Divorces and Dead Spouses

With every ounce of my heart I believe prostitution should be legal.
So does the writer at this link, if you choose to read it.

Here are the Reasons Why I Think Prostitution Should Be Legalized

I have two more simple reasons to add as well.
Divorce Rates and Dead Spouses.

The ones who clamor on over the “morality” of sex work for pay
obviously are  unaware of the devastating results of
those forced into forging mangled relationships/families-often, to avoid persecution for a human sex drive.
Or the clamorers have hearts fashioned just as cold as the “sex slavers” that they’re so hell bent over ‘finding’- in their ongoing tirades against prostitution-for their refusal to care.

Either way, it needs to be addressed quickly when considering the rise in ASD “conditions” being diagnosed and what that will mean for our society’s future (if it even has one) of the Healthy Marriage.

Most of us do not usually contemplate the connection between unhappy marriages and the destruction wrought by them; the ugly domino effect of overlapping disasters from sexless partnerships, raging depression.. all the way up to child custody in divorces.

Nor do we choose to consider the most extreme horror of a dysfunctional marriage. When an exhausted spouse , after years of futility, chooses a final escape from the  torment by suicide.


As homosexuals were often forced into forging deceptive lives to avoid the pain of arcane ideals and punishment, many ASD individuals (incapable of caring for emotional well being of other human beings) have also manufactured deceptions to gain access to simple things such as sexual intimacies.

Both often involving the joined  lives of  partners struggling to maintain love in inhumane atmospheres-neither returned nor demonstrated.

Both often resulting in precious years wasted of ordinary human beings forced against their will into being treated no better than conveniences for sick and selfish gain and/or fear.

It seems irrational and cruel to me how we insist upon prostitution remaining illegal in the face of such miserable fallout, affecting thousands of lives…merely because a human is not “allowed” to do what a human, by nature, wishes to do.

How is it that we refuse to see how insane it is to trade a human being’s years of potential health and happiness..

(-the forced to be deceptive spouse and the frustrating failures 

-the victimized spouse and the slaughtered esteem

-the innocent children who deserved  better than the rancorous poison of a household that nurtured them with little happiness nor considerable peace.)

…to maintain stubborn control over what can generally be a meaningless few hours of base pleasures? Meaningless hours that don’t require the pretending of interests that will never be, extravagant lies threaded throughout love that will never exist or the intertwining of incompatible lives made unbearable for the lack of trust and tender affections.

If we think that “young women being held captive in a sex industry” is barbaric and to be avoided at all cost…

How on earth can we justify the moral and social enslavement of countless current men, women and children trapped in hellish households in response  to “saving” the lives of these hypothetical “victims”?

(I won’t bother wasting my time to address the morality argument of an imaginary “god” who “disapproves” of prostitution. That’s simply speaking in shameful fairy tales when this is clearly an issue that deserves serious, merciful and adult discussion.

However, I will do the favor of reminding us that a higher order is not a higher order if it is  plagued by human characteristics such as judgment. We should be ashamed to embrace such ridiculousness.)

This is one seriously horrific pound of heartbreak that could be radically diminished
by an ounce of cure…if we could simply and seriously look at what’s truly at stake.

photo By beeboys

Sunny Experiment in Terror

There shall be no  more sneaking up to unaware World of Warcraft strangers in village squares to tickle their flower faced cutie pies..for I have secured my very own Sunny Honey.

How pleased I was after being  transported to a region where the sunflower getting involved “Plant vs. Zombies” skills already  tucked away in the old toolbox.

With slightly ‘darker’ graphics and shades different gameplay, I didn’t mind the (mumble grumble) times it took for me to emerge victorious,  bag of seeds held high above my own beaming face.

It definitely called for a dance with the Master-Henry Mancini’s “Experiment in Terror”

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More of The Master Mancini

Silences Are Not

Silences Are Not

Silences are not always punishments.
Better yet, nor should they

ever be.

Sometimes they’re simply carried over from a past
where the child had to stay quiet and hide
just until Trouble passed.

Sometimes they’re old habits from enough time passed
that they’re nearly branded inside
like other scars from the past.

Silences are not always punishments
Especially if that’s all they

used to be.


Lost Momentoes

Having lost most of my possessions years ago, I will probably not watch this  movie quite yet.

All of my baby/child/teen photos, most of my eldest child’s baby photos (nearly all), furniture that traveled with me since I was a baby (having had been a military brat), my adoptive father’s urn…gone. Not having a single family member nor friend in contact, the chances of my retrieval of related mementoes or even the sharing of memories through conversation= zero.
I don’t mind admitting still feeling occasional and deep pangs of loss ; my sole anchors to a past I can share with no one and have missed out on sharing with potential future friends.
But all is fine..Truly.

I will watch the movie one day.
I believe that any film that can remind us and help us with the honoring/keeping  of emotional ties even when we think ‘all is lost” is worth being mentioned as much is possible.

photo By elenarostunova


Yet ANOTHER Amazon Spoiler Preview

…And here I was convinced that the worst problem with my modern watching experience
was that nearly every director needs to insert a vomit scene into his/her work.

If I didn’t “know” better, I would swear TPTB are purposefully trying to destroy the viewing experience.
(The Powers That Be= an undefined and mostly hypothetical network within society allegedly dictating how all things are run; without us ” little guys” having to worry our pretty little heads over pestersome problems like making our own decisions)

I could be wrong. I hope so.

First, on the official trailer for the movie “A Quiet Place”.

Hating spoilers personally, I won’t point out the moment in this trailer that kills a certain “tension” buzz  by revealing something very specific that feeds into the plot. Something that could have provided an intriguing jolt to the story. Gone now because it’s revealed in the trailer.

When trailers expose too much, it’s like handing over the gift of a popular puzzle cube (or similar toy) to someone who’s been looking forward to the challenge…only to find out it’s already been solved after taking it from the package. There’s not much point in having it by that point, is there?

I will leave it up to the reader to watch the trailer at this link https://youtu.be/WR7cc5t7tv8

Second, there’s an even more worriesome situation going on within the written  Amazon previews for films and shows.

I’ll choose the  movie titled “Zoe”.

What could have been a titillating “cookie” to discover within “Zoe” is smashed to bits within the opening sentence of the lead preview.

Again, I won’t say anything on how the movie goes or what plays out. I won’t even say whether the smashed cookie I refer to is the only thing that was left to “discover”.


One assumes (assumed) that Amazon could support a little common sense when it comes to the elements that can affect everything from audience enjoyment to an artist’s earnings. One would not assume they’d be so sloppy as to  risk  surprises being  ruined, with the grace of a brat who blurts out there’s no Santa on Christmas Eve to his bewildered (eventually heartbroken) three old sibling.

It’s been a problem  in Amazon’s book category also , as you can see with this author’s complaint from six years ago

We’re either looking at a new generation of human beings who lack intelligent sophistication enough to understand they are ruining things.

Or we are looking at a worsening plague of apathy that’s indicative of a generation that doesn’t care that things are being ruined in the first place.

I don’t expect Amazon to “care” per se. After all they are a money making beast -one of the best and fattest beasts. That’s what money making beasts are about.

Like  vomit scenes, most human beings do not LIKE having their entertainment ruined. This creeping lack of oversight and consideration makes very little sense if one was even barely familiar with how financial income connects  to what consumers LIKE.

Why are we constantly exposed to grunts, retching and plain ‘ugly’ on our screens every day? No idea.
Why are thoughtless, adolescent previews and trailers being allowed to represent what could be better enjoyed and received works of art that took hundreds of hours and millions of dollars to make? Again, shrugs all around.

On another hand, the answers could possibly be more disturbing than our “pretty little heads” could process. Maybe we wouldn’t want to hear them.

Like an answer that makes it clear that  it’s because we’ve proven ourselves to be such voracious and limited range thinking consumers. So much so  that TPTB are secure in their confidence to continue profiting without concern.

Maybe it’s gotten to the point that they don’t care how many  they offend because there are millions more who couldn’t care any less or any more than most of us do on a daily basis. If you’ve lost two million dollars from a thirty million dollar haul..no tears are being shed that’s for sure.

Like hogs in a pen where masters don’t  care about stepping on the occasional hoof while throwing the slop around at feeding time. It’s not as if the animals will be insulted enough to resist gobbling up the treats because of it.

As long as the masters end up making money in the end , the truer question  would end up being why the masters would or should be concerned at all.

I think it’s safe to assume that I’m not the only one who could have sworn we weren’t animals in the first place- cow eyed and oblivious to how our lives are being run; from major forced mandates on how we’re supposed to live our lives down to the trivial matters of how we entertain ourselves.

I could be wrong.

And once again, I sure hope so.

photo  By Argus


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