The truest appreciator of pornography does not masturbate to pornography at all.
He or (less likely?) she simply drinks in the debasement and smiles upon it knowingly.
The true pornographist sees not cheap titilation and release, rather sees the human race as an elaborate joke and sexhibitionism as the final and greatest joke.
Us, we're amateurs getting turned on by things.
The Lyles of the world are numb to everything but the schadenfreude that is revulsion.
This is my younger cousin Ryan's point-of-view, anyway, and I am ashamed to admit that I not even making this up. This is his real theory, he's laid it out for me. He says that the thrill he gets from strip clubs is not the thrill of seeing people naked and dancing around but in seeing someone give up the last sacred things about themselves for, like, a rumpled-up fiver.
His myspace tagline is "I'm into fuck*ng". But without the asterix.
Suffice it to say, Cousin Ryan is from Circumstances.
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Topic: One! (1 December '06) (Read 5569 times)