I, too, worry about what porn is doing to kids’ expectations of sex. I worry that it will do to their sexual health what commercialization of women’s bodies did to women’s collective self-esteem.

We put the impossible up on a pedestal and call it “ideal” so that a guy in a suit can sell us things that will definitely, totally, almost turn us magically into that impossible thing. Not.

We offer ideas and images for consumption that pervert (no pun intended) the purpose and meaning and beauty of some of life’s honest-to-god treasures, morphing them into distorted, malignant cartoons.

And sometimes porn is great and useful. A fantasy. A release. For adults. Who aren’t still forming their fundamental paradigm about how the world works on which they will predicate the rest of their choices and expectations.

The best sex I’ve ever had was with a man 15 years older than me who was hot, yes, but it only happened when he told me that the sex we had been having for the previous 6 months felt like “1000 one-night stands”. So I let my guard down. I let my emotions in. I let him inside of me, not just my body….and goddamn. They don’t show that goddamn in porn. And they are missing the fuck out.

That, right there, is the money shot.

Mama, writer, lover, fighter — I wear my heart on my sleeve because my pants pockets are too small. www.ajkaywriter.com

Mama, writer, lover, fighter — I wear my heart on my sleeve because my pants pockets are too small. www.ajkaywriter.com