Getting My Mocks Off
This is my blog, and I can mock if I want to, mock if I want to.
I happen to enjoy porn. Sometimes I enjoy mocking porn more than I get off on it, but it's entertainment nevertheless. And it's entertainment I choose.
But others see porn as a reason to cry, it's their party and they'll
cry if they want to.
In
The Porn Myth, Naomi Wolf writes:
But the effect is not making men into raving beasts. On the contrary: The onslaught of porn is responsible for deadening male libido in relation to real women, and leading men to see fewer and fewer women as "porn-worthy." Far from having to fend off porn-crazed young men, young women are worrying that as mere flesh and blood, they can scarcely get, let alone hold, their attention.I say pish-posh.
Yeah, sure, if you look long & hard enough, you'll find enough short & limp cock to suit your thesis. But porn isn't really to blame here at all. It's not even the generic media, with it's consistant message of sex and related standards of sex appeal. To blame 'porn' or 'the media' is to act as if they are organisms unto themselves. Porn and Media are not 'institutions' bereft of any human souls -- they are 'institutions' made of human beings (and if they are truly 'soul-less' then they are made of millions of soul-less humans). Porn & Media are simply groups of people employed in a specific economic endeavor.
By virtue of being businesses, they do not - cannot - exist in a vacuum, for businesses without customers do not last. If no man is an island, no institution exists unto itself. Porn & Media wouldn't exist if no one bought their product because without customers, who would pay the 'soul-less' their wages?
Porn exists because people want it.
We want it to get off. We want it to get our partners off. We want it to mock. But we want it.
What people want isn't always good for them. They may partake of too much. Like those who ingest too much sugar, swill too much liquor, or spend too much at the poker table. You can hurt yourself with too much of a good thing. Hell, even too much exercise can kill ya. There are alcoholics, workaholics, and blogaholics. Virtually anything can become an addiction. Even not-eating, anorexia, is a
form of addiction in a way... Excess of anything isn't good. There are limits.
We don't limit the number of pies someone can order and eat -- or force folks to buy and eat pie. We don't do this because I can eat a lot more pie than you can, and not only not gain weight, but my cholesterol remains the same (yeah, I'm a bitch, aren't I). So we can't suppress pie consumption without oppressing people. Also, someone out there is allergic to pie, I just know it.
So, if we can't find the magic number of pies we must all consume, we can't put a limit on the number of pies we watch get pounded by cock.
The secret is diversification.
The wise investor never invests their entire savings in one company, no matter how much of a 'sure thing' it seems to be. You're not even to invest all in one area, say technology, for if that industry is hit, man, you're goin' down with it. You're to balance your portfolio like you're to balance your meals. Your portfolio must include a smattering of all the 'groups', including slow-growth stable things such as bonds -- like carrots on your dinner plate.
Porn, or rather sex, is the same way. You're not to build your entire life on a platform of porn. Healthy sexuality is about allowing yourself entertainment and pleasure, yes. But part of this is sex within the context of caring relationships -- you know, emotions, human connections. These are like the peas & carrots on your sex plate. Not to mention that with porn, you are literally missing the meat!
But if you aren't to exist sexually only on a diet of porn, neither are you to build your life on a foundation of fundamentalistic forbearance. If you personally are allergic to porn, I won't make you watch it. But you can't take away any of my pies, Boston Creme or Penile Cream Pie. Prohibiting porn, suppression, oppression, this, my friends, leads to repression -- or sexual rickets, if you will.
Remember, denial is a form of excess. And where there is excess, there is no balance.
And I don't know about you, but my sex requires balance.
