FREE PORN HERE. XXX = WRONG

The Telegraph reported that, scientists at the University of Montreal launched a search for men who had never looked at pornography – but couldn’t find any.
I remember a good while back another study was reported in the media, long before easily accessible internet porn, that the highest percentage of users of telephone sex lines, were, Observer (male) readers, which kind of pissed on my fire of being an intellectual purchaser of such a broadsheet along with my Sunday Post, 6 rolls ( bread) and 4 square slice sausage. The fact was, they never just only sold one Observer in the sprawling cooncil scheme that I lived in at the time, so there must have been other pretentious wankers of my manual class who also dreamed of better breakfast conversations.
I was disappointed though, I would have expected those ‘News of the World Readers’ to be the phoners with the boners.
The Sunday Post regularly advertised the holiday town of Blackpool, and back in the seventies, this was advertised with a drawing of ‘Tiller Girls’ in sparkly bikini type leg kicking pose, but this was considered by the presbyterian proprietors as too raunchy for a Sunday and duly had the bodies black inked over, as it would prove more tasteful.
That kind of thing never done anything for me, not whilst I had my ‘Nude Book’ hidden away behind an old window shutter. Hidden until it was discovered by my young sister who presented it to my Mother, uttering in toddler speak, ‘Look mummy, bare bums’.

I took my punishment and held on the guilt of that exposure.. My first deposit in my big bag of sexual hang ups for later on in life.

It was in a pub and whilst playing darts, one Friday night, that I had my first exposure to ‘Hard Porn’.
I was handed a small magazine to have a gander at, which diminished the glory of my bull’s-eye finish, and talking of farm animals, the wee magazine was full of them… with people,……. having sex. Baaaah!

It was mine’s to keep for a fiver, I was advised and as I only had eight pounds in my paw after handing in my dig money to my Mother, it seemed quite expensive.
Old MacDonald and Co was not for me.
It disturbed me later, that wee magazine, not the cost to me, but to those involved.

The next Free Porn event was a lock-in, in my local, one Sunday afternoon, for a video showing of Deep Throat, starring the famous Linda Lovelace. Sunday Post censorship had no place there. It was so good to be sozzled with other sozzlers, uttering hilarious anecdotes of all our imaginary like for like experiences of what was being shown. The music was cool too I remember.
Some weeks later, on the Bernard Falk Saturday night chat show I saw Linda Lovelace describe how she was forced into pornography by her husband Chuck Traynor. This is what she had to say.
“When in response to his suggestions I let him know I would not become involved in prostitution in any way and told him I intended to leave, [Traynor] beat me up physically and the constant mental abuse began. I literally became a prisoner, I was not allowed out of his sight, not even to use the bathroom, where he watched me through a hole in the door. He slept on top of me at night, he listened to my telephone calls with a .45 automatic eight shot pointed at me. I was beaten physically and suffered mental abuse each and every day thereafter. He undermined my ties with other people and forced me to marry him on advice from his lawyer.
My initiation into prostitution was a gang rape by five men, arranged by Mr. Traynor. It was the turning point in my life. He threatened to shoot me with the pistol if I didn’t go through with it. I had never experienced anal sex before and it ripped me apart. They treated me like an inflatable plastic doll, picking me up and moving me here and there. They spread my legs this way and that, shoving their things at me and into me, they were playing musical chairs with parts of my body. I have never been so frightened and disgraced and humiliated in my life. I felt like garbage. I engaged in sex acts for pornography against my will to avoid being killed…The lives of my family were threatened.”

My enjoyment of the famous porno was somewhat spoiled with that revelation. Then again she would say that, wouldn’t she?
After that, I went to the cinema to see her in ‘Linda Lovelace for President’, which I was comfortable with again. After all, she was now appearing in mainstream Hollywood productions and getting well paid for it, wasn’t she?

Since then I have viewed many pornographic films and these days it is reckoned to be a financially more powerful industry than the Hollywood film industry, which if you like , legitimizes it.
Mary Millington was another porn star whose films, The Playbirds and Come Play With Me, were much sought after movies. Watch them now and they are quite repulsive.
Again, here was another woman who died tragically, drug addicted and her life a mess. These facts just kept on spoiling my viewing. Better not knowing those feminist lies.

A couple of years ago , whilst waiting for a flight out of Los Angeles and staying over in the Hilton Hotel at the airport, there was, to my interest, a Porn Star Conference.
I went along just to pass the time, and I found myself in amongst lots of freaky beautiful women, some with huge breast implants and others with massive lip jobs, and other areas of their anatomy that had been amplified.
I also found myself standing in with small groups of men, armed with professional looking camera equipment, who, I learned are porn star groupies. They are on first name terms with the ladies, but buy them drinks and favours and pay for the privilege to hang out with them. It was all a bit sad, and I did not really want to be part of it.
It depressed me.
I depressed me.

Last year at Inverness Film Festival, my friend Richard Jobson , screened a short film at the festival called The Journey.. It was a hard hitting short film, produced by Emma Thompson and funded by the Helen Bamber foundation.
I asked him what type of audience the film was aimed at.
Us he replied.

I still watch pornography, sometimes.
I know I can’t become the guy who has never seen a porno, but it’s not about my guilt anymore, something has to be done about the forced degredation involved. There is a school of thought that says it ie empowering for the women involved, I can choose to believe that or not.
When I want to crack one-off, I ignore it.
I know I shouldn’t.
Ignore it that is.

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