Thursday, May 28, 2009

A Manifesto of Sorts

Dildos! Always dildos! Why?


Quite frankly, I have no desire to see pictures of real penises, so why do I want to look at a substitute? I have one, you see! And sample this tantalizing copy: "Stella shows us how hot Winx sex can get, using one of her many dildos to drill her wet clam on her bed, while she fantasizes about having a wild gangbang lesbian orgy with the rest of her sisters and the Trix! Now that’s something we’d all love to see!"

What!? "Drill her wet clam?" Seriously? Okay, I can feel the uncontrollable urge to pay for your site rising up from deep within me! I am a slave to my instinctive urge to fumble for a credit card!

That's the problem, you know. It's money. "Interest," as the founding fathers called it. The urge to survive and to thrive. Stinky ol' greed.

Porn is ridiculous fake sex because capitalism is about man's (and woman's too, especially the more feminism earns women access to the same level of degradation as men) relationship to things, not to other people. Substitutes are offered for even the most basic and freely-accessed life experiences, forcing pilgrimages to malls that raise profits for all, or at least for a very small minority. Porn is a product.

So here and now, for the sake of my soul, at least part of which resides in my nuts, I announce my rejection of the porn fakeness!

Dildos: Nope, sorry! I won't buy photos of manufactured objects. That's doubly fake.

Silicon Implants: Evil evil evil evil evil. Any man who finds himself looking upon absurdly buoyant spheres with longing could masturbate while browsing a geometry textbook. Desiring such distortion, such brutal mutilation of natural female beauty, costs a man his soul. Breasts hang, folks, and the only problem is that you expect something else!

Lesbians: This one I can respect just a bit, as an interesting outcome of the idealization of sex, but I would definitely never endorse it. Pictures of women staring at the camera and hanging their tongues out as if they were ever going to lick anything pretty much exemplify the silliness of porn "lesbians." All the woodenness of a Mapplethorpe bondage picture with none of the art! I guess if we have alcohol-free beer and caffeine-free coffee...

My sister is a lesbian, and if I ever see her in any situation anything like the ones I've seen in porn I think I'll be an unhappy person. It may do some other men, the ones lost in the fake, commercial space of porn, some good to see the real thing though!

Money Shots: Do I have to say anything about the name? There's nothing inherently erotic about watching a man ejaculate, and particularly not when he aims his stuff at parts of a woman's body. These shots grew out of the development of porn, for the benefit of audiences bored of tedious, softcore bump-and-grind, where sometimes a limp, uninspired penis accidentally flashes into view.

And how, exactly, is it exciting to make a mess of a woman? The guy stops having sex and masturbates on her. Is he so absorbed in his own masturbatory world that this is the only way he can finish? Is she expected to lie there until the sticky stuff hardens on her, or is she supposed to go shower? Maybe it's trick to get her to leave so he can turn on the TV and avoid after-sex cuddling. Any way you look at it, it's pretty anti-erotic!

The Language: My fellow men, do you really get excited when a woman who is obviously not is called a whore? I find pictures of a sweet, middle-aged housewife, and she's called a "whore who can't get enough" or something equally preposterous. And she probably has a dildo too. Does all the silly slang drive you wild? Are you so angry at women that you need to hear her described so crudely? Would "look at this pretty girl" not do it for you? I... I just don't know what to say. Your language shapes the contents of your heart.

What the...?!: Okay, I've mentioned the ever-irritating dildo surprise. Now how about "white girls fucked mercilessly by two huge black cocks." WHAT? Who thinks about things like that? Is it delightfully shocking for members of different groups to have sex? And "shemales!" Ack! It's fine for people born that way, but why would I seek out pictures? I hope those who find hermaphrodites exciting find and marry them, and they have nice lives together. But I just don't fantasize about women with dicks. And people smeared with poop. And on and on.

What it comes down to is that real sex is much better than all this. The more extreme your fantasies get, the deeper you're falling into the porno abyss, and the more you depend on them to get excited. This makes you a lousy lover. Good lovers are deeply engaged in the immediate experience of sex. Adding role playing and all is just an enhancement, and if it becomes a desperate need, you need to get yourself into the world around you a little more.

There. It's negative, but it's something like a manifesto. Or not.

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