Watching Something Together
» My Inner Life
I’m all in favor of porn. Both from libertarian inclinations and a belief that it is a healthy release for many people.
But I don’t care much for porn myself. I doubt if I’ve watched a full sixty minutes of it in my life. My attention wanders away and unless there’s something laughable I just can’t focus on it. If anything my pornography is porn of the heart: old romantic comedies where the ending is always happy.
The big exception would be a couple of Russ Meyer’s later movies. I regard Meyer as a comic genius. Those films aren’t nearly as good as his earlier films.
And I do watch a bit of old sexploitation because I love “psychotronic” movies: for the shabby aesthetics.
Visual erotica I do enjoy. Especially the innocent pin-up art of the mid 20th century like Alberto Vargas. And bawdy cartoons like those Peter Arno drew for Playboy.
Doubtlessly a work of great scholarly breadth and value.
On discovering my desire to bottom to a female sadist I sought out what I could. I guess some of that was porn. These boundaries are funny, fuzzy things. I even watched a few clips. Rarely did they last a full minute and the thrill was in hearing the women’s voice as they mocked the mere male creatures in their power.
During on of Alexandra’s visits I downloaded about a dozen sample F/m clips. We planned to watch them together. We didn’t. Eventually I played them - not always all the way through - and deleted them. With her in my life they weren’t much fun to watch. But I did like the cruelty with which the women spoke.
Recently we were chatting about some of the films we’ve watched together featuring female domination. She said she thought she’d like to watch Fetishes again and we both want me at her feet when next we view Venus in Furs.
She said that it might be interesting for us to watch something with more sadomasochistic punch together.
Sigh. Sweet surrender. By German.
Ever since that idea has haunted me. What was on my screwy mind this time I wondered. Finally I realized that sitting there with her and have her watch me react to what happens on the screen or asking me what I think about it would leave me feel very exposed. Even with my clothes on I’d feel more naked than when merely physically nude.
That psychic vulnerability is why the idea seems exciting.
Comments
Richard, great article (like many of yours here).
A question on some of the images posted - my other half is quite taken with the telephone/oral pleasure painting - do you have any more examples of this guy’s work? (or a larger sample of the above?)
I can be contacted at the email address provided.
Many thanks!
Posted by: Matt | December 7, 2006 11:55 AM