I don't watch much porn. Maybe that's a little weird, for an erotica writer, but probably not so weird when I say that I've always loved reading about the erotic more than I've loved watching it. I like the scope my imagination gives me and specifically, I like it when it puts hot, hot dudes that I like in the place of whatever hero the writer's imagined.
Which is, of course, very hard to do with porn. When you watch porn, all you get is the guy doing the deed, and though I've seen some very attractive men in some skin flicks, it does seem like...well. Mostly you just get hairy, and squat. And occasionally some more hairy, and squat. And just for variety, maybe a little bit more hairy and squat!
Which, well...it's not quite as hot for me as imagining Gabriel Gray going down on the main character in Taking Care of Business. It's just not. Though I wouldn't want you to think I'm shallow, or anything! Oh no no no. I can deal with some hairy and squat. Harvey Keitel is sort of attractive, in certain lights. Why, just the other day I was extolling the virtues of Anthony Hopkins, and he's the very epitome of hairy and squat.
But just, you know. I need a bit more than that, most of the time. I've seen a few lithe, lissom lovelies in gay porn, with jet black hair and sleepy eyes - just the way I like 'em - but the truth is, I'd much rather watch a guy and a girl getting it on. So that, you know, I can live vicariously. I mean, I always put myself in the position of the heroine in erotic fiction.
But it's hard to, when the heroine of Anal Gangbang IV looks like Barbie come alive with the aid of voodoo. Heck, it's hard to even when she's a lovely, natural beauty with a perfect body and doe eyes - which female porn stars are often allowed to be.
And that's great. I love that porn celebrates the naturally beautiful and the unnaturally beautiful, and that vaginas aren't considered weird scary things to hide under the bed. I love that a lot of porn shows women receiving oral sex, because I'm sure this teaches a lot of guys things far more than it "corrupts" them or turns them into rapists or whatever else the puritans are bashing on about now.
Which is the side of porn that I do actually enjoy. Beyond my superficial need to see Gabriel Gray in the buff with his schlong out, I can enjoy porn for its obvious sexual freedom. It's no shock to me that I like my dirty movies when the heroine sounds like she's really enjoying herself, or when lots of convincing dirty talk goes on, or when the hero makes some unearthly grunting noise that turns my cogs more than I'd like to admit.
Yeah. I can forgive a lot of hairy and squat, for some of those things.