Please enforce clear and rigid separation between your normal pornography and the fucked up shit.
I recently visited your fine country, and before long found myself in an adult comics store in Akihabara. There, I browsed through the store's wide and varied merchandise, admiring the fine quality of the adult entertainment in your country.
Until suddenly, I picked up what looked to be a perfectly innocent hentai manga. Only to notice the picture on the cover was that of a crying woman clutching her still bleeding chest as her freshly disembodied tits lay idly on the ground.
WHAT. THE. FUCK.
WHAT. THE. BLEEDING. FUCK!?
Now I understand people have all sorts of fucked up fetishes. I for one, masturbate to old re-runs of the West Wing. But that doesn't mean everyone else has to see what kind of messed up shit gets you off!
While exploring Akiba, I came across a store that according to my Japanese friend who was with me at the time, catered specifically to people with a muscle fetish.
Please take a page out of that store's book, and get specialised stores for all the wacked out shit people get aroused by.
When I browse through porn, I want to get a boner, not a permenant mental scar.
So please Japan, let's see two seperate stores for different kinds of pornography, one that caters to good, wholesome, family-friendly porn, and another that can also double up as a gas chamber.
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