09-21-2003, 02:12 PM
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Pornography contains nudity.
Statues are made of stone.
Not everything which contains nudity is pornography
Not everything made out of stone is a statue.
Hmm this equation is incomplete.
There should be something about "In porn you want something to remain as hard as stone on a statue for an unreasonable length of time."
There is a difference between erotica and porn. And it's not a case of softcore vs hardcore vs strange blue tenticle tickler porn. It's a subtle delicate easily crossed line that is not easily definable. There are other things of course, which are harder to catagorize but contain images which some might find objectionable, while others would merely look at it and go "eh."
I remember back in the 80s there was a fairly good sized circus created over a series of comics and graphic novels by Wendy and Richard Peni, called Elfquest. Some outraged parent groups were furious that in the graphic novels, there were pictures of breast feeding. They cried porn at the top of their lungs, and stirred up a bloody hornets nest. Yes, there were some sexual themes in there, but it was pretty tame. The sight of breast feeding was enough to cause a real riot though. Was it porn? A natural act? One of those things where most normal people would just go "eh?" Of course, the fact that most of these folk were raving about a naked tit being sucked on by a baby and not raving about the graphic depiction of a character named One Eye being gored and then killed by a spear is what concerns me... Murder is ok... Death is dandy. But breastfeeding will cause your head to roll.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."