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Yeah, that was me. What are you going to do about it?
by Monolycus on Apr 26, 2006 - 06:43 AM
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Friggin' time-outs.
~Monolycus
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Re: Girls Don't Share Porn
by Domkitten (saradevil@saradevil.net)
on Apr 30, 2006 - 09:11 PM
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See, I have to disagree. I think that many women are also being programmed to accept crappy porn which leads us to the problem in the first place. It’s not a matter of whether or not nothing is available, or girl’s beating off on words under the covers while the guys gather by the river and have a circle jerk while telling blow job stories, it’s something else.
For lack of a better argument, I’d say there is a lot of porn out there and most of it will work for someone making it good porn for the finding. It is about what all women like but more specifically about what it is that I like, and well I happen to get off on hot red heads who like to feel a bit torn, conflicted, seedy, and then well fucked, happy and content. Maybe it’s because it reflects a nice negative of myself, the whole torn and conflicted bit, or maybe it’s just because I like to see red heads who need a helping hand or tongue to put them on the path to true happiness. I could not say.
There is a right time and place for everything, and it can be highly stimulating. Case in point, and be warned I’m going to share a story about you so if your gonna be gorram annoyed stop reading.
I remember when I used to go over to visit your apartment right after we first met. I’d go to your place and you’d sit there and write covert news articles in a the style of a unibomber, while I’d entertain you with idle chatter and try not to look at the waist high stack of porn sitting to the right of your bed. It was to the right of your bed, next to your bookshelf, there were about two and a half stacks, and I swear I don’t know who you moved it all around. The top mag had some garish red colors and a blonde who would now remind me of MRD languishing by a cheap granite swimming pool and promising tan lines.
I sat there and talked to you the whole time really thinking about the porn mags sitting next to your bed. This was not great porn Mono, as I’m sure you can yourself atest too, but the fact that it was so unashamedly there, in your room, and you didn’t seem to care that I knew, and all I might have to do was ask if I wanted to look through it but at the time I was too shy to ask (yeah, this was a while ago), well, dammit, that made it the best fucking porn ever. I will never, no matter how hard I try, ever be able to forget that mag. Not because it was the best you had, but because it was there, it was always there waiting for me, and when I did finally ask to look at your porn you just shrugged your shoulders and said “knock yourself out”. It was the first one I grabbed because it had been daring me for so long. And for the life of me, it is the only one I remember.
Good porn doesn’t have to be the best of the best or specific to a gender, maybe it is just the memories that make it so good. It’s hard to say. Either way, you’ll have to excuse me, I’m going to go hunt for some pictures of blondes in red bikinis with tan lines, because suddenly that’s what I’m in the mood for….
Hey MRD, you have any spare time and want to help me out (or anyone else for that matter since I’m sure I’m not the only one interested) it would be appreciated.
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