Porn for You

FROM BEHIND Close encounters of an intimate kind

NOBODY WANTS TO TALK ABOUT porn. It is something so private, something only adults are allowed to discuss. That it is better seen than heard. That it is a subject we should definitely abhor, detest, and even loathe to death. That we should immediately block it from appearing on our computer screens, away from the children, away from these impressionable teens. That it is detrimental not only to your gadgets, since it is plagued with a lot of viruses, but also detrimental to your well-being, eventually destroying everything in its path, including your hard-earned relationships.

Not that I want porn, in the first place, but it is slowly becoming an essential part of our contemporary consciousness. Some succumbed to it as an escape from the inanities of everyday living, either from a dissatisfying job or a failed marriage. Not minding at all the negativity attached to it, people would embrace porn as if it is the only way out, living in a kind of fantasy away from the disappointments and disasters around them. 

But porn has had its own unique influence in our lives in that it can actually prolong your existence and even your respective relationships in ways you could never imagine. Somehow, just by watching it, you are heightening the sensibilities of life which most us take for granted.

Porn is good, in the proper context though. I’m using porn here not by throwing dirt on it, but by using it as a means of enhancing the sensational vein of human existence, that still, potent feeling behind every emotion. 

And porn, nevertheless, out of the many alternatives, of course, has an exceptional way of perking up those dead veins buried in our tired, nervous bodies. When one sees it, as most of us did at some point, an electrifying feeling suddenly comes out, firing on all cylinders like life suddenly takes on a different feel, a different meaning, as if its own potency is inserted into our respective consciousness, we feel we could do no wrong, invincible. 

Suddenly you feel powerful if you’re a man, and oh-so-wanted if you’re a woman. Porn is not that mean when used at a right trace, at the right touch, or at the right stroke, a fantasy that could probably enrich and save your life in the process.

I hope I am not condoning porn as an alternative, say, to the emotional problems of much of these warring couples. What I had in mind is something different, something that would probably save their marriage out of using porn as a springboard to a meaning and fruitful union.

Most couples today find it hard to stay faithful, at least not only with each other physically, but mentally most of the time, what with all the poking and hooking up on social media can do to the imagination of both parties. But all indications point to an even more serious strain in that ongoing relationship, the reason the fire in that marriage suddenly died down it’s because there is no longer porn burning within. We may disagree on this part, for what it’s worth, but more often than not, the lack of porn is detrimental to a married life.

Yes, what else is the reason behind your wife’s infidelity, if not for the “porn” qualities of his new boy toy? So many couples are deluded into thinking that right after saying “I do’s”, everything will turn out all right in the end. No, Sir, we need a lot of porn just to stay afloat, to keep your marriage as sweet and penetrating as it all began, and to keep that fire burning, night in and night out. 

Imagine yourself not doing anything at all because you’re squeamish and ignorant about it, and here comes this gigolo, this bastard in jeans and shirt, willing to go all the way and even below the belt, characteristics of a porn star perhaps at the mercy of your beleaguered wife. Chances are that would certainly perk up everything into an even “bigger” perspective, not necessarily appropriate under the circumstances, but could boost the romanticism attached to it, including a desire for some adventure, which most couples find it hard to do even after a few years of marriage. 

Porn can actually make wonders in a relationship. And like I said, we may not want to talk about it, or listen to its innuendos, moaning almost every day in our workplace, in our neighborhood, in our coffee bars or even in our cell phones, but deep inside us, deep inside our sinister consciousness operating from within outward, our hidden desires, porn comprises almost half of what goes on inside us. 

There is porn when you get jealous; there is porn when you dress up provocatively at any given Saturday; there is porn in an unsolicited advice; there is porn at the smell of a strong perfume; and, heck, there is even porn in a David Pomeranz song. There is no escaping the effects of it in our daily lives. It may even be the secret behind a satisfying relationship.

Make no mistake about it, I'm just using porn not as an end in itself, but as a means to a much better relationship. This may sound so banal, so filthy, so carnal even to a prude, who keeps on denying the potentials of a penis, or a cunt for that matter, in trying to resuscitate a cold and frigid relationship. Who can explain the ways of the instinctual needs of a man and a woman, husband and wife? If only we could use porn as a potent element in intensifying that relationship, never mind if it looks so kinky in its initial thrust, perhaps being married after all couldn’t be any better. Somehow you have to live with it, the spice that is probably lacking in your relationship.

I’m not suggesting though that we should all go porn from now on, because anything that is done in excess is as damaging as with the lack of it, porn should have its place in the strengthening of a married life, or to any other relationships, if need be, not as an underlying motive to score, to bang, or simply to get laid, but as some sort of a pick-up line to follow through, a silver lining, for the enhancement of that eternal union, till death do us porn. 

It may just be another of those four-letter words some of us would not even dare mention because it takes a lot of guidance and caution to be able to do so. But come to think of it, is not love a four-letter word also?