Whenever I mention my occupation to a non-wired person, it seems to generate same response:"Isn't there an awful lot of porn on net?"
The question floats toward me like a smoke ring and forms a halo around my face, framing me as a pornographer, nymphomaniac, and all-round corrupter of innocence.
I expect that from my mother, but it's not public image I strive to cultivate. I never have a good response ready.
"Hmmm," I nod coquettishly, "I'll have to look into that."
The subtext of my vapid reply could be "Yes, internet is a modern-day Gomorrah and I'm in it up to my quivering loins," or, "I really haven't heard that, but I'm so pathetically hard-up that I'm gonna race right home and look."
Neither is what I mean to convey, but truth is probably just as perverse...
I've never really looked into sex on net.
I always plan to, but I never do. I think I've always been very nervous about what I might find. Who knows? Maybe I myself would become corrupted - lured into nether regions of psycho-sexual depravity and cyber-sensual abandon... never, perhaps, to return.
(I shudder at thought. Several times.)
Well, that sort of cloistered naiveté is fine when you're just peddling software and minding your own business, but now that I'm prancing around like an e-marketing guru, I no longer have luxury of ignoring so large and infamous a part of our venue.
THE DARING SEXPLORATIONS OF LINDA COX!
I have shifted into my Lara Croft/Wonder Woman Intrepid Female Explorer persona and I am now going to begin my Conradian trek into internet's dark interior.
Wish me luck. Here goes...
Okay, I'm back. Thanks for waiting. I'm prepared to report now.
Yep, it seems that there IS some sexual content on internet. (Drink, please.) Rather a lot, in fact. (Make it a double.) Funny I never noticed before. (Is it warm in here?) Actually, it's amazing there's room for anything else. (WHERE'S THAT FREAKIN' DRINK!?)