Porn this way

When I was younger, I knew porn was bad. Raised as a goody-two shoes Roman Catholic altar boy, porn was a big no-no. On overnight sleepovers, my grade school friend Mike would produce issues of Playboy, lifted from his dad’s secret stash. Even though I knew it was a sin, I would sneak peeks at the centerfold. It did nothing for me, making it that much easier to resist temptation.

The effect of those 2-D models with the triple-D tits on Mike was another story. They made him hard. And that made me hard. In a roundabout way, porn was a temptation. Those priests were right after all.

When I got to college, my take on porn changed from one of sin to one of exploitation. Those poor women were being objectified and treated like pieces of meat! Since naked photos of women did nothing for me, there had to be something else wrong with porn. Exploitation must be it.

Then I came out of the closet and discovered gay porn. It did not feel like sin. It did not feel like the objectification of men. It was just hot.

Back then you had to work at scrounging up your gay porn. Movie theaters and bookstores were the only place you could find it, if you had the courage to walk in those doors. For a long time, I did not. But in college that wasn’t problem. I was young, horny, dating and starring in porn films of my own making. A photo paled in comparison to a naked Italian as I climbed up and down his six-foot frame in the classroom of our campus fine arts building. Anyone could have walked in on us at any point. And that was the point.

Now porn is a mouse click away. I don’t think twice about sampling the variety on Rockettube. And it’s not just “porn” – it’s the Baskin Robbins of porn. The almost 31 flavors include Amateurs, Bears, Euro Guys and so many more.

There’s more porn variety on the Internet than you can shake a big stick at. And most of us probably do. The lines between what “is porn”: and what “is not” have blurred with the invention of camera phones and apps like Grindr, Growler and Scruff. Craft your messages carefully and complete strangers will send you photos that will make you sweat like a nun in a field of cucumbers. With a web-cam and some mood lighting, everyone’s a porn star.

Whether you like it or not, porn is here to stay. From the first penis our ancient Cro Magnon brothers scratched on a cave wall, to that crotch-shot you just texted to that guy across the dance floor, porn is entangled in the fabric of our lives like sixteen legs at an all-night orgy.

Some say that porn is one of the seven deadly sins. They say that porn destroys and, as evidence, point to all the porn stars who have died. Well, I hate to burst that bubble but all the Catholic saints are dead too.

To paraphrase the Lady, Gaga, “No matter black, white or beige, Chola or orient made, we’re on the right track, baby. We are porn this way.” ]