What use is a typical spanking model?

Rants, Raves and Reviews — By Adele on 8 May, 2006 10:41 pm

A few days ago I ranted about how hard one would have to look to discover a typical spanking model. Or even a porn model.

And then I thought: why people want there to be a typical porn model? This is what I’d like to know.

Having given it some thought, I’ve decided that a lot of it must stem from a desire to separate the lambs from the goats or even “us” from “them”.

“We” are normal people, we are ordinary people, we pay our taxes, and eat fish and chips, we reluctantly love our neighbours, and still begrudge the French the victories of Joan of Arc, and let our kids queue for new Harry Potter books.

“They” are unnatural people with twisted ethics – if they have any ethics at all; for money they will sell all the things a normal person treasures above everything and would never consider putting up for sale: their dignity, their bodies, their emotions. They don’t have a soul, because it’s been either sold long ago, or has decayed and fell away. They don’t hold anything dear, and even if they are smiling at you, it’s because they want money. They are on drugs.

And then it appears that the next door neighbour’s niece, who looks every bit like one of us, and is, on the face of it, as normal a teenager as one has ever met – well, she’s actually one of *them*. But she can’t be, because we know her; she’s grown up in our street. She queued up for Harry Potter with our kids. Must be that she’s really not typical one of “those”; she’s alright.

I guess, there are girls you could look at and say off hand: she’s a porn model. But even that won’t give you a lot to go on in finding out her character. Chances are, she’s not any more typical in the adult industry than the neighbour who comes over to walk your dogs when you’re away.

And that’s upsetting for rigid folks, because if they can’t tell who is a bad, bad person whose soul is even now crushed in the hands of Mephistopheles, then they can’t keep themselves isolated from the evil. Then their own daughter might go in for naked pictures, and even (*shhh! don’t let anybody get the wind of it*) even they themselves could be driven to temptation.

Can’t have that. No-no-no.

Bear in mind, munchkins, that I’m not writing off every person who is ever surprised with my choice of profession, or is shocked with how little warning my character and appearance give about what I do. We all have boundaries. When we come across something alien, it can be scary. We can accept it, or reject it, or come to realise that while we reject it, there are people who accept it. I have some friends (and that’s scene friends, kinky people all of them) who were shocked into long silence by my casual mentions of my work; but they chose to become used to the strangeness of it; thus, we could remain friends.

Yet, a person who maintains that they will _only_ know me because I’m “not a typical” spanking model… Guess what I’d like them to do with their compliments.