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PORNOGRAPHY on social media, for better and for worse.
When it comes to porn, I’ve always been a passionate consumer. I’ve started enjoying porn when I was 7 years old, and since then, it was love at first sight. With pornography I’ve always been able to cut away from the stress of the day a moment that was just for me, myself and I.
Pornography is masturbation, even when you’re not touching yourself, because it is something that by definition involves on you and your fantasy and mind, your interpretation of what you see, and your ability to build with your imagination. Be it imagining to be at the place of one of the guys in the scene, or be it actually building a whole fantasy, you participate actively; you can do so, because you don’t know the people on the screen or on the magazine. They don’t exist. They are ethereal, they are images of men that exist, but in your mind they exist as a projection of your desires. They are your hopes and aspirations.They behave the right way, they have the personality you imagine, the voice you want, and they do whatever you want in your fantasy.
But reality ain’t much like that, isn’t it?
After all, this is what makes pornography fun, and what makes it different from a sexual or romantic interaction with another human being. Personally, I’ve always loved amateur pornography (and that’s why we’ve made the freebie videos, like haunted, smokers and holes). I don’t really like stuff with actors and perfect bodies, cause they all feel artificial and fake. The perfect fantasy, must be a fantasy you can relate to, something you could experience. Not something that is clearly made up for business and emulating soullessly an act of fornication.
In time, we’ve moved from what I call “static pornography” to what I call “live pornography”. Since the advent of Twitter as a mass social porn network, we all watched static porn; yes, even when it was on Tumblr. You didn’t get to see the lives and “real” thoughts of the pictures and videos to which you were jerking off to.
Once, this was content to which you had the perception of “your stuff”. Now, instead, we all get to see “other people’s stuff”, because it’s their social network. We get to see them desperately trying to get social validation, we get them to fail at hiding that, we see marketing effort to monetize over pornography (while one thing is being paid for quality content, and one other thing is becoming clones that only tweet to get more likes, followers, money, and metrics). Sex work is great. People without identity and only hunting for metrics in a dead game made of followers, isn’t.
Pornography started to become homologated, like everything else (in my opinion) in the modern gay community and even more so in the fetish community, and with that, I believe it started to become boring. Where is the space for your fantasy? Where is the space to your imagination and your solo time, since now you’re on an actual social platform where the other person is actually involved?
I believe this has a lot to do with the sense of less interest and less satisfaction towards porn. Do you think you agree with this or do you think there is another reason? If there is another reason, please let us know in the comments down below, and proceed to the exit step on this page.
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I agree that the right-in-your-face of live ‘performances’ as you could call them are more and more often, usually turn me off as well. Indeed what makes porn fun is your own imagination and your filling in of blanks. I recently got intrigued by censorporn. Show offs are quite hot blackbarred somewhere. It’s like i miss the suspension, the surprise, the realm of imagination and my own piggy mind. Why? Because I scroll twitter in stead of a normal and real social life. Because I’m still careful. I feel I’m changing. Is it the pandemic? The absorbing socials? Probably a combination but one feeds the other.