There’s no reason why any kind of drawn pornography should be illegal.
And yes, this includes depictions of child-adult sex, sex with animals, violent gory sex, rape, sex involving shitting and pissing, you name it.
Because it’s just lines and colors.It’s not hurting anyone and nobody got hurt making it. It’s pure fantasy and it’s nobody’s business, especially the government’s, what people fantasize about when they masturbate.
It doesn’t matter whether the picture disgusts, offends, or otherwise upsets you. Free democratic societies have a solution for that : don’t look. Don’t seek the stuff out. Avoid places on the internet where you might see it by accident.
Because no matter the content, nobody got hurt.
And there is no such thing as a victimless crime. No victim, no crime.
Oh, and obviously this goes for the written kind of pornography as well. It’s just words on a page, text on a screen. Nobody got hurt.
If we are sincere in our belief in freedom, then we have to rid ourselves of laws that punish people for offending us with their private behaviour.
Don’t like it? Don’t look.
It’s really that simple.
Just had to get that off my chest.
Warning, the following contains sexually explicit art of cartoon characters.
I’ve been on a “rule 34” kick lately. For those not familiar with the term, it refers to art depicting sex between well known fictional characters. Usually, these are characters from animation or comics.
You can try to draw stuff involving real people, but it’s way harder. And probably more likely to get you sued.
And I am very into this kind of porn. I am what we used to called a “toonphile” way back in the furry community of the 90’s. I am especially turned on by seeing my favorite cartoon characters getting it on.
It makes sense. I have loved animation for my entire life and so when puberty came along, I started thinking about some of the (mostly male) characters from all those cartoons I loved in that special sexy way.
In many ways, I felt closer to my animated friends than to the rest of humanity. Also, the fact that I was gay in a small town in the 80’s made it highly unsafe for me to think about the real males in my life in a sexual way, so attachment to my animated pals was a safer alternative to getting my ass kicked.
And then the internet came along and opened the floodgates to a world of porn drawn by other perverts just like me, but with visual art talent.
I can only paint pictures with words.
And so I now have tons of highly sexy art featuring everyone from Mickey Mouse…
to My Little Pony…
to Roger Frigging Rabbit getting down with their freaky side.
And where is the harm in art like that?
More after the break.
Dat bunny butt. Oh my.
What to do now. What I feel like doing now is sharing more perverted pornography.
So what the hell, I will do that until and/or unless I think of something else.
What cums next. Hmmm.
Oh I know…. the new Ducktales!
That’s out-of-control awesome (from a comedy standpoint) and irritating and awful (from an oin-show perspective) character Mark Beaks (on the left) getting things going with his much put upon occasional employee and well-timed sarcastic responder, Falcon Graves, shown here both knowing he should not give in to his boss’ charms and knowing he definitely will.
There is SO MUCH GAY PORN shipping those two, even though Falcon was only in one episode so far. Clearly, I am not the only one who thought there was a certain energy to their interactions.
As for Beaks, he’s so “hip” and “now” (and spoiled) that I can imagine him seeing sex with Graves as just another high quality thing he wanted and got.
Graves IS hella sexy. Like James Bond but with more gravitasse. Rawr.
Hmmm, what else.
How about some BoJack Horse Semen?
I don’t blame Mister Peanut Butter for going right for that sweet sweet horse butt. Horses got some sweet ass (ha) butts. GIMMIE.
This works for me because Mister Peanut Butter is such an enthusiastic and heedlessly reckless person that I can totally imagining him being bi and not even giving it a second thought. He’s the sort of person who would breathlessly tell you about the awesome night of gay sex he just had, then when you ask, “Wait, since when are you bi?”, he would blink and think about it for a sec, then shrug and say “Since last night, I guess. ”
And then never, ever think about it again.
BoJack, on the other hand, would be bi more or less out of depressive apathy. He wouldn’t think of himself as bi though – his ego wouldn’t allow it. He could spend all day fucking and sucking with a bunch of dudes and still think of it as “not something he is really into, but as long as it’s there, he’ll have some”.
Hmmm. One last pic to finish off this orgy of self-indulgent perversion.
Hey kids, ever wonder where those pretty rainbows come from?
Yes, it turns out they have been Care Bear pee all along!
Personally, I think that makes them all the more magical.
But let’s ask an expert on rainbows.
What do you think, Kermit?
Never mind, I can see you’re busy.
And so ends my whirlwind tour of just one of my many perversions.
Trust me, that’s actually my most publically accessible one, apart from being gay.
I got a lot of stuff that is way, way “worse” than this.
Perhaps some other time.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.