What is your Opinion of Pornography in Public Libraries?

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I still don't get how this has anything to do with disabled people or how you construed anything I said as "disabled people are an eyesore".

Welcome to PPR

Believe it or not, I've been a regular in PPR before. 2 years ago, in fact.

Hi TeaEarlGreyHot,

I've been told that if I did have a video of myself, it would now be illegal. Some "problems" not banned yet are more "tame", like: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rA9MYvxl5HU
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rA9MYvxl5HU[/youtube]

Here's an example of banned content in print (few video-cameras back then when the incidents occurred), and now with the Penn State scandal, how about shoving to criminal court self-righteousness Miss Goody-Two-Shoes for allowing continuation of such to hide sham shame??? What should a current poor Tadzio do to get information from public sources, since officials say to just relax & enjoy it??? Then, poor, poor, poor, pitiful officials when the truth hits the fan over Penn State (those dirty little catamites seducing Godly officials again???)! !!

Re: Faked seizures
Decades ago, my mother took in foster kids. First it was teenage boys and then teenage girls too, but the boys broke everything in the house and stole my mother's car a few times. The girls didn't break things and they only stole things like make-up or girlie clothes from each other. I suggested that my mom switch to all girls and that if she wanted to maybe take young boys too, which she did.

My mother took in a girl who was 19. All the other girls were underage. I was about 32 years old then and living at home again because I had returned to college. My mother liked having me around because she wanted another adult in the house and because she had her grandsons, who needed a father figure.

I liked the 19-year-old girl and could tell that she liked me, so I asked my mother if she'd mind if the girl and I dated. My mother said that she wouldn't mind but later changed her mind.

But the girl and became fast friends.

The first day she was at my mother's, the girl had a seizure. Everyone in the house, it seemed, including my mom's teenage foster girls, speculated that it was fake. I didn't know. I was sort of openminded on the matter. The girls had heard of the girl, and my mom had heard about her seizures.

But the girl was lying in the middle of the kitchen floor, having her “fit,” while the kitchen was in full use. I squatted down and held her head in my lap and everyone else pretty much ignored it.

We hadn't had anyone do anything like that before, or since, for that matter.

Once the seizure ended, the girl asked for some aspirin and returned to the activities of the house.

She always claimed that she had a headache after one of her seizures.

I got called after that, whenever she had her fits, to hold her head in my lap. I don't know, don't remember, if she ever did it when I wasn't in the house.

One time, early on, someone called an ambulance, but the girl refused to go, saying that she only had a headache afterward. After that, we didn't ever call an ambulance.

I don't remember a lot about it, how often she had them or whatever.

However, I do remember that she wanted to get a driver's license, and to do that in our state one has to have been seizure-free for six months, I think. Well, miracle of miracle, the seizures stopped! I'd been teaching her to drive, in the wide-open parking lot of the local community college, with me sitting right next to her in case she had a fit. She got her license, but she didn't have a car, and the seizures started again.

She wanted to know what the problem was, so my mother made an appointment and I drove her to the local children's hospital. She had been seizure-free for some time, I forget how long, but somehow managed to have a series of seizures in the waiting room, I think five or six, while we waited. We waited nearly an hour, and she had been impatient to be seen.

The hospital staff simply ignored her. Once she was seen, she reported to me that she'd had a seizure while she was being seen by the doctor.

And after that she didn't have seizures for some time. I never knew of her having that many at the same time ever again, or before that. She had always just had them one at a time and went back to that pattern ofter our visit to the hospital.

I later read of borderline personality disorder and realized that she fit many of the characteristics. She was very needy of attention and approval. She sometimes told my mother or me whopping lies about being called into the police station to be questioned by the police about activities in the house and reported that she'd stuck up for us regardless of how much the police pressured her to betray my mother. Afterward, my mother always joked about how the girl didn't have any secrets to give the police, that there was nothing going on in the house that the police would care about.

I met her own mother and got to know her a little. Her mother had gotten pregnant when she was 15 or something, and had married a man who was not the girl's father soon after. I noticed that the girl and her mother seemed at times to compete as to who was the child in the relationship. I also noticed that the girl did the same, only more often, with my mom's foster boys and her grandkids, boys between the ages of 5 and 9. She'd try to “out-child” them, even when she was supposed to be watching them, a task that she often sought.

At times she used a wheelchair, often for weeks or months at a time. She claimed that she had suffered a “mini-stroke” and that her legs didn't work. It became just another fact about her. After I'd moved out, I see my mom and ask if the girl was “in the chair” this week, or after the girl moved out, my mom would ask me the same question about the girl.

She'd have her "mini-stroke" and end up in the chair but then recover completely or at other times use a cane, sometimes a regular wooden crooked one or full-blown crutches and at other times the metal ones with the ring for the arm brace.

I do not remember her ever having a seizure when she was in the chair or using the cane, but I may be mistaken. This all happened about twenty years ago.

After she moved out, the girl and I would sometimes fool around. I know it may seem strange, or creepy, but I did like the girl and she liked me. We enjoyed each other's company. We had spent a lot of time together when we'd both lived with my mother, mostly without fooling around. Some times she'd accompanied me and one or another of my girlfriends when we'd done things like going to a movie or out to eat. She always wanted to be friends with my girlfriends and was always deeply hurt whenever they didn't like her or didn't want her to join us for the movies or going out to eat.

I remember that she used to come over to my apartment, either getting dropped off or having me come get her. Several times she was in the chair, claiming that she couldn't walk.

She wasn't obese, but she wasn't a small girl either, and she is about five foot nine. She was too heavy for me to carry her up to my apartment, which was on the second floor. It didn't have a ramp.

I'd help her out of the chair, lower her onto the bottom or the second step, and she'd pull herself up the stairs, one stair at a time, pushing up with her arms to raise her butt on the next higher step. She'd pull her legs after her, but I noticed that sometimes she'd raise her legs up, something that she claimed that she couldn't do.

She'd always insist that she didn't want to fool around before she'd get up to my room, but all I had to do was to touch her and she'd get all hot and bothered for my attention. I didn't own a TV back then --- I'm a huge reader of books --- and there really was nothing else for us to do up in my little studio apartment other than to fool around, and she came over several times, always with the same outcome.

But afterward, sometimes, she'd say that she hadn't wanted to do what we'd done, and sometimes she got angry with me about it, so we'd stay away from each other. But always within a few weeks she'd call me and ask to see me and come willing to my apartment whenever I suggested it.

One time when we got together, she told me that she'd seen the doctors again and that they'd taken a brain scan or whatever. She reported that the doctor had told her that there was nothing organically wrong with her, and that they “needed to look elsewhere for an explanation” of her seizures.

I realized that the doctor was hinting that he knew that she was faking, but her interpretation of his remark was that it proved that she wasn't faking because he had said that they “needed to look elsewhere” and that meant, obviously to her, that the doctor meant other than her faking it.


By XXX on Wed, 10/27/2010 - 10:55am Login or register to post comments [ Report Abuse ]
Re: Faked seizures
Hi XXX,

In reference to "had heard about her seizures", in High School, my vice-principal told me he had "heard about my spells". He told me that shortly after the start of my second appointment with him in his office, in response to my telling him that my teacher had again forcibly sodomized me. He ended the conversation my telling me that I'd better keep quite, and had better forget the allegations, or ELSE. I decided to keep quite, despite all the jokes about my blood stained pants both times, and just ignore my teacher whenever he made any orders that might result in my being alone with him. This worked for a while in stopping bodily contact with him, but by reports from my classmates, in the middle of an automatism seizure with me sitting in my desk wadding up pages from my notebook with one hand, my teacher grabbed the desk and flipped me and my desk over, grabbed me by my ankles, dragged me out into the hallway, pulled my pants and underwear down, starting undoing his own pants, but on gaining awareness that most of the class followed him out into the hall, with other teachers and students taking note of the ruckus, he took off running down the hallway. When I more fully regained consciousness, I pulled up pants, and took off running toward the front of the school (which was the opposite direction).

While someone called the police, the police never contacted me. Afterwards, I heard various scenarios, from rape, to protesting the war, to nothing happened, to it was consensual and didn't meet statutory rape, and that I seduced my teacher, since I was well known for having fellow students hold me down so they could pet my large Becker's Nevus.

My encounters with religious institutions weren't much better, or worse, as already noted:
_____ If only "Mad Church Disease," as noted by Anne Jackson in her book, was the only discrete set of problems which would include the problems between religion and epilepsy.

_____ My religious encounters involving seizures included most everything from "speaking-in-tongues" as a mouth-piece for the Gods, to those religious leaders strongly suggesting I should be "burned at the stake" because of my miraculous abilities through seizures, and my reluctance to "play house."

______ Gargantua and Pantagruel didn't have adventures as dangerously bizarre as my epileptic encounters with the various churches, and all their many lusting leaders. While all witnesses to view my Becker's Nevus, wanted to pet it, my dependable once-a-month seizure clusters, which now lead to frequent secondary tonic-clonics without AEDs, got me a lot of ribbing in adolescence, and early adulthood, for it being "that time of the month." I still wonder if the social joking with periodic seizures is very common, but one theologian pronounced my occasional Priapic seizures during the clusters as the Father's curse, and I didn't know what the guy was talking in a rave about, until a couple decades later when I read the book "The Poisoned Embrace," by Lawrence Osborne, and the written 'scientific account' (anti-Semitic myth) of the male menses, recorded by Thomas de Cantimpre in the thirteenth century. "Calling upon Saint Augustine as his authority, my Minister said......" What a source for both a piercing and novel lack of understanding!! !

I've never found a solid and definitive legal answer about "voluntary" sexual relations during epileptic seizures (esp. if orgasm is a form of seizure), but during "regular mundane" seizures, it has a sense of being immoral or within the criteria of statutory rape. While some "Johns" prefer their mate to be "being kissed by the gods" during embrace, the laws view any judgmental impairments, esp. mental, being involved, to be a probable crime. (Another realm of discriminaton or protection?).

"Faking seizures" and Psychogenic Non-Epileptic Seizures (PNES) are generally regarded under different classifications in the DSM, with another caveat of "borderline personality disorder": http://www.nytimes.com/2008/10/21/healt ... ?_r=1&pa...

Most all neurological impairments and their imitators are incorrectly but conveniently labeled by many harried, hurried, lazy, and/or money focused medical professionals, as the much more economical "psychogenic".

Tadzio


By 3Hours... on Wed, 10/27/2010 - 10:13pm Login or register to post comments [ Report Abuse ]
Re: Faked seizures
it is statuary rape on 2 accounts 1. no one under age 18 can consent to sex 2. how can one who's unconsuss consent they cant theirfore it is unconsentual


By YYYY on Thu, 10/28/2010 - 12:38pm Login or register to post comments [ Report Abuse ]
Re: Faked seizures
the girl never had a seizure while we were fooling around.

i'd think that any sex during a seizure, unless consentual sex had begun before the seizure, would be considered as potential rape. obviously say your girlfriend or wife could give consent before hand to have sex with her during the seizure. of course, as well, it would depend on the patient's response afterward. they can, in effect, consent after the fact. oh, well, he is my boyfriend . . . or gee, i'd always hoped that he'd touch me!

what you ask, however, does make me wonder about if someone had sex with someone was faking it, if it could be proven, somehow, that they were faking it. the cute girl is a known faker and she's flopping around on the ground, and some guy molests her or even goes all the way . . . if it were truly faking she could've asked him to stop, and not asking a guy to stop is consent, as long as she can ask him to stop. but obviously the rapist would have a difficult row to hoe, as a positive defense, proving that it was fake and getting a jury or a judge to go along with that line of thinking, since obviously anyone who fakes seizures must have somekind of mental or emotional problem, one that would likely preclude them from breaking out of their act to object to being raped.

but someone with real epilepsy wouldn't be able to remember having sex during a seizure. however, of course, if you come out of it naked or with a sore butthole and bleeding butthole or vagina . . .


By XXX on Thu, 10/28/2010 - 9:03am Login or register to post comments

Is there really a right to w*k?

In a public library?

No.

Hi NeantHumain,

"In Academe, w*king is a full-time job, and teaching others how to w*k, a sign of intellectual respectability."
http://books.google.com/books?id=qe1c0B ... nk&f=false

"Recycling Shakespeare" by Charles Marowitz (2000), page 73, Chapter 7.

It's just that most narrow minded and self-righteous prudes are against truly intellectual pursuits. The bigger & better universities have much larger libraries to promote such activities.

Tadzio

Pornography in public libraries? Damn kids can learn about sex the same way that I did. In the locker room!

In all seriousness, though, I think any librarian should be hesitant to let this genie out of the bottle. Judicial attempts to define a line on what constitutes obscenity have been notorious faulty. Librarians should be fighting a two front war here: politicians should not be permitted to micromanage collections; and neither should patrons.

agreed,

also people do not have a right not be offended.

pandabear, don't get graphic please. this is not the Adult section.

Speaking of graphic, I recently finished reading Henry Miller's The Tropic of Capricorn, about his life in Paris in the 1930s. The book was much too sexy for the Anglo-Saxons, and was consequently banned in the USA and Britain.

The book became legally available in the USA during the sexual revolution of the 1960s, when the liberal activist judges on the Supreme Court decided that Americans could safely purchase and read the book.

Which makes one wonder why the Bible was never banned. The Bible contains some of the most vile, graphic, disgustingly sexy filth you'll ever read anywhere. Still, a lot of churches hand Bibles out to impressionable youths, who would certainly read the sexy parts in private and be stimulated to masturbation.

I've always thought that if Judges 19 was made into a movie, it would be banned in most countries.

Quick recap: A transient man offers his concubine to a bunch of rapists, who originally had their minds set on raping him instead (this seems to be a recurring theme in the Bible). The poor woman is repeatedly raped throughout the entire night, while he sits safely inside the house of his host and listens to the screams.

In the morning, he steps outside and commands his concubine, who lies battered and broken on the doorstep, to get up and follow him. But she doesn't respond, so he picks her up, puts her on his donkey and travels home. Then he cuts her body into twelve pieces (it is unclear if the victim is still alive at this point) and sends the pieces to twelve different parts of Israel Apparently, this is supposed to be an educational tale of moral behavior.

Charming. I can't imagine the BBFC giving a certificate to something like that!

Even in America, some public libraries carry magazines like this:




When men read stuff like that, it is considered smut. When it is for the ladies, it is perfect library material.

most libraries also carry Maxim, which is on par with Cosmo, so there isn't any double standard going on

I just came from the local library: they have Cosmo, but not Maxim.

Cum on: you know very well that women can get away with reading Cosmo at the local laundry mat, and that the local grocery store sells it on the shelves. Men aren't going to get away with reading Maxim publicly, and their wives won't allow it privately, either.