OK, I’m not going to lie. I read about this website today that is called “a YouTube for pornography,” so I took a little “peek” to see what it was all about. Believe it or not, I try to avoid pornography, not out of prudishness, but from a belief in feminism. I was educated by intelligent teachers who taught me that pornography was anti-women, a patriarchal tool that turned capable women into mere sex objects.
I was sitting at my laptop watching Big Boob Woman and Muscle Chest Guy go at it on a kitchen table, doing it every way possible, including positions hat would require me to do a lot more exercise than the hula hoop on the wii-fit. The woman in the video was making so much noise that I turned down the speakers. I didn’t want my Orthodox Jewish neighbors to think I was a freak.
During this bland sex scene, I had thoughts. Not sexy thoughts. Not thoughts about feminism and how women are objectified. No. I felt that the video was anti-MALE.
Let’s look at the female character. It was only a clip, so I don’t really know how she met the guy, but – for argument’s sake — let’s go with the old story that he is a plumber coming over to fix her sink. One thing leads to another and soon they are f**king on the kitchen counter. Typical. We’ve all seen it. I’m sure this exact situation has happened to most of the mommybloggers who read this blog.
If you look at the woman during the sex, she is having the time of her life. She is yelling at him to “do it harder,” throwing her head back and forth, and rolling around like an Energizer bunny. She is as demanding of him and his time, like a wife who wants to spend all Sunday shopping at the mall and buying shoes.
The guy seems unhappy, as if he isn’t even present. He is a robotic Terminator of sex.
You can almost hear him say, “I must pound her. I must pound her. I must show no emotion. I must pound her. Harder.”
At some point during the sex, he turns her over, face down like a fried egg in the skillet. I thought that during this brief intermission, their might be some conversation, or a joke told. Nope. The woman doesn’t even give the guy a “nice going” or some kind encouragement. She just wants MORE!
He quickly goes back into robot mode.
“I must pound her from the rear. I must pound her from this rear. It does not matter what side she is. I must pound her again and again.”
While the woman seems in heaven from all the thrusting, the guy looks like he is stuck on a hot subway in August. His face is as sour as a dill pickle.
As I watched the video, I felt bad for the dude. While he didn’t look very bright, he obviously spends a great deal of time at the gym, making his body buff. He is proud of his body, but when he jumps out of his clothes in one quick swoop, she hardly looks at him. If anything, she goes straight for his penis, the one muscle he didn’t work on in the gym. Is that what we are to women? A penis?
“I must pound her. I must pound her.”
I wanted to reach into my laptop and comfort the fellow.
“Relax, big guy. It is noble of you to want to give this nice lady several orgasms before you finish fixing the water pipes, but why not enjoy it yourself? I know what it is like to be a people pleaser, but sometimes you have to be a little selfish — to take care of yourself, too. Who knows? Maybe she might even enjoy seeing you having a little fun. It’s not all about her, you know?”
“Pound. Pound. Pound.’
My advice would fall on deaf ears. The filmmakers want him to be a robot. And the woman, despite being an educated woman (she wore glasses that she takes off early in the scene), is presented as self-absorbed and uncaring about the man’s pleasure. She WANTS him to be a machine. How else can you explain the constant cry for “Harder! Harder!” like she is a drill sergeant at Fort Bragg.
Men, let’s talk privately for a second. Seriously, how many of us can make love to a woman for three hours straight, in fifteen different positions, without… you know… having to come…
Is it any wonder this guy looks like he is constipated. He’s been pounding her for three hours, still waiting for her to have her fifth orgasm. He is a SAINT!
Ladies, is this fair? I have no idea why women complain about these types of pornographic films. The female character gets all the attention and has all the fun! The man is practically her love slave. He is expected to act like a soldier in combat, refusing to enjoy himself – just so he can bring the woman to sexual ecstasy and have her nearly pass out!
Sure, at the end, the guy comes too, but by then, he is so exhausted, numb, and out of it, I bet you he doesn’t know what is going on.
“Uh, wait a minute. Did I just come OR was that my foot falling asleep?”
And even after his orgasm, he still isn’t smiling. Of course not. He’s thinking, “Holy shit, tomorrow morning I have to f*ck this woman for another three hours!”
These movies do more harm to men than women. These ridiculous lovemaking scenes screw up the minds of men. Think about the messages being sent to your own sons, brothers, and husbands:
1) You have to keep it up for three hours and never orgasm until the woman faints from intense pleasure.
2) Every time you make love, you are expected to do it in several complicated standing positions which can give you knee problems later in life.
3) Sex is not really sex without giving her oral sex for an hour, no matter how uncomfortable it is for those with weaker jaws.
4) Lovemaking is all about getting the woman to come. The man must never enjoy himself or smile. The man’s role is to be a human sledgehammer and repeatedly hitting her in the correct spot, like those Whack-a-Mole games.
5) And the most pathetic thing, is after all this work — and I mean hard, physical labor — the man isn’t even allowed to have his orgasm INSIDE the woman. No, he has to quickly pull himself out, so he comes all over the place, ruining the good sheets he just bought at Target. What the hell is that all about? Men like to have clean sheets too!
Seeing these porno films has made me lose interest in sex. I can understand why women want sex, but what man really wants to go through all that effort, especially when he has HBO?
And god forbid, a guy has sex and doesn’t make it all the way through the three hour/twenty position love-fest! He feels all guilty and inadequate.
“Oh, you were fine,” the woman says.
Yeah, sure. We know the truth. You really want the robotic guy in the porno film.