Why I Like Porn

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Hello, perverts. Thank you for joining me once again as I explore the disturbing landscape of my own mind, where supermodels scream bad words during sex, every girl likes to have her nipples sucked, and Jennifer Garner is not as annoying in real life as she seems.

Tonight, I’ll be discussing one of my favorite topics.

Porn.

For just a moment, say the word with me. “Porn.” It doesn’t sound like the vulgar object of scorn and criticism it’s been for the last five decades. No, it sounds more like the name of a flower, or a type of harmless woodland creature. “Look honey, a nest of porn. They seem so peaceful and sweet. Do you think they’ll bite if I offer them food? Let’s see.”

As I type this, my television displays an image of a boy and girl in bed, fucking each other stupid. The girl is on her back with her head propped up by pillows, while the boy (ahem, old dude with hair plugs) impales her repeatedly with a terrifying nine-inch penis that’s thicker than some cantaloupes I’ve seen. Oh, wait a minute, is that a close-up shot of the beast grinding its way deep between the girl’s burning red meat lips? It’s ain’t “The Jefferson Family Reunion,” I can tell you that.

Look what I found, sitting behind you. You have porn. Yes, you. No, not your roommate, YOU. If you watch it, repeatedly, compulsively, then no matter who paid for it or picked the hiding place, it’s YOUR PORN.

It’s on your computer, hidden in little byte-sized nuggets even after you push that button Gates gave you that “cleans up” the disk. It’s on a CD you hide in the same case as a Beach Boys album you never listen to, and which your boyfriend won’t ever select, either. It’s under your mattress, in your video cabinet, behind the toilet, carefully folded inside some old textbooks on the shelf.

For others, your porn sits in a box in a dumpster, a box of fifteen tapes you drove to Texas to purchase, only to rid yourself of in a moment of angst. How can you be a good person and watch that filth? How can you need to watch strangers fuck when you have a beautiful girl at home, who loves you and wants you to get rid of that? What if your mom finds out, or your Sunday school teacher?

You’re probably expecting me to tell you that we live in an age of enlightenment and sexual liberation, and that all those psychotic moral conservatives should stop indoctrinating kids with the idea that their bodies are sinful and should never be touched in any way. I bet you have two distinct sets of friends yourself, one consisting of professional types (probably at your workplace) who would certainly turn theirs noses up if they ever found out you downloaded the “red” version of the “American Pie” trailer at work, while your second set of friends shows up at work without bras, ranting about how the radical right wants nothing more than a legion of mindless zombies who will agree that the world is a sinful place and will you please send your check right away? Setting the issue of porn aside for a moment, the left will tell you they believe you have the right to do what you want as long as it doesn’t hurt anybody.

Well, I have news for you. We do NOT live in an age of enlightenment. People are more ignorant than ever before. The cavemen knew what they had to do, and they did it; we’ve devolved ever since. Free sex destroys healthy relationships, breaks families apart, and exacerbates the exploitation of women and men who see no alternative but to trade their broken lives in for some X-rated screen time and a few fast bucks.

But I love porn.

If I believe it’s bad for me, why do I watch it? Because I’m damaged goods. My mind is rotted out by the pussy candy. Seriously, I’ve had enough sex to kill a German army platoon. What’s to go back to? Virginity? Bring on the filthy images, the gay/lesbian sex, the painful positions, the naked group sex and the staged romantic encounters where the girl really has it coming.

Alright, alright, you can tell I’m on the fence as far as how I feel about this. But I’m NOT on the fence about whether I’m GOING to watch porn or not. I’m addicted, and I like it.

And so do you.

You LOVE watching people have sex, with the ability to fast-forward to the good parts, and rewind back to them over and over. That moment when the boy comes in the girl’s hair? YOU LOVE IT. You really do, you love it.

I can’t tell you the right or the wrong. All I can tell you is why I got hooked, and why I plan on staying hooked. It’s fun! Porn brings together all my favorite things: Imagining things, voyeurism, role-playing, masturbation, orgasms, and a little quiet time without the phone ringing. I wish I could find a way to eat Krispy Kreme donuts at the same time without distracting from the arousing porn, but until then, porn has just about all the stuff I like.

Look at you, sitting there, judging me. You don’t even mean to do it. Hell, didn’t you make a conscious decision to visit a porn site and read stories about people having random, guilt-free, illegal sex with each other? But you can’t help it! I’m still talking to the liberals, believe it or not. You’ve built up this system in your mind that says sex is wrong. I mean, FUCK, you’ll share your sexual exploits with anyone who asks, but when they start to talk about porn, you automatically (I use that word carefully) start saying how you don’t have any need for porn, don’t own any (or, if you do, don’t frequently use it) and don’t approve of those who do (or at least you implied it with your tone). Perhaps you even think it’s true, to some degree; now that you’ve shot your mouth off to your friends about how you’ll never be a porn addict, it’s best to leave that stuff under the bed.

Liberals think they’re so enlightened about sex, but why do you hate porn? It’s fun! Everyone loves it! It doesn’t hurt anyone, or at least no one who isn’t a willing participant.

One of you, just one of you reading this article, has never purchased porn, nor do you have any friends who have porn (or would admit it to you), nor have you ever considered allowing porn into your line of vision. What you don’t know is this: You’re already halfway there.

Society is filled with porn – from television ads for water parks to whatever role Halle Berry won her last Oscar for to the beer billboard you stare at just a little too long on your way to work. Again, one of the defining characteristics of porn is that everyone involved with it is a willing participant, and no one really gets hurt. You want beer, that girl in the sports bra convinces you to buy the beer, everyone’s happy.

So why not admit that you masturbate daily, or would if you had the privacy, and go get yourself an actual videocassette of two people having sex? Watch it as often as you like. Play with yourself as you watch it, and have many orgasms because of it. They make porn on DVD now, you know.

When I masturbate to porn, I like to imagine one of two things – either I’m the guy fucking the beautiful girl, or I’m the girl, getting turned on by being fucked. These are the two things I think in the bedroom, as well – when I’m with a girl, the thing that arouses me isn’t what she’s doing to me, but what she’s doing to herself, how she’s enjoying the experience, how she wants more and more.

I can see right through you, you know. All of you. The prudes, trying to find the courage to go buy porn and watch it, thrilled a little by the prospect of getting caught although you’d die if you ever did. And sitting next to them, the liberals, lofty in your bourgeois tower, secretly wishing you could turn off your social façade and enjoy some porn of your own. And everyone in-between, who has porn but feels guilty about enjoying it.

If porn is wrong, and it might be, then you have a good reason to feel guilty. “Wrong” could mean that it distracts you from the other worthy pursuits of life, or it could mean it’s a moral sin. Either way, guilt doesn’t help you achieve any of those other worthy pursuits, and you’re gonna keep watching porn, so why not decide to keep watching and not feel guilty about it?

Right about now, the kids in front of me on the TV are finishing up, with the girl leaning her sweaty neck back so her boyfriend (neighbor? I forget) can come on her face. I’m going to rewind it, and beat off hard. It’s a better use of my time than breaking some girl’s heart with a dishonest one-night stand. It’s a superior alternative to adultery, to rape, to pregnancy, to disease. Pop in some porn and feel good, no matter how shitty your day was or how shitty people treated you. You do so much to make everyone happy, and they repay you by telling you the thing you want to do by yourself is a bad thing? Fuck them! Go watch some porn!

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AnonymousAnonymous9 months ago

I’m one of the few who actually admit to watching porn. I don’t even stop masturbating when my wife walks in on me. If she hadn’t stopped wanting to have sex I wouldn’t have to masturbate.

Of course if my urologist hadn’t tested me for testosterone & prescribed a gel supplement I’d probably have gone on like the last 20 years ignoring sex.

Now I use sites like Literotica and xhampster to masterbate to. I occasionally use a paid site but not often enough for her to bitch about.

Of course if she did she’d have to talk about her lack of desire to meet my needs. Maybe should spend more just to see how she’d handle it.

Bill S.

AnonymousAnonymousabout 11 years ago
Fun!

Interesting point about the way the word porn sounds! Here are some other words that I think work inserted into the same blank!

“Look honey, a nest of cancer. They seem so peaceful and sweet. Do you think they’ll bite if I offer them food? Let’s see.”

“Look honey, a nest of genocide. They seem so peaceful and sweet. Do you think they’ll bite if I offer them food? Let’s see.”

“Look honey, a nest of rape. They seem so peaceful and sweet. Do you think they’ll bite if I offer them food? Let’s see.”

“Look honey, a nest of hundreds of years of male hegemony. They seem so peaceful and sweet. Do you think they’ll bite if I offer them food? Let’s see.”

AnonymousAnonymousabout 11 years ago
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I first encountered pornography while baby sitting before I even had a permit to drive a car. It didn't turn me on but I kept going back to it. I knew it wasn't good when I turned down opportunities to go out with my friends because I hoped I would be called upon to babysit. I loved it when men wanted to show me their hard cocks and then asked me to remove my shirt and my bra so they could see my tits. I would often justify my compliance by telling myself that is all I would show them. It never was. If I felt guilty, I used the images of the pictures and videos and the stories I had read to assure me that there was no reason to feel guilty for having a good time doing what everybody was doing. Interesting. You got me thinking. I think that is a good sign of good prose.

AavidAavidover 11 years ago
Empowering! Liberating! Truth!

Many thanks for this broadside!

My personal journey through porn began way back to 16 mm film, big wheels of film tape that would inevitably break and out comes the Scotch tape. I got to enjoy the budding, the sprouting, the blossoming and the ultimate deflowering of The Golden Age of Porn, beginning with 35 mm movies starting Seka, Annette Haven, Marilyn Chambers, Juliet Anderson, Ginger Lynn, Traci Lords, Tiffany Clark and all those marvelous maidens of delicious depravity, cavorting on your own personal television on video!

All the way to today's phantasmagoria of pornographic pleasures at my fingertips. Yes! What a world we live in! I love it!

It's amazing to see how prolific porn has become, it's amazing to all these beautiful young video virgins giving their all for our personal enjoyment! I say Thank You Very Much!

The truth is girls love to suck cock and take it up the ass...it makes them feel totally loved when they're fucked all over and the muscle memory of being stretched and pounded by a huge black cock lingers, as does the recollection of the complete surrender to the massive multiple orgasms, crying and laughing uncontrollably, screaming "don't stop, don't stop, don' fucking stop!"

Every man needs to be reminded sometimes that his role is to fuck that pussy regularly. Piece in the bedroom, brings peace in the world.

AnonymousAnonymousabout 15 years ago
Very thoughtful

Love it!

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