^I have a perverse (no pun intended) fascination with hearing about fucked up shit that goes on in porn. I have no idea what that says about me because the kind of porn I find erotic is generally the kind that could be described as lovemaking. I dislike most porn, but the porn I like, I
Then again, though, some of you know me pretty well, either through my posts or because you're my friends. I think anyone would agree that I'm an adventure junkie. I can come off as more quiet and reserved than that, but I have a healthy respect for shock value in general. I prefer to observe it most of the time and engage in it only but I like figuring out what makes people tick and I have a more than healthy interest in sexuality.
I guess I started this thread in the spirit that some of you might get off (figuratively speaking) on a discussion of the shocking, the taboo, the sheer horror that goes across your face when your boundaries get stretched, even if it's only words on a page... especially when they're words on a page that you never envisioned until you read something that you didn't expect to.
I know I do.
I suppose it's also an offshoot of the cliche that some people will do anything for a buck, and some people get off on doing it for free, regardless of the absence or presence of recording devices.
If porn is art, and a good friend of mine IRL has provided me with a good foundation for the fact that it is so I feel confident in saying that... then just as in visual, musical, theatrical, any kind of art, sometimes you see still-lifes of pretty flowers and sometimes you see something on the other end of the continuum that absolutely appalls you. I have seen visual art that evokes that reaction in me on a non-pornographic level on many occasions. I'm trying to work out my feelings with now having experienced that jaw dropping aspect with respect to porn.