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[20 Sep 2007|05:15pm] |
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it's funny how parents know very little about their kids - what they really want to be when they grow up? who their idols are? sexual inclinations? virgin or 3rd base oral shenanigans? possession of pornography? what type of porn they're into? ownership of vibrator or fleshlight? ever smoked weed? ever cheated in exams? ever killed a nigga?
i know for a fact that every single one of us has a fetish we're not ready to admit. all of us tried looking up "sex" in the encyclopedia when we were younger, hoping there'd be pictures. some of us like to smell our feet when we take off our shoes, others like to eat their boogers / ear wax. tranny porn, cross dressing, upskirt voyeurs, sex chatrooms, kleptomaniacs, masochists, exhibitionists, really bad karaoke singing? chances are, 1 in 5 people around you are into the same shit you're into and you never knew it.
i for one like to think we're all the same - i'm sure when jesus / buddha / l. ron hubbard had to shit on a bad stomach, it'd smell just as bad as anyone else's. it's a lot easier to deal with inadequacies in each other's lives when we come to terms about how we're all equally fallible and fucked up - just that we differ in terms of magnitude and "wow" factor.
i once walked into a dvd store and caught a neighbour of mine sifting through the smut folder. he was an almost priestly father-figure to the playground kids and i never imagined him to be the porno-type dad - he always seemed more like mr missionary (sexual position, not religious service) to me. and there he was, reading the synopsis of bangkok bum rush vol 5.
his cheeks turned pink when we made eye contact.
i felt uncomfortable. only because his shame made me feel guilty.
in the same vein, i've always wondered why some parents are so eager to delve into the nooks and crannies of their children's lives - expecting those dark corners to be cobweb-free, as if to justify their commendable parenting exploits while they forget all-too-easily that in their own lifetime, they've had their fair share of cock/pussy that they regret.
i'm guessing, if we can learn how to pacify the need to know by conscious ignorance as opposed to blatant curiosity, we'll never have to find out just how dirty it is underneath the carpet.
i've always wondered what my mum will think of me if ever she found out i'm actually a "dirty sanchez mustachio'ed cowboy bull-banging fisters fucking in bell towers bukake-ing bearded nuns in army boots while robotic techno plays in the background" kinda porn-type of person.
no really.
aren't you?
although i'm not ashamed to tell her i think my boss is a shit-faced cunt-rag who eats menstruation on toast for breakfast. but if anyone wants to hold that information against me, i have many bosses so you'll never be able to pin anything on me.
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