Online Lust

Having never sired little boobie-stealers, I've not had to face the circumstances where access to the outside world needed to be withheld from someone/something close to me in order to save him/her/it from our secular society's amorality.

Unfortunately, Canadian mores are even more secular (particularly in those places where my first language is spoken) than other countries', so the proper religious backbone which upholds modesty and muzzles our baser impulses is absent from our daily societal dialogue. Everywhere I turn, I see perverts, sodomites and vile, libidinous women, each scrummaging for their place in the queue to eternal damnation.

I guess it was just a matter of time, then, before Gargy discovered the plenitude of pornography barely hidden amongst the virtual detritus which the offal among God's children enjoy posting onto our shared planetary server farm.

...and he is one DISGUSTING gargoyle.

That this material is even legal to produce and distribute is beyond disturbing. The portrayal of females in states of "sexual extasy" is highly misleading to those among us who are not worldly enough to understand that these are fantastical flights of fiction. Some, as my little phlegm oozer, will be imparted with the idea that members of the squishier gender actually achieve such levels of selfish "pleasure" from intimate interactions, instead of the more subtle reality that their role is as a passive GIVER of satisfaction.

Subtlety is lost on most people.

Anyhoo, I've had to purchase special software packages in order to keep my little spastic odor generator from seeing anything of a prurient nature. This is because of what happened last Friday.

When I got home from my failed attempt at obtaining a human receptacle for my eagerness, Gargy was furiously frictioning my desk chair whilst watching 15-second "sample" film clips from an Internet site graciously described as "irksome".

That a woman in dire need of funds to feed her addictions and genealogically unimbued children would lower herself into the depths of drug dealing, shoplifting or drive-thru servicing MAY awaken my deeply dormant inner bleeding-heart socialist. To see such a woman reverse the Natural Order and bind men in spanking-ready positions makes me wish we would impose a sharia female-modesty lapidation statute in my decidedly snowy, non-desert-like land.

(...they're calling for another snowstorm on Montréal. This would make this winter the shoveliest since before my birth. I may be a little pissy these days).

Upon further review of the videos (after Gargy was rather reluctantly - nay, shot-inducing scratchingly - sent to his cage without his good-night Cannibal Corpse lullaby), I noticed a decidedly disturbing development. In one facially-penetrative dildo scene, the Dominatrix' genitals were more than prominently displayed.

I knew that birthmark.

I had a Crazy Ex to call.