Friday, October 28, 2005
The Natural Habitat of the Northwest Porn Pig
I had dinner the other night with a couple friends, and a guy I had never met before (but he's hotter than hell and so I hope to see a lot more of him.) I've known the two guys for several years, but we are not close friends, we hang out when we can, about twice a year. As you might expect, considering it was a table of four gay men, the topic of conversation got around to stroke movies. By way of introduction to the new guy, I was presented as -- and I quote -- "a porn connoisseur."
I thought, Jesus, its not just my best friends any more, the even larger circle of acquaintances know about my "fixation." Is that good or bad? Okay, so I have like 300 video tapes and am now working on my DVD collection. Sure, I porn-surf the web for a couple hours a night. I know it's not common to masturbate almost every day of your life. But I'm still a productive member of society. I stay at the top of my profession in my city, and in a competitive, stressful industry. I volunteer my time to a number of worthy charities. I spend quality time with quite a few people, tending and nurturing many friendships. I have three God-Children I'm devoted to. And I'm politically active and involved.
Okay, maybe I'm being a little defensive. I don't mean to be, I don't feel that way. I was terribly amused by the conversation at the restaurant, and it somehow garnered me instant respect from the new guy. And, of course, I'm not alone, everyone at the table started talking about their favorite porn stars, and the newest DVDs each had rented or bought. I guess I'm just more vocal about my love of porn than most. And that's why I'm the one they all come to when they want to borrow some wacking material. We all have to be identified by something. I'm just known as the guy with the weak eyes and hairy palms.
I thought, Jesus, its not just my best friends any more, the even larger circle of acquaintances know about my "fixation." Is that good or bad? Okay, so I have like 300 video tapes and am now working on my DVD collection. Sure, I porn-surf the web for a couple hours a night. I know it's not common to masturbate almost every day of your life. But I'm still a productive member of society. I stay at the top of my profession in my city, and in a competitive, stressful industry. I volunteer my time to a number of worthy charities. I spend quality time with quite a few people, tending and nurturing many friendships. I have three God-Children I'm devoted to. And I'm politically active and involved.
Okay, maybe I'm being a little defensive. I don't mean to be, I don't feel that way. I was terribly amused by the conversation at the restaurant, and it somehow garnered me instant respect from the new guy. And, of course, I'm not alone, everyone at the table started talking about their favorite porn stars, and the newest DVDs each had rented or bought. I guess I'm just more vocal about my love of porn than most. And that's why I'm the one they all come to when they want to borrow some wacking material. We all have to be identified by something. I'm just known as the guy with the weak eyes and hairy palms.
