I’m NSFW. You’re NSFW. Our innermost thoughts and feelings are certainly NSFW. More and more, it feels like our ability to reason is NSFW, too. And what else? Creativity, for instance? The asking of questions? Pride in oneself as a unique individual, rather than just an obedient cog in somebody’s massive machine? Outlawing sex is bad enough without outlawing human substance and variety. What the hell does NSFW mean anymore, except as a dated concept to be challenged and dashed against walls?