Porn Stars and Sweet Home Alabama all summer long

why is it that when the press, or anyone for that matter refers to someone who is involved in the adult film industry, they are referred to as a porn star?

there is no other profession that just by being involved you are called a star.

i guess no one wants to be called a porn associate, or porn helper, or porn back up, or porn stand in, or porn bench sitter, or porn addicted, or porn ruined my marriage, or porn caused me to devalue women, or porn demeans sex and women and porn stars need Jesus. or porn sells more at religious conventions than any other, or how porn is killing pastors.

on another note...

i was listening to the radio the other day and heard a song by kid rock. All summer long.

the song is a walk down memory lane that lead me back home. it was like he was singing about my days as a kid in the south.

It was 1989, my thoughts were short my hair was long
Caught somewhere between a boy and man
She was seventeen and she was far from in-between
It was summertime in Northern Michigan

Ahh Ahh AhhAhh Ahh Ahh

Splashing through the sand bar
Talking by the campfire
It's the simple things in life, like when and where
We didn't have no internet
But man I never will forget
The way the moonlight shined upon her hair

[Chorus:]And we were trying different things
We were smoking funny things
Making love out by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Singing Sweet home Alabama all summer long
Singing Sweet home Alabama all summer long

Catching Walleye from the dock
Watching the waves roll off the rocks
She'll forever hold a spot inside my soul
We'd blister in the sun We couldn't wait for night to come
To hit that sand and play some rock and roll

NOw nothing seems as strange as when the leaves began to change Or how we thought those days would never end Sometimes I'll hear that song and I'll start to sing along And think man I'd love to see that girl again Kid Rock

so i am singing along, thinking back to the good ole days, drinking, getting high, having sex, and skipping school.

then it hit me.

there was nothing about those days that honored God, or me. i was selfish, pretty much a drunk and a dope head, disobeyed my parents and took advantage of girls who were created in Gods image.

it takes me back. but those days were neither innocent, nor were they good. i was a sinner and needed a saviour. thankfully he found me.

funny what music does to us. funny how we think innocence when sin seems fun.
funny how we think Grease was a family movie.
funny how Gun Smoke was an example of family values, when miss kitty was a pro in a saloon.
funny how porn decided the hd dvd and blue ray battle.
funny how we see things.

singing sweet home Alabama all summer long.