The old and the new

The culture of banning

http://zeenews.india.com/news/net-news/govt-bans-39-pornographic-sites_857830.html

The government, in their own wisdom (or the lack of it) have announced the banning of 39 sites which, in their opinion, are pornographic. What surprises me most is that the executive who are paid out of our money has been able to track ONLY 39 sites! They could have just checked my bookmark and found much more than that! Having said that, I took a pause to click on a few of them and check if they are within the list of 39. Thank the devil, they aren't.

It's too late in the night to debate on the right of an adult to access material which are erotic in nature. When there was no internet, there were street corner shops selling Playboy/Penthouse and others at a steep premium. But still, lot of us owe our first orgasm to those titillating images and raunchy stories. I wish we didn't have to learn about the most natural act through the backdoor (no pun intended!).

The culture of banning and prohibition has never achieved anything in any part of the world. It has always been the human nature to go for the prohibited. The pleasures of the illicit have lured  more than any religions sermon. This is a country where the term SEX, if spoken openly or printed on a form, only means the gender and not how many times you have done it, or do you do it all the possible ways and more! This is a country which if oblivious of the gender spectrum and looks down upon anyone who doesn't fit into the binary. This is the same country which spoke of sex and its different forms of practice much before, maybe, the coinage of the term "morality".

The solution is not in banning. What the government needs is a composite plan to impart education from the school level till there are no queries left in the mind. Till its citizens are ready to practice sex in a safe surrounding, with proper protection and necessary precautions and upon mutual consent without the fear of the State peeping into its private space.

The moment of an earth shattering orgasm is a moment of bliss! If you are reading this, then be sure that even your parents had sex!

MEETING ......FINALLY

............ and so finally we've met.

                  I am glad I wasn't dead before.

                  I'll be happy if I live a few more days
                             just to cherish the memory.

                           (30.12.04
                             9.33am)

TACTILE

I can feel the silence. I can hear your foot steps.... or.... is it your heartbeats! I sense your breath moving its fingers over my naked body. I shiver at your touch.

“...tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne...”

I am blindfolded. You have denied me the pleasure of sight .... thereby giving me the gift of vision! The bed post has secured my hands aided by a silken scarf. I can touch you still. I can see the future unfold. I float on the fragile cloud of my destiny. Gently, you shed all inhibitions, social constructs.... You come to me wearing moonlight over your bare skin. I can sense the liquid moon drench me. The love, the caring, the futility of consequences, and, the pain.

The droplets of ice accumulate on my navel like an oasis in the warm desert. My body burns in the cold heat. I arch in the agony of pleasure, begging you to relive me of my shackles. I feel your tongue rolling over my nipples. I know what is next. I, shudder.

I am the master, I am the slave. I am saint, I am deprave.

A piercing pain on my nipples announces the smile on your cruel lips. You tighten the clamps as I float in the pleasure of agony. I beg you to kiss me, to place me into the limitless bondage of your strong arms. Safety, assurance, commitment.... a stinging slap across my face elevates me from all pettiness. The ground shakes underneath my fragile feet. I grow wings!

The sweet aroma of the scented candle glides over me...or, is it the fragrance of your desire breaking free! My helpless thighs welcome the first droplets of rain. I burn. I exist! Soon this shall be over. Soon we shall dissolve into oblivion. Soon we shall be strangers!

“Chalo ekbar phir se ajnabi ban jaye hum dono...”

The rope marks on my wrists, the throbbing on my nipples, wax burns on my thighs......
I experienced pleasure. I touched divinity!

19.03.11

Why Rant, Chant & Phant

Thanks to Chandrashila Bhattacharya for the final push and the assurance that creating a blog is so easy that even I can do it! 
 
This is a private space in the public domain for unloading personal views on issues which might or might not be of general relevance. If you agree, please leave comments; if you disagree, please leave. I might not have the time to engage with you.

I will be posting from time to time, depending on my habit of compulsive procrastination, on issues which touches/disturbs/affects me. Let's see how far this goes. 

And hence Rant, Chant & Phant.