DemonKia
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Joined: 10/13/2007 From: Chico, Nor-Cali Status: offline
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Okay. I'm gonna lead with this approach, tho' I have additional thoughts on the matter. I'm an enormous consumer of sexual material -- for a grrl . . . . . lol . ... Always have been. Read & looked my way thru stacks of Playboy, Hustler, Penthouse, Cheri, Oui, & so on & so forth . . . . . . Watched plenty of all kinds of video . . . .. & from that perspective I'll chime in with the following: - I like gay men. I like to watch men kiss, & otherwise fool around. I think a significant chunk of what's wrong with this world is men & their issues around loving other men (yeah, duly noted, I'm a sexist pig), & men loving on other men gives me hope. In addition to just bein' plain out hot. - I almost invariably hate hate hate whatever words & sounds are coming out of the mouths of the 'mainstream' porn sources . . . . . Stupidity is (mostly) a huge turn-off for me, & bad cinema is not conducive to my horniness, either . ... . 'Mainstream' porn is so cinematically execrable that it really makes me wish they'd just throw caution to the wind & start making Python-esque comedic porn, use those wooden acting talents for to make us the viewers laugh . . . . . So, instead I usually turn the sound-track off & put some music on . . . . Especially if I'm actually pursuing 'creating a hornalicious mood in myself' as a goal of watching porn . . . . . . . (I suspect some out there might be saying, is there another reason to watch porn . . . . . . Hehehehe) Follows is an essay I've been slowly developing on the only kinda porn that really gets me going these days . ... . Me-Porn I have to admit that I spend a lot of time looking at my own pics & profile, re-reading my own journal entries, engaging in profligate self-love sessions. We’ve come up with a name for it at Grrly-HQ, we call it ‘Me-Porn’. I like to think I started it. I had to do something to fix my broken relationship with my own body. & being an artsy-fartsy type in possession of an itsy-bitsy webcam pre-installed in a new computer, it was only natural to start taking photos. I come from photographers. So, I took nekkid pics of myself. Lots & lots. Nearly a year later & I had 1500 nekkid pics of myself, a number of them certifiably obscene, I’m sure. Working on 3 years later here in the spring of 2009 & there are at least 4,000 naughty to wild pics on my computer, either taken with my own hand or with me as a subject or both. & some are so striking to my eye that they can stop me in my tracks. I love the ability to objectify my body, to break it into pieces & have some detachment thereby. Plus, there’s all these things that can be done to the photos, playing with them digitally until they become like paintings, or are rendered more or less ‘real’ in some sense or another. To process the photo & turn it into something that resembles an engraving or a watercolor, this gives me pleasure . . . . . . . & in so doing I have me some new eyes. Even the face pics become me-porn to the degree that I find & fall in love with photos of my face . . . . . & what makes it me-porn is that the ‘me’ in the equation spends hours looking at these pics, puts them on as screen-savers, is drawn compulsively back to look at the pics again. Me-porn incites me-lust, which is probably a good thing, & me-love, which undoubtedly is a good thing . . . . . . . & me-porn is only most obvious in its pictorial form. I was more acquainted with the love of my own words (obviously!), had some practice at the exercise of appreciation towards every little thing I’ve ever written . . . . . So. Now you know. Me-porn. Make good use of it.
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Snarko ergo sum. The Verbossinator
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