The Problem With Being Obsessed With Porn

In the eyes of many men, the accessibility of free porn is a wonderful thing. It certainly serves its sticky purposes and provides great service to the pervert community. Porn has always slightly disturbed me, though, and probably not for the reasons you’re thinking.

We’ve all read or heard about the psychological dangers posed by frequent pornography viewing. It can distort fantasies, lead to violence and cause men to view women as pleasure toys. Then again, what doesn’t do that? Ayyo! Truthfully I do feel those are terrible things, and can surely see how smut films might have that effect. Additionally awful is the possibility of addiction to porn viewing and whacking. Nobody wants to see their red-headed cousin Andy undergo graft surgery on his decrepit johnson.

The threats porn presents are unsettling, but not the most disturbing aspect. My main question and concern about online porn is, “Why does there have to be so many kinds?” The hundreds of porn genres alone speak lengthy commentary about our society.

Seriously, what does the extensive and unique porn directory say about the sexual nature of people nowadays? Obviously we must have a plethora of twisted feet freaks and degenerates roaming the streets; crusting public library keyboards. If our values and ideas of pleasure weren’t absolutely perverted then only one type of porn would exist. It would be called, “Attractive Girl.” All the videos would be good-looking women having some sex and that’s that. No urine or deer heads would be involved. Merely the one genre would appeal to everyone and satisfy their sexual cravings.

This, however, doesn’t cut it for the millions of deviants out there scavenging the net in search of abnormal, scary sex. These guys want granny gangbangs. They want transexual Brazilians in skunk tails going at it. They deeply crave more and more Asian women vomiting into tree trunks while nude. Stuff gets more bizarre as the avid porn viewers grow sicker and in need of more vile content.

You could say what frightens me most is the very thought of these folks seeking such perverse material. You could also say I’m frightened by most things, and your statement would be valid. In my preteens and early teens I was reluctant to do virtually anything in the fear my parents might find out. My first experience with porn wasn’t until age 15. Most guys that age have already ruined a 12-pack of tube socks. I was still afraid to even look at pics and videos of XXX substance. In all probability I spoke those exact words.

Essentially I was coerced, no, forced into watching a spank flick. I was over at my neighbor John’s house, where most of the neighborhood guys and kids from the surrounding area hung out. Nearly all the kids I rolled with were a lot “harder” than me. At 15 they were already smoking cigs (woah!) and cumming! From time to time they even indulged in a few beverages of alcoholic nature. On this particular day, the taboo base of the hangout sesh was porn.

John called me into his parents’ bedroom. He was kneeling down, playing with the VCR while his buddy Nick sat anxiously at the end of the bed. “Sit down and watch this,” John demanded.

In retrospect, I should have known I was about to be exposed to mangled vagina. We were in his parents’ bedroom where he instructed me to sit down and watch a VHS tape. Meanwhile Nick sat there giggling with a quarter-chub. For naive 15-year old me, however, things didn’t click.

I stood and watched in shock as bisexual “Nurse Nancy” aggressively plowed several partners alongside her younger, female assistant. This was the classic 80s porn your parents watched and probably still watch in an effort to grease the rust. Tacky music. Vague dialogue. Slight bush. Pre-recorded moaning that doesn’t quite match the video. “Nurse Nancy” was a middle-aged horn dog’s dream, and an unmitigated visual nightmare for me.

Gaping female parts weren’t something I was prepared for in any shape or form. Understand that as a 15-year old boy I was sexually interested in and curious about women. Vaginas allured me, though I was more allured by the idea. What didn’t sit right with me was an abused set of vagina lips spread on a see-through coffee table. This unsightly clip from “Nurse Nancy” left me uneased for a short while.

Despite Nancy’s vast meat cave I’m still attracted to women today. Frankly, I do watch porn on infrequent occasion. I would safely bet the majority of folks do from time to time. As you could have guessed I stick to the basics. Normal people simply doin’ it. I don’t desire anything weirder, and that leads me to believe I remain fairly sane.

If you have a hankering for some pregnant clowns peeing on each other, go ahead and search. We live in a sick world and it’s undoubtedly out there. This isn’t news, but the amount of weird online porn reinforces the fact. Save the sex videos for special occasion. More importantly, avoid the torture, midget, animal and upskirt material. Sticking to less disturbing porn is good for your morality, I promise.