There are times when having a Sitemeter is great. I can peek around and see who's coming here (all 10 of you - thanks!), figure out where you're from, ascertain how often people come around, take a gander at who's new in town, all that kind of stuff.
Fun, right? Helps to create a sense of community, right? It's all good, right?
Sure, it's great!
Except for the occasional "ew" factor that creeps in.
And "creep" is the operative term here.
All of us who put a part of ourselves on the interwebs have them; we all get the creeps. We get them from the people who use search phrases like "10 year-old little teases," or "soiled panties," and who leave very quickly after finding that a site, in fact, does not contain content to their liking.
Creep, creep, creep.
Y'all know I try to keep this blog reasonably clean. I don't use a lot of cuss words, I don't discuss too much in the way of smut or sex or odd habits, nor do I delve with any regularity into the seamier side of life or strange things in which I might happen to be interested (OK, I will admit to a certain fascination with conjoined twins, but I don't GO INTO IT). Yes, fine, I do mention boobs and tell about dreams in which I imagine myself to be a young asian girl on occasion, but that's just to keep your attention....is it working, by the way???
Back to the point - which is, the thought of someone out there purposely looking for 10 year old little teases or content deailng with soiled panties squicks me out. Mightily so.
Perhaps I am too white bread in my take on the world. Perhaps I am naïve , isolated, childlike, ignorant, or so obtuse as to not realize that LOTS of people are interested in these things, but I hope it's not just me. I hope a lot of y'all are also struck by the "ew" factor of these kinds of searches.
As an FYI - I think the soiled panties one is more understandable and a touch more palatable than the other search phrase. Putting children in any kind of sexual light is more than distasteful, it's a perversion and so wrong in my book of life that it's not even mentioned in the footnotes. I can't even rail about it, because then I get to thinking about it, and I start to hate the people who are interested in it and want to find a large knife to strap to my back and some chain mail clothing so that I can hunt them down and subject them a world of hurt the likes of which they've not ever experienced. Pedophilia, to be quite frank about it, makes me sick.
So, sometimes? I wish I didn't look so carefully at the sitemeter particulars. I'm happier not knowing some things.
An aside - I'm NOT aginst folks getting their groove on sensually, as long as it's consensually. Go ahead, get out the ropes and paddles and nipple clamps, dress up like a pony or a nurse, pour chocolate syrup or hot oil on one another, get something amputated or pierced or whatever, as long as you BOTH (or, perhaps ALL of you) agree that it's all in good fun. What I cannot abide is the objectification of, or surreptitious and perhaps illegal securing of, materials or experiences in which one of the parties does not agree to the activity or could be hurt by it, either physically, emotionally, or developmentally.
And, hey, all the rest of y'all, please keep coming back. I'm usually not so serious, and I occasionally talk about boobs.