Let’s say the mischievous omnipotent imp from my last thread decides, rather than to isolate all the world’s nation’s states from one another, to screw with humanity by interfering with filmed screwing. With a snap of his/her/its fingers, the imp removes all pornography–photographic, cinematic, and literary–from the world, and also makes it impossible to create any more. Oh, it’s still POSSIBLE to get a college girl drunk and persuade her to make out with her sorority mate, but your camera won’t record the action; and when you try to write it down, the pen runs out of ink or the hard drive crashes, etc.
For purposes of this exercise, we’ll define phoographic porn as any photograph at least as explicit as those in the first issue of Playboy; cinematic porn as any movie your average video store would today stock in a section restricted to patrons over 18; and literary porn as any book that would currently be stocked at the Erotica section at Barnes & Noble. Forms of porn currently illegal, like bestiality and kiddie porn, are also obliterated and made impossible to replicate. But movies like, oh, Personal Best (where the sex is subordinate to the plot) are still allowed, as are paintings like The Turkish Bath. Oh, and the imp also smites Liberty University, the studios of the 700 Club, and Tim LaHaye’s house with flaming meteors, just to make sure no one misunderstands its motives. It’s not being judgmental; it’s just screwing with us to see what would happen.
What effect would this have on the US economy? On society in general? On the rest of the world?
People would finally recognize sex as the inherent necessary evil that it is. Permarital sex and infidelity would disappear. All the energy that used to go in to the pursuit of sex would suddenly usher in a Golden Age of scientific advancement and creative…explosions. people would suddenly discover new meaning in life in the light of the love of Christ and live happily using sex solely as a means of procreation…
I don’t think I follow completely. What do you mean, disappears? You mean, like when I close my eyes, I don’t see it, but it’s still there, waiting for me? Surely you don’t mean disappears like a beer disappears in my tummy. That’s just…madness.
In case you might have been looking for any kind of halfway serious answer, I’d say perceived obscenity would move back a step or two. We might be back to a glimpse of cleavage or even maybe a well-turned ankle.
you can see plenty of “well-turned” ankles by youtubing sports injuries, and I don’t think any of those will ever enter MY idea of a good thing to fantasize about :dubious:
