Salutations,
Wow. I have a policy not to get political on this site, but Tuesday caught California off guard. I was at a Ralph’s in Porn Valley on Thursday and it was like someone let out the world’s most toxic fart, and no one knew who to blame, or if they would be accused of dealing it. Ironically, most people have been extra polite lately. Mostly in a please don’t hurt me kinda way.
I’m in my 40’s and hail from Livermore, California, about 50 miles out from San Francisco. Every year, hundreds of protesters would march on our city to protest the nuclear weapons labs. This wasn’t the 60’s. They did their sit in, and got hauled off to tent cities run by the jail before going to court. I’ve seen it bad, I’ve seen it batshit crazy. The good news is we have a lot further to go before we reach what many are terrified of.
I come from the Reagan era of arms for hostages, mind control experiments disguised as alien abduction, and El Salvadorian death squads operating in the U.S.A. I voted for Hillary for a balanced budget and low unemployment, so please spare me the arguments about deleted e-mails which probably included a bunch of spam for generic Viagra and penny stocks.
So, that said, what really has me pissed off is now the pressure is on to create political protest art. I get it, seriously, I do. Many are outraged, want to make a statement, and it makes sense. But keep that annoying orange bastard out of my dick please.
I don’t even want to look at him, why would I torture you with that ugly mug of his in a chest harness or taking it up the ass?
In Japan, they had The Floating World. It was a place where peasant and prince walked as equals. It was a place where you left politics and place behind and stepped into a world of fantasy and pleasure. This site and the fetish scene is my escape from a much more disturbing world.
I have my own ways of protesting, and fighting back. I am getting things together and preparing for the worst.