Deep in the catacombs of the internet, there is a group certainly not safe for work, that is questioning the position of corporation heads who feel banning adult content will make the internet safer and more user friendly. Shannon Liao of the Verge Magazine could not share much on sites like Tumblr’s policy reasoning and many don’t feel they need to give a reason to curb and suppress intellectual property.
The purge of adult content is a proxy. A precursor to a broader issue. Where freedom of expression is the manifestation of freedom of speech, it is presumed, by suppressing what is seen, no offenses can be claimed for ‘illustrations,’ don’t speak.
To those that believe this, “Art,” has no language and they refuse to listen.
When I make the leap of correlating the Tumblr purge with that of Brazil’s National Museum in Rio de Janenro, tens of billions of images are being destroyed-hidden, suppressed. I can’t help but to wonder, “How much money was set to flame by the burning of books contributed to Tumblr’s actions that are not going to change despite appeals.
Tumblr’s recent actions are not new mind you.
Maggie McNiell wrote an inspiring short story entitled “Penelope.” Every time I think of literature or art that is banned by a Moral Climate Machine of our own making, I think of what she wrote and how right she was.
Tumblr CEO Jeff D’Onofrio posted on Tumblr about the change. “As Tumblr continues to grow and evolve, and our understanding of our impact on our world becomes clearer, we have a responsibility to consider that impact across different age groups, demographics, cultures, and mindsets,” D’Onofrio wrote. “We spent considerable time weighing the pros and cons of expression in the community that includes adult content. In doing so, it became clear that without this content we have the opportunity to create a place where more people feel comfortable expressing themselves.”
That is an interesting concept to me. A world without adult content is presumed to be the ideal place to feel safe to express oneself. A world without sex, without nipples, male or female. A world where the conversation surrounding ‘sex,’ is a natural occurrence and if one uses the word or says *fellatio* you are considered eligible for purging, euthanasia, castration, or any other form of mutilation without a contest.
Where I miss out on some very important details, I can always count on Maggie to hit the finer notes:
https://maggiemcneill.wordpress.com/2018/12/17/malice-aforethought/
According to Maggie “until the media and our allies are willing to admit what the Whore Nation already knows, the best we can hope for is to minimize the damage and try to keep things from getting even worse.”
I had to ask after reading this article: Do we minimize the damage by rolling with the punches, following the rules and staying cool under pressure, because that is all I can think to do at the moment.
I am at a standstill on how to get people to see that demonizing ‘sex,’ is worse than the moral tirades of those that see abortion and gun rights as the only issue worth Congress’s time. Privacy does not mean much to those that stand on either side of those issues and they are willing to give it up and give up avenues of wealth for the sake of party alliances. That is incredible to me. Much like what you wrote in the story of “Penelope.”
Are you ready to go to Mars yet, because I am buying a ticket?
https://www.gq.com/story/cure-men-who-pay-for-sex-end-prostitution
Can we cure men, or the world?
That is what the real conversation is. We have come to the stage where we are willing to say ‘sex,’ is not ‘love,’ and love can only be seen based on conforming standards and Chinese like census boards that determine how many children you have, how many hours you work, how much food you can have, and what makes a man different from a woman. Heck we can just create a woman from a man with Government funds, so lets just have who we want to have sex, have sex and get rid of the no regards that do so on their spare time for their own private pleasures.
Merry Christmas indeed.