12/1/15
How is it possible for someone from my generation to be shocked? Since the days of AOL 3.0, most of us have had unfiltered access to any and every variety of filth. Remember steakandcheese.com? As dawn rose on the internet, it shone brightest on pussy & dicks & shit. I believe that basic human curiosity has led a high percentage of my generational peers to at least a 101-level education in degeneracy.
That’s why Food & Pussy is devoted to treating filth as everyday happenstance; not shocking in the least, rather common, actually. In the face of such overwhelming evidence as to the moral indecency of humanity, what’s the use of clinging to puritanical charades such as civility? We have to level the playing field. We have to stop glorifying our carnality. It’s high time to embrace our dirty ids & mesh them with our lofty ideologies, to find some sort of happy medium.
Look, I just watched a blonde eat out a dude’s asshole while another blonde sucked his giant cock. It was easy! Anyone can do it. Just type in something like “ass to mouth blonde threesome” and you’ll get where you need to go. In a world where this is possible, what’s left to shock and offend? You want to see a beheading or any kind of brutal violence you can think of? The internet has got your back. This could be why my generation seems to cling to what can only be describe as a right to be offended. It’s blow-back. My peers feel that their innocence was stripped long before they even got to know it, and so are trying to create a child-like world in which authority figures filter out good v. bad, if for no other reason than to feel less overwhelmed. There’s a lot for a young mind to wrap itself around.
We have our own special, dichotomous dilemma. In America, at least, most of us were raised by parents with strong beliefs in either religion or politics, or both; leading said parents to encourage us--their children--to join them in these beliefs. In short: we were taught morality. And children, generally, long to impress their parents. But we also grew up with unlimited internet access (let’s face it: even if our parents tried to limit what we saw, we found a way) & this showed a world far more complicated than good v. evil, right v. wrong, etc. etc. Let’s fess up to another thing: we liked what we saw on the internet. It got us hard, or wet, or just plain tingly in the belly. It amused and disgusted us. These tingles & amusements were/are in direct conflict with the rigid set of morals imparted on & expected from us by our parents (“parents” here being a loose term, perhaps “elders,” or “role models” would be more appropriate), thus creating the entangled, depressed, & neurotic brain so common nowadays. Thus, the safe space. Thus, microaggressions. Thus, chronic nymphomania & craigslist casual encounters. Rather than undertaking the task of reconciling a moral code of decency with the harsh reality of filth, the frightened mind shuts out & denies one or the other.
If you're trying to walk the tougher road, the road of reconciliation, we’re here for you.
Frank X Maloney
