"You hear about some kid who did something stupid, something desperate; what possessed him? How could he do such a terrible thing? Well, it's really quite simple, actually. Consider the life of a teenager - you have parents, teachers telling you what to do, you have movies, magazines and TV telling you what to do, but you know what you have to do. Your job, your purpose is to get accepted, get a cute girlfriend, think up something great to do with the rest of your life. What if you're confused and can't imagine a career? What if you're funny looking and can't get a girlfriend? You see, no-one wants to hear it. " -Pump up the Volume.
Does anyone else feel completely trapped by their existence. Goddamn it, how many of us look around at our world, our selves and say "Hold on a fucking minute!". What happened to us? See America really was once a place for fat and happy. In the 70's we had the hippies and the peace movement. Then, in the 80's, it swung back the other way and the country went from "Love is all you need" to "Whoever dies with the most toys wins!" I am, of course, referring to the yuppies.
But after that, something went wrong; when it came time for us to step up and claim our birthright as the generations before us had done so; we were denied. For the first time in human history the new generation cannot overcome the grip of the generation before it. The old guard will not accept their fate and instead is determined to hang onto every strand of power, every dollar and cent because they are quite aware that, should the playing field ever be level, we would EAT them. There's a reason that the 99% (at first) scared the hell out of these bastards. That was our dinner bell and they were the main course.
But the 99 failed and the generation before us: Yuppies turned CEO's turned Political Lobbyists sleazed their way into larger market shares and longer terms of office.
This is the world as I see it; for the first time the current generation does not determine the current state of the world. And ultimately, that situation will fall and there will be much ruin.
What does all this have to do with SG? Simple enough.
Every act of unconventional beauty is a blow to the generation that has established the standard image of beauty,
Let me repeat that.
Evert act of unconventional beauty: every girl that's nerdy, dirty, and curvy that struts her stuff out there is essentially telling Barbie to fuck off.
Ladies, my gender did a really shitty thing to you: we convinced you (and your daughters, and your granddaughters and so on.) that beauty was static. Plastic. Conforming to one ideal: Big tits, blonde hair, no brain. And it breaks my heart to see how many girls tried to live up to this lunatic ideal they've had shoved down their throats before they ever bought their first bra. It is madness and unfair. And for that, I'm sorry. It was not an idea that I or my kinsmen had any part in.
But you want to know how you fix that? Get these amazing girls and young women (I'm not naming names, you already know how awesome you are) who shed their clothes but not their dignity (a concept that is utterly alien in this Proto-Puritanical farce we call "Socially acceptable behavior). They are there, they don't care whether or not people like them, or if they sneer at them and condemn them as "whores" or "tramps" and so on. The truth is they are the farthest from either of those labels one could be and still be skyclad.
I am afraid, my friends. That I will be trapped like this forever: no hope for anything better than rotting away in unemployment with only a few stars to shine in my life for the rest of what remains of my life. It's a fear that keeps me up late at nights.
And then I take comfort in the knowledge that somewhere out there a girl with a fantastic rack and gorgeous eyes has taken her first SG photo shoot and has issued an well earned "Go fuck yourself" to those who would have a problem with it.
Most of the girls have a kind of faith (you'd have to in order to be brave) that somehow, in some manner, everything will be all right. It is a basic hope. Sadly, one that I lack.
If I could be brave as these girls are, then I could have faith. If I had faith, I would accept that the current situation, no matter how long its been cannot last forever, no matter what the greedy and the cruel try to do to make it so.
But I don't have faith.
I don't have courage.
But I do have respect. To every girl and woman on here who embraces beauty in all its myriad forms and rejects not only the traditional form of beauty but all the outdated traditions in general, you have my respect and my thanks.
Keep fighting the good fight.
Until Then I Remain,
Respectfully Yours
Deacon Rayne