Sex Mix: I Want the Nymphet. The Fag-end
of Porn. Sperm Count. Girls Rouse Each
Other. Fucking Fantasy. In Praise of Porn.
Lesbian Orifices
Porn is stimulating. It reflects what society sees
as weird or forbidden, like tying up with a stranger,
making love in the open air, doing it with multiple
people at the same time, or other things that would
get them rejected by orthodox society.
I Want the Nymphet
Most of us would never dare risk such things
in real life. Pornography gives them an avenue
to do so with minimal risk
On the negative side, it can make the people
involved into objects and reinforce any notions
the viewer has about sex and relationships,
But so can traditional media, often in just
as an egregious fashion as porn, if not worse.
The Fag-End of Porn
Porn is a way of expressing your sexual desires
in a simple way. It allows people to explore
fantasies that are hard or impossible to experience
in reality. While most people prefer partner sex,
this takes a lot of work and people aren’t always up for that.
Sperm Count
Girls Rouse
Each Other
Fucking Fantasy
In Praise of Porn
Despite the angry cries against pornography,
men and women who view it have improved their sex
lives with better knowledge of techniques.
I reject prejudice against pornography. There’s this
idea that adult film on the internet desensitizes
an individual, making him a stranger to real human contact.
Watching pornography shouldn’t be interpreted as
a substitute backup pleasure. Instead, consider
watching porn an unique erotic experience which
has nothing to do with actual sex between people.
Perhaps the best way to describe what I mean is
with an example. One afternoon, I had energetic,
rough, totally satisfying sex. After my partner left,
I lay in bed, smiling, lazy, in pleasant reminiscence
of what had happened not more than an hour ago.
Pretty soon, I had another erection (thinking about
what we had done). I opened a browser on my computer.
I put porn into Google and clicked on an URL
A page opened. Little boxes displayed still
images of women and men blowing, fucking,
hitting, choking, spitting, wielding fascinating
instruments of purple, pink and green.
I opened a window that gave way to two women
inserting the ends of large plastic pipettes
into one another’s asses, squirting the liquid
out onto the other’s face.
One moaned surrender, while the other squirmed and
grunted with pleasure. I had never seen anything like
it before, and that strangeness alone was enough to make me come.
Thinking about this experience, I immediately realize
how it is absolutely nothing like the experience of having sex.
The two acts (masturbating with porn and sex)
bear little resemblance to one another aside
from the final moment when you climax.
When I have sex I thrust all of myself into the other person.
My total being focuses on overwhelming her, and vice versa.
In between us is a tension which our aggressive movements battle to relieve.
The ideal would be to merge with one another, obliterating
any and all distinction. When we climax, there is a moment
of bliss, Jouissance, in which we believe that ideal has been achieved.
We melt together. In time, lines are redrawn, and we’re
both once again ourselves. Calmer, happier, more assured,
versions of ourselves.
Watching pornography could not be more different.
Ideally, when I watch porn I want to lose myself,
surrendering to something that’s totally alien.
I don’t want to fuck someone until there’s no
difference between us. I find pleasure in giving
myself up to a grotesque machine, an electric spectacle.
What’s sexy is not the women and men that are filmed,
but the act of filming them, and all the perverse
little steps it takes for their gross image to appear
on my laptop. And all the peripheral dirt.
Getting off to pornography should involve no illusion.
When I watch it, I don’t try to imagine I’m doing anything else.
Instead, I aim to take the reality of what
I’m doing to its naughtiest extremes.
Swallowed by the fuck box, drowned
in the networking obscene.
Got Sex
on the Brain
Why is it that men can go from watching a slice-them-up scene
in Dexter to getting into bed and feeling instantly horny,
while women get into bed and start thinking about everything
from making the kids’ lunches to tomorrow’s work day?
Women access different parts of the brains for multitasking.
Men generally focus on one thing before moving on to the next,
Women need a transition time of about 10 to 30 minutes between
activities, so turn off the TV and take a sensual time-out
before you even hit the sack. A loving foot massage, or a warm,
inviting aromatherapy bath will do the trick.
The standard wisdom says a woman’s sexual cycle moves from
desire to arousal to orgasm. But new research suggests that
for women in long-term relationships, desire often comes
after arousal. So instead of using the headache excuse
be receptive to your lover’s touch.
Your brain will focus on any pleasure that is occurring and
increase blood flow to the area. Even if it’s just a quickie
and you don’t orgasm, sex bio-chemically releases endorphins,
the chemicals that get us revved up and make us want more sex.
You can even kick-start your own arousal to get yourself
in the mood. Tensing your PC muscles – the sling of muscles
supporting the pelvic floor and surrounding your genital
organs – stimulates the first part of the arousal process,