I’M A MAN OF STRANGE TASTES. I generally find that there’s nothing less funny than a comedian and nothing less arousing than pornography. Porn held a fascination for me when I was 12 and had never seen a live, breathing vagina, but once I actually started HAVING sex, pornography seemed degrading. And not to the girls…to ME. Why should I pay for something I can get for free? I’ve never paid a dollar for sex in my life. I’ve never even bought a porno mag.
To me, sex is instantly corrupted when money enters the equation. I’m not sex-negative, but it might be fair to call me cash-negative. As I see it, sex is cheapened and distorted and, most importantly, rendered dishonest by money. That’s what money does to everything.
I don’t object to porn for prudish reasons, nor would I argue that sex without cash is necessarily uplifting. I hate pornography for overwhelmingly aesthetic reasons. I’m not saying it’s immoral. But it IS artificial, and that’s much, much worse. It isn’t BAD and EVIL. It’s SILLY and TACKY. Strippers and the men who ogle them shouldn’t feel GUILTY; they should feel FOOLISH.
By and large, porn is stupid. Bad shit-rock and bad haircuts and bad childhoods and bad, bad, BAD taste. It’s all a joke, told at its own expense. Pornography is little more than reality TV without clothes.