So some people see porn as violent and misogynistic. Some see it as relentlessly lurid. Some merely say it serves a practical purpose. Other worship it, collect it.
And with almost every single possibly sexual taste catered for, porn is now more than ever an open part of peoples lives, not just hidden away in sleazy theatres with back entrances.
Porn is everywhere, made for everyone.
And oddly enough, with more porn circulating than ever, you don't see much affection or compassion
What we see in contemporary porn is sex as work, a job (no pun intended), just like any other job. Something that is just done. No fucking emotion other than "fuckmefuckmefuckme ohhhh", and then it's done.
Now I know that romance based exists, but not so widely. Not that I want to watch some Mills & Boon porno (although with more women making porn for other women, it's out there), I'll stick to good old no nonsense, and preferably little dialogue fucking, but what happened to the beauty of sex?
Sex is probably the most beautiful in the history of ever, not including the Double Rainbow.
Whatever, the origins of porn represent sex completely differently. No brute fucking, but a beautiful question of pleasure.
The artistry of these first films lies in the variety of bodies on display, and the the realism. From the reactions to a phallus, to the genuine smiles and giggles. The "rules of porn" have not yet been made, and so it has a provocative anarchic feel to it all.
So I guess when I want to get off, I'll head back to your usual no-emotions hard fucking, but I can't help but wonder what other directions porn could have taken from it's earlier begins.
But I of course acknowledge it could never have stayed like this.
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