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I have made a decision. I’m tired of writing about myself and my stories. I am tired of talking about my feelings. It’s really starting to bore me.
I want to write about something that interests me immensely. I want to write about porn. I don’t want to write porn — well, maybe now and then.
I want to analyze the porn. I want to talk about the elements that make up a scene. The positions, the images, the things the actors do – to themselves and each other – are all choices made by the porn artist. I want to understand those artistic choices.
Yes, I want to argue that pornography is an art. I want to prove it by analyzing the craft. What makes for good porn? What makes a bad one? Are there different genres? Can porn be funny? Some porn is disturbing. What does that say about us? What does porn say about our unconscious desires?
Kinsey spoke of what people actually practiced. He created real-life sexual portraits. Porn represents something else. Porn is our wish fulfilling dream. Understanding porn is vital to understanding human beings. I intend to prove that. Subscribe to this blog. See if I can do it.
– Tom Hardie, Porn Theorist
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for Lily Thai
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While browsing around pornhub.com, I came across an actress who looked exactly like the co-worker I flirt with. She wants to fuck me. She’s married. I’ve trying to fuck her. I don’t care about her marriage. She won’t cheat on hubby. Round and round it goes.
We make out in my office, a lot. She grabbed my cock in the lunchroom one morning. She just reached into my boxers and grabbed it. When will this be inside me? She moaned. She kissed me. She turned and walked out the door.
We never talked about this. It happened over and over again. She almost jerked me off at an party once. We were an intense scene.
Then I found her face on an actress on my computer. These two women were twins. They must have been separated at birth. It was uncanny. And the male actor had an impressive dick.
I had no problem imagining that it was my dick sliding into my screaming co-worker. This wasn’t fiction. These were home movies. That’s me slapping her face with my penis. It was awesome. I jerked off four times a day for months after this find.
I found out the actresses name. I researched her. I watched all of her movies. I exploded to all of her moans. We were lovers. She had to leave me. But I had recorded all of our fucking. I was reliving our lovemaking sessions over and over again. It was like I never lost you—my love—my whore. I printed out pictures of her face and came on them. It felt awesome. It was perverted. It was filthy. It was fantasy. Get over it.
It made me feel better. It helped me clear my heads. It made it easier to tell my co-worker to get some counseling, to work on her marriage, to not risk her family over a cliché work fling. Fucking her in my imagination did all that for me.
Long live porn.
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for Lily Thai
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I am so tired of people vilifying porn. I love porn. I watch an hour of porn daily. I consider it studying. I watch. I take notes. I jerk off. I watch some more.
How can’t I? It’s free education. I love education. I love educational TV. I mean, these people are professionals. They practice fucking. They practice fucking a lot. They make it their art.
I have access to twenty-four hour professional sex demonstrations on my laptop. I can learn new tricks. I can brush up my technique. I am a good student. And I love making women cum. It makes them so happy. Try it.
Use this wonderful service. Learn how to fuck from porn stars. Do it for your lovers.
Long live porn!
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