More on Porn (And Real Sex)

For no particular reason, as I drifted off to sleep last night, I started thinking about porn. Not in terms of masturbating (I'd already done that), but my particular reactions to and thoughts about it.

I'm not against porn in principle, but I've found myself becoming more and more turned off by the amateur porn available on the Internet. Whilst thinking, I concluded it was that I can't get aroused by the sight of people humping if I'm not interested in the people themselves. Very much of the easily available amateur porn has no focus whatsoever on character. (Pause for gasps of shock from the audience.) The only relationship between the people is as two (or more) people fucking. Even when there's a bit of gratuitous setup, it's very simple, along the lines of "I'm a guy." "I'm a girl." "Let's fuck." There's no realtionship, no dynamics. Once the novelty of watching two people doing it (or of the particular gimmick: blowjobs, ethnic, large-breasted, college girl, whatever) wears off, there's nothing to hold my interest.

In contrast, I find myself quite easily aroused by porn fiction. I don't say "erotica" because it doesn't even meet the basic literary quality for that. However, there is characterization, dynamics, some kind of hook beyond "we're screwing." I can find some degree of interest in the situation, and, for whatever reason, that connection makes it easier for me to become aroused. I even find myself returning to old stories I've read before, because I know that they'll achieve the desired effect, whereas I rarely return to the same string of video clips if I've seen it more than once.

End of that subject. On another, I had some sex dreams last night, which is a rare but fun occurence. One had a completely made-up partner, but another involved a rather long and involved narrative where the partners and other persons were people I've known in the past. (Not anyone who reads this blog, although Jane would know who they are, and can have a short list if she so desires.) Dreams are by nature not understandable, but that didn't stop me from thinking, after I awoke, if the "people" in them, and especially the partners, were truly the people I've known in my life, or just some sort of avatars of them. See, I have a habit of "casting" characters in stuff I read as people I've known, and that has stretched to the erotic fiction I've read. The pool for that particular casting comes mostly from the group of persons the people in the dream last night came from, so I'm wondering if I was having sex with them, or with the "them-as-porn-character" that has become somewhat sectioned off from my memories of the actual person.

Of course, as Dream asked Rose Walker, "What does it mean when you dream about having sex?"

This probably freaked a lot of people out. Good.