My first experience with anything pornographic was a sex hotline. Don’t ask me where I got the number from. I couldn’t tell you. What I do remember is running up my mom’s phone bill to $500+, and getting a severe ass-whoopin’ for it. When she asked me why I did it, I remember shrugging my shoulders and saying some to the effect of, “I didn’t know what it was; and, I didn’t know there was a charge for it”. I was in the fifth grade. I was telling the truth, I had no idea what these recorded women were talking about, and why they were talking funny. I just remember it being somewhat interesting and humorous to me to hear these women make funny noises. I’ve never called a sex hotline since.
My next experience came a few years later with the introduction of the Spice Channel to our local cable broadcasting network. I was flipping through channels looking for something to watch. Back then, they weren’t particularly good with blocking out the channels completely. If you flipped past a Pay Per View channel, there would be a brief image of what was on before the channel was blocked out. As I clicked by the Spice Channel, I caught a glimpse of what looked like a naked woman. Intrigued, I turned back to the channel. Yup, there was no mistake. That was a full-fledged naked chick. I was older then and hormones had started taking over, but having to flip back and forth between the channels seemed like too much work, so I lost interest. I had no idea what was going on from these distorted images, anyway.
One day at college in between classes, a few of my friends were having a discussion about porn. When I chimed in, telling them that I’d never actually watched a porno, they all looked at me with disbelief. After convincing them, a girl decided she would let me borrow one from her collection. I was so excited. The next day she arrived with the video tape (yeah it was pretty old). After classes I rushed home, knowing I would have privacy. I got home and, nervously, popped the tape in the VCR. I didn’t know exactly what to expect. It started with an African-American woman at a gym. Two guys showed up to help her with her workout. Then, the cheesy music started, the guys took their pants off, and, well, the rest is history. Ten minutes into it, I began to lose interest. This was actually kind of boring. It was arousing at first, but then everything started to become so mundane and repetitive. Some of it didn’t even seem believable to me. Any porn I’d seen afterwards showed the same thing: a thrown together story line that inevitably leads to sex, starting and ending the same way almost every time. I was disappointed. All these years and this is what the fuss was about?
So like I said at the beginning of this post, I don’t watch porn. It really doesn’t hold my interest. Do I see anything wrong with porn? Well, I think anything can become a problem in excess. I don’t see anything wrong if someone watches it every now and then. In fact, some couples enjoy watching it together; and, I think that’s perfectly acceptable. I would even go as far as saying that they should experiment and make their own homemade sex movies. It could turn out to be a very fun and arousing experience. Most men AND women use it as a visual medium to stimulate themselves during masturbation, which is fine, too. It becomes a problem, though, when it turns into an obsession.
When you’d rather watch porn and pleasure yourself than spend time with your wife or girlfriend, or be a productive member of society, you’ve got problems. I had friends that obsessed over porn. They always knew what was coming out and spent butt-loads of money on it. They would even leave school in the middle of the day to go home and watch porn. That’s when it becomes unhealthy. Not everyone shares my opinion, however. Some believe that porn is a poison, unhealthy in every aspect, arguing for it to be banned and destroyed. To each their own, I guess.
If you would like to share your opinion, I’d be more than happy to hear it.