Pornography.
It might seem rather odd at first that I am not keen on pornography. My reasons may not be what you imagine. For me, it is all about real sex – not performance acting so it galls me when clients come knocking imagining they will enter a porn set. I am a real woman. I do not act – at all.
I used to watch Rocco Siffredi back in the day. I was enthralled by his animal magnetism. There was something raw about him. Interestingly, he recently appeared on some Netflix documentary. He was a little more weathered and a lot more jaded than I remembered him. Oh Rocco. That road he ran down got a little rougher as he went.
I can tell a lot about a man by the level of porn he watches, not to mention what he gravitates toward. It is worth having a discussion about. We have to remember that those who are appearing in porn are performers, actors – that is not real life. Real fucking is messy and breathless and all manner of things that porn isn’t.
Porn bores me. I would rather get inside your head, pull up a chair and see what’s really trapped there.
I feel that for those with limited experience, porn does give an added dimension of experience. I do watch porn, but most is artificial. I prefer to watch amateur stuff where the participants are genuinely into each other and have real feelings for each other. The professional stuff is just too slick and clearly to a standard checklist.
Sadly, there is a distinct gap between porn and real erotic movies where a real story is being enacted. That is where the written word encourages the theatre of the mind. Maybe erotic stuff is just too easily obtained nowadays. I recall inheriting a book that was my grandmother’s – Forever Amber. An absorbing read.
You’re right! The Other Woman – I remember that as being soooo erotic. Or back in the day when 9 1/2 Weeks came out – oh did that inspire many orgasms! 🙂 But of the future? I am thinking I would love to do a podcast. I am currently writing Finding Allessandra – I would love to do an audio version of it when it is complete.