>>24670385Let's imagine I really like Captain Crunch, right? I go to the cereal aisle every week to get a new box. You could say it's my favorite cereal.
I'm walking down the cereal aisle today when a guy comes up to me and shows me a picture of the Captain gaping his asshole. Gross man. Get away from me. Then another guy comes up and shows me a pic of him jizzing in a bowl of Captain Crunch. The next guy tells me a story about how he wants to abuse and then marry the Captain.
This stuff is all weird and alarming to me now. It doesn't stop me from liking Captain Crunch, and I'm still going to buy it, right? And one could argue that it shouldn't affect me, so I let it roll off my shoulders, get my box of cereal and leave and forget about the whole thing.
Next week I go back to the cereal aisle. The same guys are there, showing off the same stuff. It's still disconcerting, but I deal with it because I really like Captain Crunch. This time is different though. There are people standing around calling everyone who picks up a box of Captain Crunch "faggots" or "milkfags" and telling them all to fuck off. I wish they'd fuck off too but I wouldn't call them names, but now I'm being called all of these things because I like Captain Crunch! To avoid these labels I have to like Captain Crunch in secret.
Again, you could argue that maybe it's the people slinging the rude comments who are at fault. I'd be inclined to agree. They are in the wrong. But at the same time, the people who are cutting out holes in the cardboard box where the Captain's mouth used to be and fucking it, then going aorund and telling everyone about it are in the wrong too. If you have a kink, cool. But why do you have to share that with strangers? I don't wear my masturbatory habits on my sleeve. I don't let what porn I like become a part of my identity. Just enjoy the fucking cereal and if you want to fuck it, do that on your own time.
