Porn
I hate porn.
There, I said it.
I have no time for it. I have no problem with people watching it or enjoying it, I just don't myself.
For a number of reasons;
a.) I just don't need to watch people having sex in order to get hot myself. My attractions and desires are strong enough and my imagination wild enough. I have a rich fantasy life which ranges from the cleanest, most romantic scenarios to the filthiest. I'll spare you the details (sorry) but let's just say that not one of those mentioned by Sass in her recent posting is foreign or unappealing to me. It's not that I don't like to watch people having sex; I do. Love it. Love a good sex scene (a good one), love a good voyeuristic perve on a bit of live action - it's all good. Just not porn.
I hate fake stuff!!!! Except a few of those fake colourings in cheezels and red liquorice. But fake people? Fake action? Yuk! Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit. Saw a live sex show in Amsterdam and it couldn't have been less sexy. Touching and panting and penetrating by numbers, all in time to music. Yeah, I saw cock in cunt and boob on boob but there was no feeling there. Who cares? It made me so angry that I found myself stomping through Amsterdam just wanting to fuck someone, the words "I'll show 'em how it's done!" tearing through my head. Nothing going on down there but - totally unaroused.
b.) It's never turned me on.
c.) I'm an actor and there's nothing less sexy than bad acting. I can't get into it when I'm laughing at them. I can't get past the "puh-leeease" factor.
I also think porn has a lot to answer for. Breast enlargements, Brazilian hair removal, Viagra (performance anxiety), the cum shot, to name a few. Oh, and that old general expectation that women are there to please and we love it. We love it all...(here I go again. Just see last blog). Let's encourage a few time worn portraits of women being mindless pussy.
I also think there would be a lot of better lovers out there if men (and women for that matter) were allowed to discover their own sexuality rather than have it dictated to them by the poor teacher that is the porn. There's nothing worse than finding yourself in bed with someone who's learnt the routine from porn - and expects the reciprocal porn star action from you. So bad.
Ironically Darcy is my porn star name. Darcy Beaconsfield to be precise. My first cat (yes, ok, pussy) and first street. (I discovered this some years ago and later realised that Moubray was infact my first street name but it just didn't have the same ring to it, so I stuck to Beaconsfield.)
It might appear that I am a little preoccupied with sex and all things sexy and sexist at the moment. I am. I'm doing a lot of research for this fucking play I'm doing later in the year (sorry Roguey), which may be an utter disaster. But these topics are an endless source of fascination for me anyway.
There, I said it.
I have no time for it. I have no problem with people watching it or enjoying it, I just don't myself.
For a number of reasons;
a.) I just don't need to watch people having sex in order to get hot myself. My attractions and desires are strong enough and my imagination wild enough. I have a rich fantasy life which ranges from the cleanest, most romantic scenarios to the filthiest. I'll spare you the details (sorry) but let's just say that not one of those mentioned by Sass in her recent posting is foreign or unappealing to me. It's not that I don't like to watch people having sex; I do. Love it. Love a good sex scene (a good one), love a good voyeuristic perve on a bit of live action - it's all good. Just not porn.
I hate fake stuff!!!! Except a few of those fake colourings in cheezels and red liquorice. But fake people? Fake action? Yuk! Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit. Saw a live sex show in Amsterdam and it couldn't have been less sexy. Touching and panting and penetrating by numbers, all in time to music. Yeah, I saw cock in cunt and boob on boob but there was no feeling there. Who cares? It made me so angry that I found myself stomping through Amsterdam just wanting to fuck someone, the words "I'll show 'em how it's done!" tearing through my head. Nothing going on down there but - totally unaroused.
b.) It's never turned me on.
c.) I'm an actor and there's nothing less sexy than bad acting. I can't get into it when I'm laughing at them. I can't get past the "puh-leeease" factor.
I also think porn has a lot to answer for. Breast enlargements, Brazilian hair removal, Viagra (performance anxiety), the cum shot, to name a few. Oh, and that old general expectation that women are there to please and we love it. We love it all...(here I go again. Just see last blog). Let's encourage a few time worn portraits of women being mindless pussy.
I also think there would be a lot of better lovers out there if men (and women for that matter) were allowed to discover their own sexuality rather than have it dictated to them by the poor teacher that is the porn. There's nothing worse than finding yourself in bed with someone who's learnt the routine from porn - and expects the reciprocal porn star action from you. So bad.
Ironically Darcy is my porn star name. Darcy Beaconsfield to be precise. My first cat (yes, ok, pussy) and first street. (I discovered this some years ago and later realised that Moubray was infact my first street name but it just didn't have the same ring to it, so I stuck to Beaconsfield.)
It might appear that I am a little preoccupied with sex and all things sexy and sexist at the moment. I am. I'm doing a lot of research for this fucking play I'm doing later in the year (sorry Roguey), which may be an utter disaster. But these topics are an endless source of fascination for me anyway.
posted by Darcy at 10:49 AM
5 Comments:
I envy your high-ground stance on these feminist issues.
I wish I was female so I wouldn't be driven purely and wholly by sex and pornography and other unacceptable social ills.
Alas - I am but a man, and therefore take no responsibility for my thoughts and actions and filth orientated compulsions. It is, unfortunately, beyond my mental and physical capabilities (as a member of a putrid and misguided gender) to even consider trying to quell my instincts. I apologise for this. So please know that I MUST love porn, and participate in the degregation of women because I am of that particular gender and know no better. It is beyond my capacity as a man to do anything more.
On the flipside -
Who am I to betray my gender and contribute to the creation of more metrosexual - uptight - poofy SNAGS?
I love women. Isn't that enough??
Don't put words in my mouth Roguey, or anything else for that matter. You're giving your insecurities away. There's nothing high ground about my own personal relationship with porn. Who said it was a social ill? Or that men were putrid or misguided? I didn't. Don't hate yourself. I love men.
What is a feminist anyway? I hate that word. Can't a woman make any observations these days? Is everyone perfect now? Not me.
Bite back little femmo. Bite.
Ps - I love your stuff. keep writin n shit. I like to be challenged... and tied up and stuff.
>There's nothing worse than finding yourself in bed with someone who's learnt the routine from porn - and expects the reciprocal porn star action from you. So bad.
this is the truest thing i have read in a long, looooooooooong time. i'm so sick of reading bullshit bravado and sexual aggrandizataion on the innernerd. me thinks that they who doth profess much action are probably not getting any.
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