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Bizarre collective social memory

                                           

There are fewer visual taboos. We have traversed a vast frontier of what is acceptable and unacceptable in our everyday lives. It is acceptable to show a picture of an aborted fetus to a group of preschoolers but if you pee outside behind a dumpster at four in the morning you can get arrested for indecent exposure. When I think about visual taboo, graphics, discussions, and religions I am affronted with the same conclusion. Cock has one of the deepest and longest decorative histories, but has become socially difficult to swallow.
As the womyn's rights movement slides forward. Phallic imagery has become crouchingly more passive.

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 Dongs have  been traditional a symbols of good luck, fertility, and joy, the life force spitting forth the seeds of new creation. Everybody loves cock. Everybody.
Why have ideas of penis symbolology become so enmeshed with domination and control that
they have become socially flacid, off putting and unacceptable.
Our history is swollen with dick stories. 
In ancient egypt for example the myth of Osiris's death, divine Necrophilia, and resurrection. Isis impregnating herself with his prostetic golden phallus inspired an architectural development of the obelisk and column. Look around at these erections and remember their concept came from worshiping a dead gods member.  The fruit of their union, Horus, had a quasi beastiality homo love affair with dog headed Set complete with a hand job, cum, vegetarianism, incest and a-sexual reproduction. With stories like these the tactile history of schlong just gets more and more penetrating.

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Things going in and things going out. Our visual and written language has facinatingly always been related to either taking it or giving it. There is sexiness oozing out all over our world, but it is easier to imagine a porn star screwing than the idea of our grand-parents, parents or children making love. Every generation thinks they invented it, and inversely every generation gets more externally open and internally repressive. Having dinner with a couple of retired Trannie prostitutes in their late 50s will give you the idea quickly and first hand.