Dirty Thought: Promiscuous

Oooh, go on, stick it in me you dirty bastard.

Imagine the scenario: 

Gangs of rapists are doing the rounds, they are everywhere, and we must assume that everyone is a rapist. We know this because the TV has told us, though we don't know anyone, or know anyone that knows anyone who has been raped, but the TV, radio, adverts, anti rape devices in shops, our workplace windows desktop, every advert on social media and every bus stop would have us believe that people are getting raped, left, right and centre. First we are locked in our homes for weeks upon end, and they ban us from getting within 2 meters of our loved ones incase one of them is a rapist, and even though we can see they are clearly a lovely person, the Government will have got inside our heads so much that we begin to question our own judgment on people we love to such a degree that we feel weird if they try and hug us, so we push them away ask them to respect our space. All of this must continue until the Government can find some sex workers to have sex with us, as this is the ONLY way to get back to normal. While their search for the skilled sex workers continues (perfectly good prostitutes exist but they are considered old, so they don't come at a premium, and their pimps do not give bonuses to Boris, Chris, Patrick and Matt), we will be told that when in an enclosed space, we must wear a pair of incontinence pants on the outside of our trousers or dress, as this really deters the rapists, If we can't get the incontinence pants off in time and are at risk of defacating ourselves we are allowed to just wear a polythene skirt instead. Everyone is actually exempt from this pathetic charade, this we would know if we bothered to understand what the rule actually said, but will wear the pants and/or the skirt besides. The Government tell us that the only long term protection from these rapists is to let an employee of a contracting company of their choosing, have sex with us twice, and then probably again and again at any time of their choosing, with a new, never before used on humans, technique that will change the way the body experiences sex for the rest of our lives; this new technique will be called ‘Phallixing’. This is not Government rape you understand, because, under our fear induced state, that has psychologically damaged our ability to think rationally, we will give consent. We are now told that, actually, unless everyone signs up to get phallixed by the Government contractor that our old normal will never return, so we apply pressure to our friends and family to give up their bodily autonomy to the Government, and get phallixed 2 times a year by their contractor of choice, just so we can be safe and get our old life back. The thing with these Government contractors is that they come in all shapes and sizes. Some are attractive and kind and tender, and though we might feel a little naughty for doing it, the experience will not be that bad. However, some are also fat, sweaty, violent pigs that will phallix us so hard it will make getting raped by those that the Government warned us about, but don't know anyone raped by, seem like a pleasurable experience in comparison. 

Our favourite TV talking heads who we think are our friends, though we actually know nothing about them, their political persuasion or secret society membership, will tell us over and over about the wonderful, sexy, smooth skinned sex worker they were assigned or will tell us that, actually they were a bit smelly and they gave them an STD but it was all worth it. We will change our Facebook picture to a rainbow and the words "I got phallixed by a random stranger" or "Brave men died in WW2 for my freedom, all I had to do was lie back and get phallixed.". We will post pictures of ourselves getting phallixed, smiling degenerately, and proclaiming "Just had my second phallix and it was wonderful, thankyou to my hard working sex worker, and thank you to Boris and Matt for arranging this for me." We will engage on Twitter and throw insults like "Anti Phallixer'' at anyone that has legitimate concerns about the Government phallixing agenda. 

Phalixing victims relatives will take to TV and smile lovingly as they tell us "My brother got phallixed so hard that he died from internal bleeding from his fissures and tears, but as someone who works on the periphery of the medical establishment I understand that it was a risk worth taking, and I would still advise everyone, including my children, to get phallixed.".

There will be many labelled “Anti Phallixers” who have never had sex, and don't want to have sex for personal or Ideological reasons, or those who are just more selective over who they choose to have sex with. Maybe the "Anti Phallixers" just don't think it's a good idea to phallix the whole world so quickly with Government whores and their experimental phallixing technique, when there is zero knowledge of the long term effect on the body at a molecular level, and they have good reason to distrust the Government and their contractors. We will take to twitter to call these people selfish and demand that they forgo any protection from the state for anything for as long as they live. These "Anti Phallixers" will be aware of what they can do to limit their risk of being raped to virtually zero, by just taking good care of their health; they understand that the rapists struggle to attack strong and healthy people and that a little attempted raping is actually a far better way for them to gain long term protection by learning the rapists method of attack, than by being experimentally phallixed. They are also aware that the rapists only really like exceptionally old people with comorbidities, or diabetes, or those who refuse to cut down on their pork pies mate and get some exercise. We will watch TV faces discussing how they might approve of those with principles being denied access to work, shops and entertainment venues in case they encourage the rapists in, even though this defies all logic and empirical evidence, and instead of being absolutely disgusted that this is even being discussed, we will just slowly absorb it until it becomes a thought of our own. 

We will believe that by subjecting our children to getting phallixed at the Governments' discretion for the rest of their lives that we are doing them a wonderful service. 

Oh but what's this now, getting phallixed by the Government won't actually stop us getting raped it seems, it just lowers the pain of the rape, and we’ll still have to wear the incontinence pants over our clothes for another couple of years, and still distrust and avoid our loved ones. 

After a while we will become more aware of the volume of fat, sweaty, violent STD riddled Government contractors that are being used, and the victims will seem closer to home, though the Government will try to assure us that these are not phallixing victims but are in fact victims of stress, or of a delayed condition of the rape they didn't even know they had. We might start to wonder if we should have been so promiscuous, and have regret at our inability to question an authority that clearly does not care for us. But, strangely, though we are coming to realise that it was a big con to lure us into a prison of our own creation, we have become so used to wearing incontinence pants and distrusting our loved ones that these habits are hard to shake off. The way society interacts with each other has changed forever, but we have been so mentally fatigued by the last few years of psychological systematic bombardment that we don't have the energy to do anything about it. 

People will have warned us about this but because we were programmed by the Main Stream Media that we are addicted to, we just called them Conspiracy Theorists, even though everything they warned us about came true. We will accept everything the Government does, as a means to keep us safe in our depressed, risk free, sterile, vacuous existence we call life. 

Thank goodness that terrible nightmare could never become a reality…..

You see, this might just be an injection to you, so wrapped up in your foggy cloud of fear and ignorance, but to many, having complete control of what goes into our bodies, and control of how our bodies operate, is about the most sacred thing we could possibly imagine. Once you give that control to someone else, you may as well be dead. 

Written June 2021