Sex and the Internet.
You probably clicked on the title of the this particular post expecting to read something about my sexual experiences on the internet, or something to that extent. Cybersex, blogging online about a real-life sexual experience that I’ve had, whatever it is you had in mind. Hell, you probably even found me through the tags “sex” or “nudity”. But you could not be more wrong. In fact, I aim to write about the opposite.
Frankly, I’m quite disappointed that my most-viewed posts are those that have to do with sexuality – namely my posts about Keyra Agustina (and her practically naked ass) and the one about my personal favorite body part of the female form. Meanwhile, my other comparatively more-substantial entries are forgotten about.
“What, there were words? I only saw the picture of the hot ass, man!”
To the people who have come to this very blog with the intention of reading sexually provocative material aimed towards pleasuring the reader and getting off to it, and those who have been led here by search engines after typing in the words “skankiest underwear” and/or key words of the same sort – here’s a big fuck you.
No, I don’t have a problem expressing myself sexually, nor do I find a problem with telling the story of a particular sexual encounter. What I hate, however, is when people come to this page (or any other page I own) with the wrong intentions. I’m fine with opening up about myself and how I feel, but do not expect to find naked pictures of myself flashing the whole world merely because I talk about my life liberally. I know what you people do – you search for certain words, click on the links hoping to find scandalous pictures, and close the browser window or press “back” when you fail to find any, continuing on your search to find something that appeals to you visually. I’m no bra-burning, man-hating hardcore feminist (don’t get me wrong, I love a cultured man who knows how to treat a woman with respect) but I loathe men who materialize women and reduce them into being mere sexual objects for them to ogle shamelessly at and to hit on. And I’m sorry, but I write for no one except myself. I refuse to give away my dignity and self-respect to be the source of your physical satisfaction.
It really is no wonder that camwhores with even the ugliest faces turn to the internet. As long as they’re naked and posing, they’d feel some sort of false appreciation from the many twisted perverts out there seeking to relieve their “little friends” — voilà, instant attention! What I despise more is when random boys/men mistake me as one of them on networking websites such as Facebook or MySpace, coming onto me with suggestive messages that border on sexual harassment and friend requests with comments of wanting to “be my friend” because of the way I look, even after I’ve written in black and white where they can clearly see that I do not add randoms.
At times, I really hate the internet.
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Tags: blogging, internet, nudity, rant, sex
Amen. :)