A few weeks ago, my husband Charlie picked up a Roku box. This is a device you connect to your TV that gives you access to online TV programming (some free, some not). It's a cool device. It's very techy. It suits my husband to a T. Personally, I didn't see the need, but, eh, whatever.
Like any man with a new toy, he insisted that I take a look at it with him...right before we were going to sleep. (sigh) LOL I was tired. I wasn't really interested. I just wanted to go to sleep, but I didn't.
Instead, he starts flipping through the channels as I lay there yearning for sleep. (He's excited, and I don't want to rain on his parade.) There are easily a hundred "stations." Many "stations" contains several channels within it. It's almost overwhelming there is so much choice. Most likely, this will one day be how you watch TV.
So, we are flipping through the stations and run across porn. (Of course, what would access to the Internet be without porn?) It is free. I haven't watched porn in 20 years, and then I only saw one movie for about 15 minutes, or less. And, as you could probably guess, it doesn't do much for me. LOL But, since it had been such a long time, I stupidly told Charlie, "Sure, let's check it out. Perhaps it's not as bad as I remember it to be."
It's worse. It's so far beyond worse than I remember that I am shocked that I didn't remember just how bad it was. Or maybe not. Maybe I had, after 20 years, managed to wipe the images from my mind. I hope it doesn't take another 20 this time around.
Now, mind you, I am not a prude. I publish erotica. I don't have any issues with sex whatsoever, except that I think the US is too uptight about it, but that's another post. I don't have problems with people having sex because they feel like it. They don't have to be married. As long as both are consenting adults, alive, and human (as in not animal--ETs are a different story, although I imagine that would be weird. Not that I've ever encountered one, but I'm just saying.), I really don't care one way or the other.
Then why do I have an issue with porn? They are consenting adults (at least the ones I saw). They are human and alive. So what's my problem? Hm...
Perhaps it's the total lack of lust involved. Or maybe it's the no-hair-anywhere syndrome. (That, in and of itself, disgusts me. I like hair. It's supposed to be there.) Or maybe it's that the sex goes on and on and on and on and on, and it's all faked excitement. Or it could be that the man, to keep going, has to beat his dick on the woman to get it hard again. Or that, in order to make the woman wet, the guy will spit in her. Spit in her. (Ew! Ew! Ew!) As Charlie so eloquently put it: "It's just bodily fluids, Marci."
Yeah, well, uh, well, hm... (g) That may be true, but, um, yeah. Let's just say it doesn't do it for me...at all!
I looked at Charlie and asked, "How can anyone find this remotely titillating?"
"Marce, it's to get off quick. You've read too many romance novels."
"Hm... Yeah, I don't think that's the only reason. It just doesn't do it for me. No wonder it's been 20 years."
And now I must wipe the images from my mind once again. (sigh)