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Wednesday, July 21, 2004

Kama sutra disgustingly redefined

  
 
An article in the star newspaper under ‘stories for my mother’ prompted me to write this.
 
Just like the writer, my email inbox is currently being flooded with spam and junk mail. Everytime I open my mails, it feels as if I am being stripped off my dignity. Titles such as “watch hot mothers squirt” or “watch virgin brutally raped” or “watch 16 year old blonde screw her pet” tarnish the attraction of my inbox. Titles like this make me sick and totally disgusted. I have tried blocking these addresses until the blocking quota is already over the limit. Yet, similar messages from other addresses still flood my mail.
 
I just cant believe that there are people out there who make a living out of these kind of rubbish and there are people out there who subscribe to this kind of service. Sex sells, I know but what is the whole point? Instant gratification? Unlimited pleasure? How long does it last? Does it give permanent happiness?
 
What kind of psycho finds satisfaction in watching a rape video? I shudder to think that these kind of people too exist in this world.
 
Sex is to strengthen the bond between man and woman. It is also to continue the generation but why is it that now, there are so many varieties of sex? Doing it with pets? Oh god..what did the poor creatures do? Raping kids who don’t even know what is happening to them? Brutal sex..why? Enjoyment in pain? What is happening to the human mentality?
 
Everywhere I go, everything is littered with sex. From simple advertisement, TV shows, email, websites, daily life, everything is sex. A girl can’t even walk in complete privacy of her own. If she is not disturbed, she will be stared at, at all the wrong places. Revolting!
 
If this is the direction the world is heading, I quiver to think of the future generation. If the situation is already bad now, what kind of situation will the next generation face? Sex with robot? Geezz..I don’t even want to think about it.
 
Just don’t know how to change all this.. I just don’t know. So angry yet so helpless.. 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

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