You show me yet another clip of some hapless losers fucking and pass it off as transgressive. It’s about as transgressive as dogs mating. Less so. This endless repetition of some stylized version of what every adult in the world knows how to do without even being taught.
I’m with the censors. Ban it all: for boring me to death, for passing off yet another set of interacting genitals as some special event, for selling brainless drive as spectacle.
Sacks of dressed meat, humping, leaking, squealing in a banal parody of passion. Hollow tubes of skin to crawl into. Blind cocks and semen-daubed women artfully feigning some psychotic ecstasy at being sprayed on. What a fucking carnival of absurdity.
Your hard cock doesn’t interest me. Your leaking cunt doesn’t interest me. Your ejaculations, your gaping orifices, your overacted orgasms.
If it doesn’t hurt. If it doesn’t strip you bare to the core. If it doesn’t confront the part you most fear… I’m just not interested.
Anything else is just a baby-making misfire.
Hello my erotic princess, who I have devoted many dog-eared nights to – in that anthology I picked up perhaps? Ok it’s clear I’m bullshitting here, but I want you to look at me, without looking at me. Let me hypnotize you into looking away. Look away from me. I did not just say dog. I did not say “dog”. Ruff, ruff! You like nature documentaries, don’t ya girl! They’re as exciting as they come. There may be no erotica out there but there’s plenty of danger. The kid who masturbated at home had to go out some time, but he bid his time on your delightfully designed blog. I am very charmed
– THE DEVIL
2008.
I love your stance. Thank you.
If it doesn’t do these things, then it isn’t interesting. I agree absolutely, which has made me socially unacceptable at times. The “it” that hurts, strips bare and confronts the most fearful parts, however, must vary from one to another, person and culture. At some point it is not erotic but repulsive – another whole level of exploration. He he.
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The line between erotic and repulsive is a pretty fine one.
I think people like porn because it’s repulsive, not because it’s unpredictable. The ad nauseum repetition of the cycle is something that’s very connected to practices of mood enhancement in meditative techniques. Sort of like going back and forth from the state of abjection and the state of bliss until you reach the point where you’re crying and laughing at the same time.
I aimed to write about the materiality of addiction in a porno production unit in the following story. If anyone wants to give it a look, please drop a comment or two! thanks:
http://newvillages.tumblr.com/post/56594409398/roman-precoce
Yeah – far too often I agree wholeheartedly with this. At least surprise me!