Pornstar
18 December 2016I posted an image yesterday, to Twitter and to Facebook: ironic, sarcastic, call it what you will - a take on the trend to post words designed to both highlight injustice and put it right at the same time. Or expressing one’s individuality by choosing something funny from a preprepared list of names. And all without needing to exercise one’s scrolling digit. Instant gratification.
The words from MY image:
“Get your porn name by changing your name to that of your favourite porn star.”
And later, on Twitter, I was asked a simple question:
“What would yours be?”
Thanks Neil! A very good question, very good indeed. A question to expose one’s interests, proclivities, inadequacies, you know, those private things one simply doesn’t talk about except with close friends. Very close friends.
So, a dilemma. Do I write any further?
Of course I do!
At this point I could be forgiven for writing about:
- gadget porn,
- house porn,
- car porn,
- gardening porn,
- gun porn,
- etc.
Innocuous stuff, you’d think, but nonetheless addictive if one allows it. But no, I’m not going to write about those.
I’m about to launch into an in-depth treatise at times exploring the deepest darkest reaches of the human psyche. Those of a nervous disposition, please look away now.
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Are you ready?
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Just kidding. I’ve got my reputation as an intellectual lightweight to uphold. Besides, the UK government probably already knows what I’m into; give it a few years and I’ll be leaking all OVER the place!
A question: How patient are you?