RodISHI
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I don't personally think it is a good thing from what I have seen over the years.
Yet everyone is able to come to their own conclusions on the subject. I would not want to tell anyone what they could or they could not do. I do think though people should be aware of the situations and heartache associated with the choices that they make.
Growing up in Southern California I knew people that were in that industry. I mention one instance in another post on USMB. The one I recall that really struck my senses was a girl my brother had a crush on growing up.
We walked to school when we live at the foothills for awhile and there was a group of the older kids that would sniff glue on the way to school. The girl my brother had the crush on was one of those who would get high before getting to the school. She was very pretty. She had blonde hair and blue eyes. One of the guys that hung out with her in the morning was a defender one day for me when some of the local crowd started hooting at me when I did not join them. I was sure grateful for that too. To me the stuff smelled awful even being on the street thirty feet away plus I tried to stay away from anything my brother did. My brother was older than I and of course I was the easiest thing for him to take out his fustrations on. That day he was not there but I sure did not want to go to the side of the road and sniff glue with those guys either. Thankfully we did not live very long near that neighborhood. I would not consider the girl my brother had a crush on again for several years.
I left home, got married and had children. The marraige was not going all that hot and in trying to make the whole affair work even when it was nearly over. I tried to be the obedient wife my husband wanted (I've learned since what a control freak is. He also admitted and apoligized years later for being the sick puppy he was). I agreed to go with him to a movie one evening. He neglected to tell me he would be taking me to the porn theatre with him. I was quiet about the whole ordeal as I followed him into the theatre. As much as I wanted to run I didn't and he promised if I did not like it we would leave.
Once inside the theatre I felt sick from the smell. I quashed the urge to puke back and walk with what was supposed to be a loving spouse to a seat and sat down. As I sat there I could see everything around me. Trying not to panick so very hard as I sat there and looked at the whole place and tried really hard ot to look at the fellow sitting a few seats down from us. Then I saw her. That poor girl that was once so beautiful my brother thought he was in love with. She was in a corner of the theatre and men were standing around her. Her face was covered in slime and she looked as if she was some where in space but surely not there. I can still recall the memory and that was over thirty years ago. I learned she was in some of the porn films and she passed with little fan fare from the thoughts of people and this world. I doubt those many that abused her even consider her or the misery she lived in this world for the pleasure of others.
Yet everyone is able to come to their own conclusions on the subject. I would not want to tell anyone what they could or they could not do. I do think though people should be aware of the situations and heartache associated with the choices that they make.
Growing up in Southern California I knew people that were in that industry. I mention one instance in another post on USMB. The one I recall that really struck my senses was a girl my brother had a crush on growing up.
We walked to school when we live at the foothills for awhile and there was a group of the older kids that would sniff glue on the way to school. The girl my brother had the crush on was one of those who would get high before getting to the school. She was very pretty. She had blonde hair and blue eyes. One of the guys that hung out with her in the morning was a defender one day for me when some of the local crowd started hooting at me when I did not join them. I was sure grateful for that too. To me the stuff smelled awful even being on the street thirty feet away plus I tried to stay away from anything my brother did. My brother was older than I and of course I was the easiest thing for him to take out his fustrations on. That day he was not there but I sure did not want to go to the side of the road and sniff glue with those guys either. Thankfully we did not live very long near that neighborhood. I would not consider the girl my brother had a crush on again for several years.
I left home, got married and had children. The marraige was not going all that hot and in trying to make the whole affair work even when it was nearly over. I tried to be the obedient wife my husband wanted (I've learned since what a control freak is. He also admitted and apoligized years later for being the sick puppy he was). I agreed to go with him to a movie one evening. He neglected to tell me he would be taking me to the porn theatre with him. I was quiet about the whole ordeal as I followed him into the theatre. As much as I wanted to run I didn't and he promised if I did not like it we would leave.
Once inside the theatre I felt sick from the smell. I quashed the urge to puke back and walk with what was supposed to be a loving spouse to a seat and sat down. As I sat there I could see everything around me. Trying not to panick so very hard as I sat there and looked at the whole place and tried really hard ot to look at the fellow sitting a few seats down from us. Then I saw her. That poor girl that was once so beautiful my brother thought he was in love with. She was in a corner of the theatre and men were standing around her. Her face was covered in slime and she looked as if she was some where in space but surely not there. I can still recall the memory and that was over thirty years ago. I learned she was in some of the porn films and she passed with little fan fare from the thoughts of people and this world. I doubt those many that abused her even consider her or the misery she lived in this world for the pleasure of others.
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