When I was younger, I spent a year in a mid-Western town in the US. Its claim to fame – other than being cheerleader central – was that the KKK were as active as the local Baptists. They also happened to have a XXX-rated drive in. Yep, no kidding. They liked abbreviations with three consonants! You could see the screen from miles away… Well, it was flat and there were loads of corn fields….but still. Personally, I never got the appeal of driving down the road to watch silent movies! I also never could reconcile the hypocrisy – god fearing by day, deeply disturbed by night. You get the picture…
I must admit, I struggle with pornography. I think it exploits the weak…and the weakness in others. It’s one thing to explore when you are an hormonal adolescent male, quite another when you are a grown man. In an internet age, it is on-line and on-demand. It’s in your face and up for grabs.Travel on business today and most hotels will offer you a selection of ‘adult’ movies, which aren’t itemised on your hotel bill. It gives men unrealistic expectations, and puts additional pressure on women. Surely the Hollywood wax was not invented until some male director thought it made for better viewing on camera? And as for those terminally pert, pneumatic boobs..not to mention male enhancements? Ouch!
I am not a Puritan. Nor am I anti-eroticism. I’ve done my fair share of wild living. And I recognise pornography is nothing new. Netsuke sculptures from Japan, the Kama Sutra from India, Victorian postcards. Human sexuality is part of society. And for some people, watching it is a turn-on. I get that. We are all consenting adults and for the most part are allowed our peccadillos…as long as they don’t involve children or animals!. Nevertheless, for me it’s a bit like sailing – I’d rather be doing it than watching other people do it! And my ‘turn on’ is definitely cerebral – to get into my knickers, you have to access my mind first!
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