Okay, friends and lovers, let me start by saying that I watch altogether too much porn. Please don’t tell me that that’s even a little bit shocking to any of you who know and read me. Besides, judging people for watching porn, even LOTS of it, is just lame. Seriously, how could I possibly be friends with someone who would judge another person over something so minor?
Okay, I’m back on track now. What I was getting at, in a “scenic-route” kind-of-way, is that porn fills in the spaces that would otherwise be filled by a series of really, really bad choices (of the interpersonal kind). Trust me, nobody wants that. It may seem like a fun diversion at first–watching me melt down–but then, you realize that I am a person who, at the heart of it–and until fairly recently (and that is a whole other topic–and I won’t be writing about it b/c he is very, very private–and I like him too much to disrespect him), makes astoundingly bad, epically bad choices when it comes to my interpersonal relationships. Which is being worked on, because that is what we do in our overly-therapy-ed society. We get help. We work on it (whatever “it” is). And then we brag about it by using it as a glib brush off to excuse any and all rude and/or self-serving behavior done in “its” name.
For example, being super late to an appointment and then saying, “oh sorry. I’m always late-and I’m working on it–so…”. It stops criticism cold, right in its tracks. It basically makes it seem like s/he’ll be the one that looks like a dick when s/he (rightfully) calls you out on your rudeness. It breaks my heart to say it, but we have made our society into a far less interesting version of Wonderland. Yay us. ‘Merica.
Anyhow, I watch way too much porn and I’m not sure if I should watch less, or just embrace it? I’ll probably embrace it because it’s uber hot, amateur fetish porn–and that’s kind of my jam. Any questions?
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