You know, the internet has made photo/video porn more prevalent, but erotic literature has long been available. I've yet to see anything as disturbing as some of the passages I've read of the Marquis de Sade. Perhaps my dad's porn was just images of naked women cleverly posed to conceal pubic hair, but my mom's collection of "banned" books made up for the more explicit parts (thank you Monsieur Girodias).
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I would believe only in a God that knows how to Dance.
Friedrich Nietzsche
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