Post-Orgasmic Reflections: On Porn. 
Wednesday, May 20, 2009 at 8:33PM
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I've often heard that it's only after an individual cums that they are able to again think clearly-and I am sure that this is applicable to porn-watching.  Only after the bust is one truly able to appreciate how disgusting this genre can be.  Almost immediately after getting one's rocks off, there arises the need to cast whatever smut that has been on "play" into the bowels of a closet.

In discussing this phenomenon with other women, one of my friends shared that due to her Magic Wand's immense power, there is hardly ever a need to watch any more than 4 minutes of any given movie.  However, because I've watched mostly out of curiousity, whenever I do get past the obligatory nipple sucking, leg parting and grand unveiling of the Big Black Beige Cock, there arises a need to throw-up in my mouth. 

First:  What's up with the tight shots featuring a fully immersed dick (with a set of balls rhythmically slamming against a broad's backside)?  Rather than turn me on, it reminds me of two dogs fucking.  Besides, I don't think that there's anything inherently attractive about the penis (like beer, it's an acquired taste). 

And I'm always a little grossed out when the dude "hocks a loogie" in order to lubricate his partner's "lady parts."  It's always like he has to conjur up the stuff from his gut...I don't like it when a guy spits on the sidewalk-so the thought of spittle's congealed cousin landing squarely on my twat turns me off.  Completely.

And, lastly--while there's nothing particularly disturbing about a man shooting his load on a girl's face or hair (well, except if she's Black...because then that likely means that she's going to have to go through the 4 hour process of washing and setting her hair, followed by sitting under a hooded dryer), I do hate it when a man, in total disregard, busts in a woman's eye.  After all that work he couldn't move an inch or two to the left?!

 

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Update on Sunday, March 6, 2011 at 9:11PM by Registered Commenterblue

After reading my earlier post,  I suppose that it's obvious that I've seen my fair-share of porn.  While this may be repugnant to some of my less prurient readers, the fact is that this specialized sub-genre of reality t.v. can be educational, informative and chuckle-worthy...but also puzzling and, at times, a bit uncomfortable to watch. 

When I last covered this topic, I recounted some of my least favorite pornographic shots (close-ups of genitalia, loogie projectiles and misfired jizz).  Because this is the topic that keeps on giving, here are a few more of my least favorite aspects of porn:

 

1.  Bad Weaves.  I like my porn like I like my coffee:  Black.  (Or, as it's known in porn circles:  Ebony).  But an unfortunate by-product of watching this category of smut is becoming  a witness to a staggering number of horrifyingly bad weaves.  While I understand that my focus should be concentrated on whatever sexual act is being performed, I often find myself both focusing on the shock of synthetic hair that is even more erect than the disturbingly large penis on my screen, and contemplating clever ways to cover up her exposed tracks.  It's a shame that many white porn stars are able to invest thousands in a pair of realistic fake boobs while many black XXX "celebrities" can't even swing a good lace-front.

 

2.  Horrible Acting.  I don't expect academy-worthy performances.  There's a reason why "porn stars" are not just called "actors"-so I stay away from adult movies with storylines.  Yet, even when sticking to the most basic material, I find myself consistently reaching for the remote.  Generally, the problem isn't with the fellas:  Aside from giving a few directives, their utterances are relatively minimal. It's the women whose performances leave much to be desired.  In many instances, they serve up sighs, moans and affirmations with the fervor of wives serving up last week's leftovers:  Partially thawed and microwaved (to get the job done quickly). 

On the other extreme are the ladies who go much too far:  Shrieking in ecstasy even before the penis enters the room, conjuring up guttural signs that loudly punctuate each thrust before it's thrust... 

And then there are the talkers:  "Oh yes...uh huh..Right there, right there."  Shut.the.fuck.up.  The mute button was made for porn.

 

3. Socks.  Every now and then I'll see a scene that features a man wearing nothing but his socks.  This I cannot understand.  Surely, I've seen pornographic flicks in which the women keep on their clear-heeled/fur-trimmed shoes--but never have I witnessed a scene in which a woman has removed everything.but.her.socks.  It's not as if these dainty cotton coverings are inherently abhorrent--but seeing a man pound away with nothing on but his booties looks ridiculous. Even if he is the best dressed man in America. 

 

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