From: acelightning <firstname.lastname@example.org> Newsgroups: talk.bizarre Subject: FTSD - a new form of porn Date: Wed, 01 Dec 1999 01:15:28 +0000 Organization: Monmouth Internet Lines: 53 Message-ID: <384476B0.DC70ABE5@monmouth.com> X-Mailer: Mozilla 4.7 [en] (Win95; I) X-Accept-Language: en "you've never seen anything like this before," his companion assured him, as the video screen in front of them lit up. he was eager to see what this newest form of pornography might be. at the touch of a button, an image flickered into existence on the screen. the woman was in her mid- twenties, average-looking, pale and a bit overweight, with stringy brown hair. she appeared to be dressed only in a beige slip, which ended above her knees as she sat perched on a plain wooden stool. she moved her knees farther apart, and the camera began to zoom in as she slowly pulled up the hem of her slip with her left hand, exposing her left thigh. now the view was filled with the soft, pallid flesh of her inner thigh. she stroked it with her left hand, as if smoothing the surface. her right hand came into view, with a small object concealed in it. her left hand smoothed the skin of her thigh again, and her right hand followed, stroking the skin with the object it held... it was a razor blade. it opened a neat, straight line in the doughy flesh, about as long as her thumb. for a moment, there was no blood; then, like an afterthought, bright, almost fake-looking red blood began to well up in the cut, until a trickle ran over the surface of her skin. her left hand dabbed at it gently with a tissue. she cut herself again. the blade sliced another precise line, parallel to the first one and about the same length. again, the pause before the cut flesh began to bleed. the camera switched for a moment to a view of her face. she wore an expression of intent, rapt concentration; the tip of her tongue showed slightly at the corner of her mouth, in the manner of a small child focusing on an exacting task. (he did not realize that he himself was sitting forward in his chair, breathing heavily, with open mouth and dilated pupils...) the camera switched back to the view of her hands on her thigh. she made another incision, in the same way as the first two. rivulets of blood were running down her leg, despite her attempts to keep it tidy. she paused, wiping away the blood, which returned as soon as she took the wad of tissues away. her right hand, with the razor blade, hesitated for a moment, as if she were making up her mind whether or not she wanted to continue. then, decisively, she slashed herself one more time. the final line was deeper and longer, and cut across the previous three. blood sprang up in the cut and trickled over her skin again, but this time she made no effort to clean herself up. the razor blade slipped from her fingers, and the screen faded to black. after a few moments of somewhat stunned silence, he remarked to his companion, "um. that was ...interesting. but you told me it was supposed to be a new form of porn. that's not exactly what i call porn..." the other replied, "then why did you come in your pants?"