I was just reading Bukowski, and...

(Disclaimer: this blog is about sex and porn.  It acknowledges that I have had sex, and have watched porn.  If someday you don't give me a job because of this blog,  you're a hypocrite,  Or a Mormon.  If these subjects make you uncomfortable, please do not continue reading, unless you like feeling uncomfortable, in which case, read on) 

I wonder what Freud would think of the porn industry.  Would he snort a line, light a cuban, and say "I told you so"?  Would he be disgusted, or vindicated?  

A little of both probably.  Truth is, the porn industry fries my circuits a little.  I'm no prude, but there is a Grand-Fucking-Canyon dividing sex as I know it, and sex as it has evolved through pornography.  

I've watched porno.  Obviously.  But I am almost always left unfulfilled - partially because porno dulls the imagination, but also because it's so rare to find people having good sex on tape.  All the freaky fetish shit on the internet doesn't thrill me in the slightest.  If I'm going to watch people have sex, I want to see people who:

A.  Know one another.

B.  Are attracted to one another, and most importantly,

C.  Want to have sex with one another.

Understandably, this is rare; porn is a business.  Making love is not efficient, nor is it profitable for an industry.  Porn is commercial.  It's mainstream, and as long as sex is filmed for money, it won't be great sex, and it won't really be worth watching.  

The whole reason I got thinking about this subject by the way, are a couple little websites I was directed to by word of mouth. 

 Compare and contrast:  

Green Porno, a pet project of Isabella Rossellini's creation, produced by the Sundance Channel, in which Rossellini describes the mating habits of animals (the ones you'd least expect) in a weird and, sometimes, sexy way.  Nature is beautiful, and all that. 

 

Compare this with Porn for the Blind, a non-profit website designed to give the visually-impaired audio descriptions of short internet porn clips.  Not a completely outlandish concept when you think about it, until you actually listen to one: these files are about as erotic as castrated IRS agents.   It's funny until you imagine some poor blind guy trying to spice up an evening with this joke of a social service, his only other option being break-the-bank phone sex.  I mean, come on people, where's the feeling?  

  Isabella Rossellini somehow makes a hermaphrodite earthworm erotic, and yet these people make sex sound like a Drivers Ed. Manual.  It just goes to prove, it's not about the limits of what people are willing to do on camera, it's about a connection between two people.  That's what sex always boils down to right?  A human connection.