[NSFW] Failing the Polite Society Test: Chapter in Support of Free Speech

The responsibility of a free society lies primarily in protecting citizens from the negative consequences of their worst behaviours.

Whatever that means is whatever it means at a specific place and time.

But I’d rather show than tell.

Thus, the rest of this entry is NSFW (not safe for work), protecting the rights of citizens to express themselves creatively and make them think before they act.

Wherever we travel into the galaxy, our past travels with us into the future.  How do you want to represent the past in the moment, here, on Mars, or elsewhere?

If you are under 18 years of age or not under the supervision of your parents while reading this, I ask you to stop here.

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Rewired

I looked at the dishwasher and saw a Dodge slant-6,
I looked at the vacuum cleaner and saw a Chevy V-6,
I looked at the lawnmower and saw a Honda Goldwing,

I looked at everything that moved and said,
“By golly, that needs improving…I think I’ll rewire it.”

I looked at my wife and saw a 302 C.I. big block,
I looked at the rugrat and saw a Kawasaki 90,
I looked at the dog and saw a Black and Decker mulcher engine,
I looked at the cat and saw a Stihl chainsaw engine,
I looked at the man in the mirror and saw a Sears hedge trimmer,

I looked at everything that moved and said,
“By golly, that needs improving…I think I’ll rewire it.”

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Now my dishwasher competes on drag strips,
My vacuum cleaner spits out strips of carpet,
And my lawnmower circles around Mars.

Now, I look at everything that moves and say,
“By golly, that needs improving…I think I’ll have a beer.”

Now my wife nags me 24 hours a day,
My rugrat races teenagers at red lights,
My dog eats Jeep Cherokees for breakfast,
My cat shreds couches into compost,
And I just shaved off my chin.

 

Western Myth-takes

We rode along, galloping, gallivanting,
Our horses not sure where to take us,
Our minds searching for some profound thought
To justify the deeds we planned that night.

Our leader called himself Jesse
(Though we knew he’d been Mark’d)
And spoke of futures without laws
Against “shootin’ a man and takin’ his ol’ lady.”

We rode through pinewood forest,
Across lonesome prairies and over mountain gaps;
The night, in fact, obligatory,
Wore on enough to get us thinking.

“Jesse,” we thought in unison,
“Are you the Man to lead us
Or do we choose another path?
Do you lead or are we just followin’?

“You showed us words like anarchy
And gave us free rein to fuck or kill
Whatever supposed lady came our way.
How could we resist your promises?”

As moon and stars rounded overhead
And creatures plenty, whose dark silhouettes
We identified with cautious glances,
Spoke in tongues, we rode along.

My wife, she said my leaving wouldn’t bring
Fortune or fame to our family,
That I just wanted to escape
The ugliness of responsibility.

Jesse knew how to shut her up,
With a pocket full of gold
And a wanted poster stolen from a dead sheriff
(And his posse of pussies).

Soon, we entered the fate-filled town
Where Jesse planned to pull a job
With his ragged men he liked to call
His rugged band of warriors.

“Okay,” he said, “let’s ditch these duds
And get us a ride with some real horsepower!”
So we stole some Mustangs, Pintos and Broncos
And traded our chaps for Polo and Halston.

Like that kid in a candy store,
Our eyes and pockets opened wide;
The people in this Shangri-La
Let us pick and choose to our delight.

All we had to do was point to Jesse –
Then everyone bowed down, like Mayans,
And yelled, “Praise the legend of the West!”
We’d execute their democratic ways on the spot.

We served our time with Jesse proudly,
Teaching folks that “government and corporations
Serve no one and enslave everyone
So break your chains and steal ’em blind.”

When Jesse lost his life to another love
That all us guys mistakenly call a wife,
We placed a wreath beneath a naked dancer
At our favorite waterin’ hole – Th’Catch.

 

The Freudian Universe

Susan was a nymphomaniac.  At times, it was pretty hard to quench her sexual thirst.  Her unsatisfied desires usually ran into early morning, and more than once, it took a whole weekend to meet her demands.  One Saturday morning, sometime in the summer of last year, I was over at her house while her parents were gone.

“Lee,” she said, stroking my forearm gently, “what are you thinking about?”

I replied in a whisper which gave away my thoughts before I made them audible.  “I’m thinking of that empty bed upstairs.”

She smiled at me.  We both got up and climbed the stairs while we caressed each other with each rising step.  Already, I could sense her frenzied passion swelling as we continued on into the bedroom.

We undressed each other, exploring the lines and curves in a ritual orgiastic dance as old as time.  We were driven by some inner force that would not stop until we were totally exhausted.

Of this I was sure as we climbed into bed, I would never forget these early sojourns into the adult world, although many of my friends had practiced the dance.  No one could tell we were only nine years old by the way we acted that day or anytime since.

The heat built up as our invigorations grew more and more and…MORE…intense.  After many nights together in the past, she knew just how to stroke me and further arouse the tiger in me.  I never roared, I only bit and scratched and claimed her territory as my kingdom.

“Susan, ohhh…it feels so good!  Please!  Give me more,” I shouted as we reached the climax of our adventure.

She spoke in a high-pitched voice, saying, “Oh, Lee!  I can’t stop myself.  Give ME more!” in an ever increasing flurry of words amid moans of sensuous pleasure.

Several hours later, after much territory had been thoroughly explored, we sat back and rested against the back of the bed.

I looked out the window, thinking back on her nymphomaniacal tendencies, and saw that the spaceship was close approaching Earth, a planet that Susan and I, being native-born Plutonians, had never seen.

“Just, think, Susan, in a few more hours we will get to hear the great Freudian expert, Dr. Long Dong Duck, teach us the meaning of life.”

Dr. Duck cleared his throat.  “It is with great pleasure and satisfaction that I welcome you to Earth.  I know you must have heard the results of the latest erection…I mean, election.  Our colleague, Dr. Getitup, has just won the Solar System Presidency heads above the rest.”  The audience applauded with great enthusiasm.

“Yes, yes.  Well, let’s get on with the lecture, shall we?

“Sigmund Freud, who made many different psychoanalytic theories in the 19th century, most emphasized the theory of sexuality and the effect of sex on infantile and adult behavior.  This contribution to the field of psychoanalysis brought to mind many questions which Freud explored about the basics of man’s sexual drive, known as libido, and its influence on what he does and his reaction to the environment.

“Not only did Freud include what is generally accepted as ‘normal’ sexual behavior in his theory (normal, of course, for the 19th century), he also explained the different types of perverts – those persons whose sexual activities deviate from the ‘normal’ concept of sex – and the cause for their perversions.  He classed the different types of sexually-driven people according to the direction they took their sexual activities.

“The term ‘sexual’ means something which combines references to the difference between the sexes, to personal and shared pleasurable excitement and gratification, to the function of reproduction, and to the idea of impropriety and the need for concealment.  This definition explains that which should be referred to as normal sexual behavior.  Anything that is extra or goes past this is not normal and to the same degree, if it is focused in one direction and the sexual activity does not include all the aspects of the usage of the word sexual, then it is said to be not normal, either.  In other words, if you’re feel inclined to satisfy yourself sexually, then go for it with whomever and whatever you can get your hands on.”  The audience laughed.

“These activities which stray from normal behavior are said to be perverse and people who indulge in the activities are referred to as perverts.  So, as can be seen, the term sexual is not always sufficient because certain classes of perverts are only aroused by those of the same sex and thus have foregone the participation in the process of reproduction.  These perverts or inverts can be, and often are, as normal as those who lead a normal sex life, and have mental and physical developments completely full grown and only possess this one unusual peculiarity of sexual desire.  The inversion can usually be traced back to infancy, when children believed that all sexes were alike or the inverts can only express their sexual feelings with members of the same sex.

“Sexual perverts may be grouped into two classes:  those who have their object of sexual gratification altered and those in whom the sexual aim has been altered.  The first group include those who have dispensed with the union of genitalia and to which they have substituted the genitals of someone of the same sex, other parts of the body, a particle of clothing or some object, or other more extreme forms of sexual desire in place of the normal forms of sex which lead to the act of reproduction.  Those of the second group may seek pleasure in looking or touching bodies, watching others perform sex, exposing hidden body parts, or those in whom all affectionate feelings are sought through pain and torture, as in sadists who cause pain to others, or masochists, who want pain, humiliation, or torture to themselves – all of these may seek gratification in reality or imagine it in their own minds, thus dividing all groups again in two.

“Freud said that all distorted sexual behaviors of perverts could be traced back to infancy.  A child passes through certain sexual stages and if, during a stage, a child is suppressed from normal sexual development, both mentally and physically, then the child has a tendency to carry on characteristics of abnormal sexual activities on into adult sex participation.  The tendencies vary according to how and to what extent the child was suppressed.  In some cases, the child may have been encouraged to perform sexual acts with adults and this can also lead to abnormalities or perversions.

“Infantile sexuality begins at birth and reaches a climax towards the end of the fifth year.  Here, the child falls victim to infantile amnesia.  Sexual life advances once more with puberty, although the child may explore the body with others during the pre-teen years but in both cases, the child learns more about sexuality.

“The first organ to emerge as an erotogenic, or sexually excitable zone, from the time of birth onwards, is the mouth.  It is first evident when the baby sucks at the mother’s breast, when the need of nourishment is satisfied and he gains an increase in pleasure as many nursing mothers can testicle…I mean, testify.”  Many members of the audience snickered.

“As the child further becomes conscious of himself, another area becomes filled with the capability for sexual pleasure:  the anus.  This gives rise to the acknowledgement of other erogenous areas at a junction of skin and mucous membrane such as the vagina in females.  At first, pleasure comes from the satisfaction of emptying the bowels, but then there is an additional pleasure in the sensation of retaining the contents of a full rectum.

“The third and final physical pleasure of infancy is the discovery of the genital area as a means of sexual satisfaction.  This may be first noticed in a child by such accidental sensations as being dried after a bath, or feeling the movement of air on the genital regions.  As a child develops physically, he may become aroused when playing with other children, especially during romping and wrestling together.  The child does not have anything to do with the act of reproduction or with sexual activity in adult life.

“Freud believed that the child’s first intimate human relationship is normally with the mother.  The child holds a secret feeling of jealousy and competitiveness toward his father, whom he perceives as a rival for the mother’s affection.  To this situation, Freud gave the name of the Oedipus complex.  The Oedipus complex has to be conceived as the child’s real but repressed fear that the father will castrate him in retaliation for the exclusive possession of the mother.  No infant could formulate this fear into words, but it is very real.

“The repression of the Oedipus complex and others like it, are said to be the cause of the deceptive calm of the latency period, which usually lasts from about five to eleven years of age.  A child then begins the period of puberty where the child further develops mentally and physically, leading to the adult life.  If the child has not been suppressed, then a normal sex life can be expected.  If a child has been suppressed, then the sex life of a child when it has become an adult is usually altered and may have no connections with the concept of sexuality at all.

“In conclusion, Sigmund Freud received so many protests and denials from other psychologists that he revised his theory of sexuality several times and only later did he finally become the respected psychologist we revere today.  He said that the libido of humans was the basis of all of man’s actions and that anything could be connected to the sexual drive of man.

“Are there any questions?”

“Yes, Dr. Duck, my name is Lee Colline.  I am nine years old and me and my friend Susan here like to get each other off.  I know my other friends enjoy wrestling around together and all that, but Susan and I actually get off sexually.  Is that normal?”

“Well, Mr. Colline, I wouldn’t let the word get out on that one.”  The audience laughed.  “You might just become a celebrity on the interplanetary talk show circuit.  But seriously, as long as you two enjoy each other, I see nothing wrong with what you’re doing.”

“I’ve got one more question.   Is it true what they say that Earth has become such a repressed world that perversion here is considered normal?”

“Unfortunately, Mr. Colline, I’m afraid what you said is true.  I’ve got a copy of Earth Today in front of me and here is the lead story in the Life section…

“‘Looking for that vacation spot with a difference?  The other day, I stopped in the little town of Harrisburg, PA, drawn to its antique shops and riverside park…

The Susquehanna, fifty yards away, is quiet, slipping gently through the emptiness of the valley so as not to disturb the decay.  The hills are round and still and even the air does not move, and I know where I am.

‘There is a bar next door which stands silent and aloof during the day, but at night, it opens its doors and allows in the whispering homosexuals who perform their rituals and orgies in the half-dark – sucking females engaging each other and holding hands, unspeakingly proclaiming their immoral thoughts so that no secret is hidden from the lesbian eyes all around, the lips which kiss other gay lips.

‘And the DJ pounds away all the while, bouncing off the walls in her little cell, shaking her fat arms in a celebration of sex, hallucinating on dreams of sucking out every pussy in the joint, sucking and rubbing on a hundred different clits until her mountainously fat breasts are sleek and slippery with lesbianic love, shoving her fingers in anything and sucking the tastes of and licking shaven assholes, and the brown titties of the two black dykes are her dessert as she probes negro twats and lies naked and helpless as she is in turn probed by a hundred fingers.

‘Then the gray lesbian bartender tucks her in and gives her a kiss, a wet kiss on the lips, slipping her tongue in and out before mounting the fat girl’s face and shrouding it with gray, wrinkled lips.

‘For now the D-Gem Cocktail Lounge rests silently, brewing its potion of homosexual love in preparation for the evening’s dark games, games played by obese women who kiss like children who have never kissed anything, large clumsy kisses, arms around shoulders; and then they smile idiotically at one another in the giddiness of their shameful act.

‘Around them are other gay women, dressed like men and sporting short spunky haircuts, holding hands with another who understands, sipping drinks slowly beneath mysterious eyes that hide recipes for homosexual pleasure.  They do not crave the taste of a warm cock exploding cum down their throats, they abhor sucking on a titty with hair.  They long only for another pair of soft, fleshy breasts and the bittersweet taste of a dripping pussy, munching on a clit as the soft, feminine body beneath quivers and gyrates in ecstatic frenzy.

And I walked unawares into the middle of this homosexual church as the lesbians prayed in their flirting way, dancing slowly and closely.’

“This is not a product of a normal sexual society.  A normal society would allow others to practice their perversions in complete privacy and not have to meet in dark alleyways or nightclubs.  Yes, Mr. Colline, Sigmund Freud would turn over in his grave were he to see where our planet has gone since the Supreme Court of Earth banned heterosexual marriages and declared them a menace to society.  You should feel fortunate to come from the Plutonian colony where they do not make laws concerning human sexual activity.”

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