Porn helped me from ruining many a good pair of knickers in high school, enhanced a couple relationships sexually, damaged another one, and currently acts as a decent boredom-killer when I’m alone, and sexy together time when I’m with my lady. My personal experiences with the stuff has been arousing, amusing, interesting, occasionally boring, and enlightening. Who knew I would get turned on by the stuff I do? How would I even know it if I didn’t have the ability to test these things in a such a safe way? The only bad interactions I’ve had with porn have involved other people’s opinions of it. My last ex had a crazy hatred for the stuff (I tried to reconcile the two, but I suspect she had too many insecurity and body issues deeply embedded to talk as candidly as we should have,) and my refusal to abide by a silly commandment did significant damage to our intimacy, I believe (though I accept responsibility for using porn secretly rather than forcing the issue, which was admittedly silly of me.) I always bit my tongue when she balled me out for it. I wanted so badly to play the “I know for a fact that your oh-so-perfect-father looks at porn” card, but I never did. I thought it might come off as punitive and a daddy’s girl like her didn’t need childhood illusions shattered. Oy. What a life.
I’m just glad that I’m with someone now who I can actually talk to about these things, and thankfully, she thinks exactly like I do. Porn-on!