Porn - Why?

This one is a tough one to give my opinion on because I feel too passionately about it. How does one even begin to state the absolute ugliness of such a degrading - dehumanizing service? Entertainment? Harmless? Hmph, not hardly. The harm that has been done because of this one ill-mutation of human inperfection manifested is overwhelming and far reaching. I remember once hearing that it is the outlet for needs that people have that keeps them from doing harm to others. I'm sorry, I found that statement so very untrue. It's damaging to every man, woman, boy or girl that takes the time to feed off the moral cancer that is pornography.

Let me go back some, if I may.
I remember the first time, that my eyes and ears and brain, saw, heard and registered pornography. I was sixteen; just living with - at that time, the father of my children. Not married yet, we’d been together for only two weeks. He was in the military, and I was miles and miles away from home, away from my mother, and I was still very much insecure and scared of my situation. It was evening, and he invited some of the guys from his unit over. Three to be exact. I had cleaned our small apartment, prepared a meal and a snack tray for them to eat from. When they arrived, I did my hostess duty, greeted them, made them aware of what had been prepared, and took my leave. I went into the bedroom, picked up my book that I was reading and tried to tune them and their load obnoxiousness out. However, not too long into the social gathering, I heard the strangest thing coming from the other room. It stopped my reading; I lowered the book, and stared at the door, concentrating on what I was hearing.

A sudden weird and nervous embarrassment came over me. I stood from the bed, walked to the door, and opened it to something that literally shook me, and scared me to the core of my being. It was my first glimpse at pornography. I was stunned as I stared. Once I pulled my eyes away from what a well endowed man was doing to this woman. I looked at her face. Really looked at her. She was young. I could see that she was. And her eyes, her face, her expression, her reactions to him, and what he was doing to her, did not make me feel it was something she was enjoying… but enduring. Right then, my stomach felt as if someone had punched me in it. In my eyes, as they widened in fear and awareness, she was being abused, tortured, raped… right in my living room for any to see. My eyes went from her to the guys sitting in attendance. My significant other was not yet aware of my presence. They laughed, made comment; I need not mention what type – and sat enjoying, transfixed by this exploitation of abuse. I'm sorry, maybe I'm wrong, but that was what I saw, how it looked to me, and I hated it.

My stomach hurt. I was afraid. Afraid and sorry for her. Afraid of being there and seeing it. Afraid that I had some how misjudged this man I had chosen to spend my life with; and more than anything, I was afraid of the arousal it was infusing into his friends. Millions of what ifs leapt into my imagination. Suddenly he; my significant other, looked up and around at me. Noted the expression on my face. I looked him in the eyes and turned going back into the room. Closing the door behind me. Seconds later, he followed me into our room.

“What’d you come in there for?” He asked.

“I want that off. I don’t want that in my house.” I declared and immediately starting crying. I was afraid. My imagination conjured that he might possibly allow me to be gang raped. I was scared to death. There I was, I felt trapped.

“Why are you crying?” He asked agitated.

I repeated. “I want it off!!” And then threatened. “Or I’m leaving.” I had no where to go. He knew this. But there it was. He stared at me a moment more, sighed deeply, then turned away from me. I heard him through the closed door. “Hey man, turn it off. My ol’lady don’t like it. She don’t want it playing in here.” I heard someone of his associates return, “So the f*&# what? This is your f#%&in’ place, tell her to stay in the f&^%in’ room!”

My stomach clenched. Suddenly there was BAM! An obvious violent scuffle. I rushed to the door. My significant other had his associate by the scruff of his shirt. “You don’t f&%$in’ disrespect my ol’lady or my house! Get the f&$# out!” And proceeded to roughly man handle him to the door. There was a lot of shouting by the offended one, now outside. He was told where to go, and how to get there. The other’s were also told in no uncertain terms, that if they wanted to hit the door, there it was. They stayed. Respecting his home. Respecting me. He had been my first husband, and though we had many issues, problems, things that eventually ended our marriage, one thing he would not allow, and that was for anyone to dare disrespect me, he would not stand for it, period! One of the many reasons I stayed in the marriage so long. Anyway, let me stay on track here.

Porn, in all of its form; in whatever category it is placed; in my opinion, is sick, twisted, abusive, and perverted and - evil. It is, in my opinion the lowest form of abuse that one human being could commit towards another. It feeds and swells any who partake of it, distorting and demoralizing an act, that at some point and time in history…was once a clean and beautiful gift from GOD to married persons. I cry, as my heart aches, bleeds and pounds in sympathy to all and any who for whatever reason, let themselves be led into such a lifestyle. Forced, or voluntarily.

I’m speaking of all the very young girls, who are forced. The women, forced and young boys and men who fall under this category; who are the receivers of this, continued battering, ramming, damaging and destructive abuse. No woman, should allow –any man- to use up her everything. To exploit, abuse and invade all of her bodies entrances and exits. To dump upon her person, in her face, on her body, his ill used semen. No woman should allow any man, to force her to her knees, placing her in the same position as some dog, to lap, lick and suck… (this is nauseating me) him to his blown out of proportioned perversions. Voluntarily or, and God forbid, forced. This is my opinion. And in this, it is a strong one that leaves me angry even now in the writing of it. I’ve said enough. But I pity this world. Intercourse born of love, and respect for each other, as a show to cherish and nurture a true bond between man and woman, is such a beautiful thing. It amazes me, that man has the ability, to take everything and anything once beautiful, worthy and pure, and turn it into something so gruesomely ugly. Exploiting it for gain. And boy, what an industry. How profitable it is. God created humans, above the animals. But we have sunken far below any animal.

There are some who say, oh don't get so worked up over it, most women do it because they like it! Excuse me, I know that that is what some women will say, but why are they saying that? In my eyes, there is something terribly wrong with any woman who would step forward and say, here I am, use and abuse me, anyone, anyone please, it's something I want, something she thinks she needs. No no no, it goes deeper than that, and a sad show of a hidden psychological illness that will no doubt down the road destroy her, if those that are abusing her, don't at some point kill her. I will never see porn any other way - other than something truly evil - no good can or will ever come from it. God help all the young girls, boys, young women, grown women who have become victims of it.

In the end, this is my webpage; you were just subjected to my opinion. Like it, or not. I’m Mercedes Keyes…. I’ve had my say, expressed my opinion - Porn still stands, in all of it’s ugly glory. God help us all.

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