145 – OLD LEATHER PUSSY 6

“It’s a fascinating perspective,” said Lance. “Ugliness is a disability in this world.”

“Yes, that’s what I thought, the first time I read it. It’s funny, because I was well aware of the fact that there is power in beauty, but had never given much consideration to the plight of the, how did she put it, the unsightly.”

“You’ve used the power of your beauty to help you achieve what you’ve achieved. No one will deny your talents, but would you have been half as successful if you had been born unsightly, or been the victim of an acid attack, or a car crash that disfigured you?”

Laughing, Madonna answered, “Don’t kid yourself, kid; there are legions of people who hold it to be true that I am a talentless whore, who sucked a mile of cock to get where I am. If it were true that I sucked a mile of cock to help me get where I am, which I will neither confirm, nor deny, I would not have gotten half as far as I have if I were ugly. Simply put, people would rather have sex with beautiful people.”

“Most people, or all people?”

“Good point. There are people who are sexually attracted all sorts of things. Henry Kissinger once quipped that power is the ultimate aphrodisiac. And there’s truth to it, because I may have fucked that ugly Nazi’s lights out, even when I was young and trading at peak bombshell.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Did I say I didn’t?”

Lance rewound the tape in his head, grinned, and said, “No, you did not. You said you may have, not you would have. Very clever word choice,” the writer said, admiringly.

Because the boy is a wordsmith, a highly intelligent one, a highly intelligent wordsmith, whose body and mind were driven, largely, by sex hormones, Madonna figured she’d better back off on all the smarty-smart wordplay, before they both started getting hot and bothered, so she shifted the topic of conversation.“It’s a prejudice that comes naturally to all but the blind.”

“So, the blind are the best judges of inner beauty.”

“One would think so. Logic would dictate, so long as they are not intellectually or spiritually twisted. People equate beauty with good, and ugly with bad.”

Lance thought some, then said, “I have to assume, since this is a natural prejudice, that discriminating against the ugly has been going on as long as humans have existed. Yet even in this day and age, you don’t see ugly people demanding an end to the injustices they surely suffer, every day of their lives.”

“It’s true, even though it has its own ism; lookism. Once upon a time, in America, up until the 70s, the 1970s, it was actually illegal in some cities for the hideously ugly to go out in public. Ugly laws. There were exceptions, for circuses and scientific presentations. But, so far as I know, there has never been an organized revolt of the unsightly.”

“It would be an amazing movement,” said the easy on the eye boy. “Can you imagine millions of ugly people rising up, taking to the streets, the airwaves, and the Internet, to demand an end to their suffering?”

The socio-political satirist loved the idea, and ran with it, “They could threaten to start having sex in public! The trials would be a riot! The courts filled with ugly people on trial for fucking in the streets. Ugly people in the courtroom removing articles of clothing every time the prosecuting attorney opens his mouth. The judge banging his gavel and demanding, ‘Order in the courtroom!’. But the uglies refusing to obey the order, and even escalating, until they start fucking rigt there, and screaming, ‘We’re just gonna keep fucking, until you get it. We’re gonna keep having ugly sex, and making children, and train them to revolt, until this tyranny ends!’”

Wildly amused, Madge laughed, “Hilarious! It sounds like a Kornbluth story.”

“Kornbluth?”

“Oh, dear boy, you don’t know CM Kornbluth?”

“Nyet. Who be who?”

“Only the greatest, the funniest sci-fi writer ever. Long before your time. Before my time, even.”

“Excellent! Thanks, I’ll look him up.”

Madonna brought the conversation back from the gaffawing forest. “I read about a study, once, which showed that workers in orphanages favoured pretty kids over the less fortunate. And, obviously pretty children had much better chances of being adopted than ugly kids.”

“That’s easy to believe. And it makes for an interesting story premise. A future world, where children are confiscated by the state, at birth. Not all of them, of course, but enough for an experiment. The parents are given a lot of money to participate. After a couple years, when it is fairly clear if the kids are gonna have songs written about them, or are gonna have stones hurled at them,  the parents come to collect them. But they are not told which is their child. They can be told, they can even have DNA tested rigt on the spot, or they can pick any kid they want.”

“Wild idea!” said the mother in the room. “The parents would have to draw straws to see who goes first, because all the beauties would get snatched up rigt from the get go. Even the ugly parents, who would surely know that the pretty baby they have their eyes on belongs to one of the pretty couples behind them in the queue, would pick the beauties, rather than submitt to DNA testing.”

“It’s such a deeply ingrained prejudice in all of us, even the ugly people. They’d rather fuck beautiful people.”

“My God, it’s an industry. A multi-multi billion dollar industry. This will make you beautiful! That will make you beautiful. No one anywhere ever says there’s nothing wrong with being ugly. Sure, we all hear that beauty is only skin deep, but everyone wants to be physically attractive.”

The wordsmith said, “You never hear the word ugly being used in a good way. Bad can be good. Wicked can be good. But ugly is never beautiful. Ugly is never good.”

“And the funniest thing is that, if we live long enough, we all end up ugly in the end. It’s almost as if it’s some kind of trick. It takes most of us our entire lives to understand that ugly ain’t ugly, to understand that what we have always been told, namely that beauty is only skin deep, is true. Deep inside us, we know that to be true, all along, yet there is something else deep inside us that demands that beauty is important. And it’s not limited to people. Ugly art and architecture, even ugly animals are eschewed, even though it’s all subjective. But, when it comes back to people, this prejudice is destroying the world we live in.”

146 – GABBA GABBA GOTCHA 6

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