If you check out my Twitter right now, you will see that I am MAJORLY fucked off about the huge UK porn ban thing. Spanking! Female ejaculation! Face sitting! A bunch of other fairly standard stuff! What a load of wank. We are a nation built on underground kink. Beneath our stiff upper lips and mild mannered social awk, we are essentially a bunch of pony-play-dommes and caged-cuckold-slaves. This whole thing is completely ridiculous and really gets my gimp-suit. However I can now spank people in public and shout "We're doing something that's illegal in British porn RIGHT NOW!!!" That's me, always looking for the silver lining.
What do you think about all this? Nanny State or Sensible Move?
x Viking x
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littleviking:
As a viking you should only abide by the dane law, and we kind of like that stuff :-)
mrwaverly:
England was built on kinky - how many past kings were openly gay, for example? Well, lots, is the answer. Politicians and peers of the realm, so staid and boring in public, used to descend into caves in Buckinghamshire, and indulge in drinking, gaming and whoring, with a bit of black magic ritual as an 'amuse bouche'. Flogging, for punishment, could be watched, in prisons in London, for a fee, and it was said that there was a waiting list to see female prisoners being whipped, as this was done to naked or topless women. Flogging, for pleasure, was so popular, it was known by the French as 'Le malaise Anglais' (The English Disease). Lesbianism, it is said, was not criminalised, because Queen Victoria is supposed to have stated that she could not see how two women could pleasure each other, and therefore, it didn't happen. Victoria's beloved husband, Albert, gave his name to the popular penile piercing, as it has been said, that his 'generative member' was large, and, as trousering was tight in the 1850's, an erection, especially of the Royal Cock, would have been catastrophic, and so, he had a ring inserted, through which a ribbon was threaded, and the Prince Consort's junk was secured to his thigh, lest he entertain an un Victorian thought, perhaps of naked scullerymaids, causing unseemly tumescence, and causing the sky to fall on decent folks heads. Or something like that. The Duke of Wellington, married man, having defeated Napoleon, and seeing him off to exile, deliberately sought out Napoleon's two mistresses, and made them his own, as if to say: "I've beaten you, Boney, and now I'm fucking your two lasses. Unlucky!". We are a nation of kinky bastards. Always have been, always will be. I expect that, were you to dig deep enough, some of the upper class people behind this pointless campaign (folks will always find ways to either make sex more fun, or not fun at all - yes, I'm talking to you, coprophiliacs), have odd fancies that even I might find weird. Government should be trying to stop poverty, or sorting out our health service, not worrying that somewhere, somebody is wanking over a picture of a pretty girl squirting. I expect some of them have done just that. Cunts.