can you imagine that? Horrible, disgusting photographs of women displaying one of the most beautiful sights known to man. Still, it just goes to show the ingenuousness of the world at that time.

Remember, a man was not even INTRO- DUCED into porn at that time. That's why they were called 'Girlie Magazines,' because in porn parlance, Man created Eve first and then Man created man. Just like it was supposed to have been from the beginning. This was the innocence of my youth. People just DID NOT HAVE SEX. Men saw women naked, and vice versa I would presume, but even the mechanics of sex was lost to me. I had some sort of vague notion but little else. I was a kid nearing my teen years. When I turned eighteen, a bunch of schoolmates and I went to our first porn movie.

WE walked right through the front door and was introduced to the raincoat crowd. In actually there was no such thing. I guess you can call them the 'Bathroom Crowd' because then, when men watched porn and got all riled up, they would just get up, walk to the bathroom, which was always in the front, to the left of the screen, jack off, and leave the theater. There was no one in a rain coat unless it was raining outside. My friends and I saw porn at this time like a comedy. It was the most hilarious thing that we had ever seen. We couldn't stop laughing, giggling and snickering.

So much so that we were asked to leave by the other patrons. Yeah, that was my introduction to porn. I think that night, now I could be wrong about this, but that night I had my first wet dream. Then it hit me like a thunderclap! Men fucked women! Simple math. Men fucked women and women were fucked by men. One plus one equaled two, and my life choices were altered that moment for the rest of my life. It would send me on a trajectory that would mold and shape me into the man I was...ooops, I AM today.

Through my teens, I knew people were having sex, but it was being done in secret. They did it behind closed doors because it was so fucking illicit. Well that was the impression that I got from movies and television. Men and women would kiss and that would be the end of the scene. Or they would rise, and walk hand in hand into the bedroom, closing the door on the camera. THAT WAS SEX on television and in the movies. Then in late Eighties, all that turned around and in movies, at least, sex was becoming more graphic.

NO, not like it is today, but they were at least walking into the bedroom. Men would have their shirts removed, women their blouses, revealing racy bras. Soon, tits. Soon, asses on both men and women. And now, full EVERYTHING. Sex is so NOT implied that the actors just as well should be having sex. At least you'll get more fun for the money! If this trend continues, movie stars will be porn stars. Mark my words. So now we live in a world saturated with sex. Shit, everyone is having sex every second of every day. Women are handing out Gorilla Sex like it was a deck of playing cards in Vegas.

When I was a teen, girls were just learning about their bodies, and if they touched you, that meant that they wanted to be fingered. We had girlfriends back then, where we would take somewhere secluded, kiss - which was little more than pecking on the lips over and over again - and then slip our hand down the front of their slacks to play with their little love button. I guess that's what they meant about girls growing up faster than boys. I've witnessed girls...and women, having orgasms and I had absolutely no clue as to what was going on while I was fingering her.

I couldn't com- prehend a teenage girl's reasons for always wanting to be around me, always being clingy, until my friends began making fun of me and I told her to fucking get lost!!! This happened more than once, to me and my buds. But I'm not bragging, I'm just stating a fact. This was what SEX was. My DICK wasn't even employed by then. It was a goal, but if I can finger a girl, that was more fun. It was illicit. It was wrong. The forbidden fruit, and in youth...it was enough.

Then came sex...the rest was inevitable. The course of this story you've been though too...if you haven't GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY BLOG!!! You punk ass kids! Yeah...that was sex for me at the time. An innocent past. Something evolved into, patiently, clearly. My brain could keep up with the issues surrounding sex, like unwanted pregnancy, or STDs and the need for condoms. I could understand shit like relationships and the feelings of others. I became less heartless, more understanding. I grew into a man.

I now look at television and the Internet, and I realize that our children are growing up at a much more accelerated rate. As children they are subjected to sights that their tiny minds can't even compute. And they get these fucking messages DAILY with no fucking instructions or context. On beverage commercials with women turning up drinks into the air. Come on now. You don't know what's being implied? Do you ever wonder why the old coke bottle commercials of women drinking Coke faded away so quickly?

Half dressed women selling tools, car parts, fragrances and even shoes? What the fuck does a naked man with a muscular build have to do with Calvin Klein jockeys? In the past...you just saw the mother- fucking jockeys. Years ago we were told that Sex Sells. Selling Sex also exposes our children to some detrimental internal conflicts. Teens are confused as to if they should have sex or not. Virginity is not something to be cherished anymore but dispensed away with, like baby teeth. And fidelity...what the fuck is that?

Women are ho's, and men are dogs. They jump from bed to bed, and he/she that fucks the most wins. Well, we adults, who watched the curve of Syphilis, Gonorrhea and AIDs know better. Soon will arrive an STD that will be able to transmit through even polymer membrane or through the oral tissue. Then the fun WILL start. No one saw AIDS coming to say the least. And children are exposed to this poorly managed sexual intercourse on a daily basis.

I was watching one of my favorite television shows about doctors before I took Abilify (now that shit is near impos- sible), and right off the bat, right after the splash screen of the title was a man going down on a woman who was a second away from a ground shaking orgasm. I was amazed that was on television and quite graphic. The mechanics were implied, if not explicit. I was stunned, but that was nothing compared to what I've seen at other times. Everyone is having sex, every minute of every day, and something must be wrong with you if you are not doing the same.

Very sad. Our children can click on a web page and see copulation. Stuff that I had never seen until I was eighteen. I mean, a woman blowing a man was like ass-to-mouth (ATM) is today. If you don't what that means ladies and gentlemen, you need to watch your teens more. This is more fun than a blowjob to them. Along with Dirty Sanchez's (also, if you don't know what a Dirty Sanchez is, don't ask). I didn't even know of these sexual positions and acts until ten years ago. Maybe even less for some of them.

Our kids are swamped with what they see, and I fear, we are so ignorant, that we can't even help them. I hear a new word now, and I'm fucking lost. Donkey Punch, The Bucking Bronco, Purple Mushroom, The Flying Camel, the Fishhook,  The Bismark, The Ram, The Woody Woodpecker, Teabagging. Could you help your teenager with these things? Do you even fucking know what these things are? They are the new ways to fuck...like blow or hand-jobs when we were young. Just think how our grandparents asked sheepishly what that was? They thought that it had something to do with balloons.

I fear we have let the young down. They live in a world that men and women are fucking constantly, at the drop of a hat. They jump from bed to bed, and drama after drama. There is no end to this carnal carnival. The clowns are out laughing, wearing no pants. And we...we are the entertainment. We are the fools. What will be the generation that we, too busy in our own sexual frustrations, hang-ups, and goals, leave behind for those younger than us?

"Fuck you, Hobobob! You're such a fucking hypocrite you son-of-a-bitch. I've seen more women giving head on your blog than I've seen on any web page in my life! Even porn webpages!" Okay, I understand your anger. Especially after everything that I've wrote above about our failure, but please, don't blame our failures on me...I'm just the messenger of the bad news. Look, I've put a disclaimer on the front of my blog because I don't want kids in here. And if you use even a cheap assed child blocker software as you dutiful parents SHOULD be doing, they instantly detect those banner warnings on Blogger and lock kids out. If there was any further astringent means, like their home address being emailed to me so that I can visit their homes and tattle on them to their parents, I would.

In my world, there are two types of people. Kids and adults. And when I say kids, I don't necessarily mean of a certain age. The age of understanding is falling daily, when it comes to violence and sex, and other things. With this in mind, certain things have to be judged by their unique set of circumstances. You can't judge the knowledge of a child in the ghetto against one in suburbia. One might be more book smart, the other, street smart. These are different factors. Judge accordingly.


AS for adults. I don't give a shit about what you see. Do you know why? Because you're ADULTS and you've seen it all before, if not done it. If you haven't I'm pretty certain that you could not stomach my blog for more than a single post. I show the black heart of the world, the inky darkness of the human soul, the ebony and blood smeared teeth of laughing ugliness. This is what I do. I make no apologies when I show a man with a fist up his ass, a woman with a cock in her mouth, people torn to shreds, gunfire, mayhem, madness. None what so ever. If I have a photo of a young man robbing an old woman, I didn't TAKE the photo, I FOUND it. I have nothing, say nothing, do nothing original on this blog. What you see, has been done somewhere else before.

Adults make their own decisions, I can't counter- mand that. I can only make mine, and point out the richness of insanity in these last days. We are at the great sunset, before our own children rise up and eat us whole. Mark my words. We've somehow let them down. They know we owe them. They will take it out on us. So, this is my dismal prediction. Our predilection for sex and violence will come to roost back upon us. The same negative messages that we've sent out, like radio waves, will come back, and we won't like it.

Today, I talked about sex. The next time I'll tell you about violence.

Till then, hug your children.

Hobobob