Who do I complain to about the quality of porn?

We all get spam, sooner or later – varying degrees of it. Some email accounts (and/or ISPs) have clever filtering software that discards the stuff, other email accounts (and/or ISPs) choose to adopt the minimalist approach (with perhaps, a dash of Zen) and let these things run unfettered around the interwebs as if they were nothing more than misbehaving children.

Fair enough.

I have email accounts with both types of service providers; I checked an account with the latter type of provider this evening.

Well yes, lots of spam.

None of it very clever.

And that, really, is my point.

In one email was an embedded image – a photograph – of a young lady (using words in roundabout terms here) and her husband (chortle!).

In the photograph she was performing some misguided kind of artificial respiration to one particular part of his body. Fortunately he seemed to be enjoying it.

I can’t help wondering what the ladies of Hampshire Women’s Institute (WI) would think of this photograph. The documentary I watched last night of a couple of their representatives touring brothels and whore houses of the world made for very compulsive viewing!

Anyway, on with the plot – and cutting through the flowery stuff…

It was a photograph of a girl giving a guy a blowjob.

Fine. Brilliant. Lovely.

Shrug.

No worries.

Except the girl.

I’ve clipped the rudeness off the photo and reproduced the bit that really caught my attention:

The piercing… I’m ok with that.

But the tattoo?

In the words of the prophet.

Not good!

B.