@mc98383 wrote:
Thank You! You took the words right out of my mouth. That was actually why I described the disgusting images, in hopes of getting a response. The LOL aimed at the other person was because I found their post to be humorous. If it wasn't meant that way, well it's hard to tell when we are all sitting behind computers!
Can I share something?
Your vivid descriptions triggered a flashback to a night in 1972 when I hitchhiked back to my campus apartment. The buses had stopped running and it was a few miles up Burnaby Mountain in pitch dark to Simon Fraser University.
I had done this many times in the past, but this was the last time I did it.
The man who picked me up asked me what my major was. I said Psychology. He said well, as a psychologist, maybe you can understand what would motivate people to look at this kind of material - I caught some boys back of my house looking at these! Just look at this and tell me what you think!
(it was too dark to see so he turned the dome light on) and started driving with one hand on the wheel, the other flipping through the magazine pages with a level of deftness that can only come from a lot of practice. All the while, giving me a running commentary of what was going on in the pictures. He seemed to be getting quite excited as he talked. Excited in both senses of the word.
His descriptions and page flippings were punctuated with What do you have to say about that!!!! demands.
I was, quite frankly, scared out of my wits but I figured the only way to get through this was to try to keep his own biological responses as ebbed as possible. The only way I knew how to do that was give him what you might today call the Sheldon Cooper treatment.
So I started talking. Criticizing the camera work. Criticizing the lighting. The camera angles. Suggesting that the (named graphically by me using the medical terms I learned from a failed 6 months in nursing school) for the anatomical parts, and criticizing them. I suggested that one of the men suffered from a severe case of peyrone's disorder which if left untreated would soon cause crippling pain. I pointed out a dark mark on the private parts of another and suggested it might be a chancre symptomatic of syphilis. I congratulated him on his confiscation of this material from prepubescent youth and asked him if he thought their parents should be notified and suggested that they might not be grateful to him if he reported their sons. I went on and on and on and on and on. I used clinical terms for what the people were doing. I commented on the risks of bacterial transfers among orifices. blah blah blah I went. All in a monotone.
By the time we reached the top of the mountain, he was so glad to get rid of me that he looked like he wished he had an ejection seat. I was released unharmed but as weak as a kitten.
Despite my brave face, I was really frightened, never hitchhiked again, and I wish I hadn't read your descriptive posts because all those feeling came back in a flash.
Not your fault, but still.... I wish you'd refrained.
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