I got a distinct sense of unreality when reading that article in the Telly. It took some doing to cudgel my brain into understanding that a supposedly "educated" and "intelligent" (ha!) woman could possibly write such garbage. It was at that point that I stopped yelling at my computer screen and settled down enough to rip on that vapid moron who wrote the article.

Took a while, though.

"Caligula's Bedroom"- that's perfect. I'll have to remember that one.

True. Though to be honest, I wasn't paying much attention to her face.

But it really does make my teeth hurt. I know what's going on, but saying it out loud gets you looked at like you're someone insane. But it's downright demonic. And it's frightening how quickly it spread.

The way that pornography is now simply mainstream activity to so many people. It boggles my mind. I have those moments where I myself think, I don't know what the hell's going on. That's despite knowing. It's exasperating to accept it all as normal. My brain says, No. I agree with my brain: it ain't normal.

What we're becoming is frightening to me. Hell will soon be renting space up here to take notes on debauchery. Here in Caligula's Bedroom (I believe I read that at Unca Bob's place. Rather perfect descriptor).