Pornography.

It might seem rather odd at first that I am not keen on pornography.  My reasons may not be what you imagine.  For me, it is all about real sex – not performance acting so it galls me when clients come knocking imagining they will enter a porn set.  I am a real woman.  I do not act – at all.

I used to watch Rocco Siffredi back in the day.  I was enthralled by his animal magnetism.  There was something raw about him.  Interestingly, he recently appeared on some Netflix documentary.  He was a little more weathered and a lot more jaded than I remembered him.  Oh Rocco.  That road he ran down got a little rougher as he went.

I can tell a lot about a man by the level of porn he watches, not to mention what he gravitates toward.  It is worth having a discussion about.  We have to remember that those who are appearing in porn are performers, actors – that is not real life.  Real fucking is messy and breathless and all manner of things that porn isn’t.

Porn bores me.  I would rather get inside your head, pull up a chair and see what’s really trapped there.