Lord Ellpus wrote:My wife came home with a rampant rabbit! Apparently they were all the rage on Sex and the City.
It chewed through the wiring, peed on the carpet and escaped through the cat flap.
Bloody strange way to pep up one's sex life.
OMG! DLowan! Poor Bunny....
babsatamelia wrote:You silly rabbit ... now you know I meant more than one opinion, not a**holes. 
My poor beloved and dearest friend has a rare hereditary disease called familial adenomatous polyposis where her entire colon is carpeted with THOUSANDS of polyps.... and the chance of the polyps becoming cancer is like 100%. During the surgery, her surgeon had to remove not only the entire colon, but also the rectum AND the a**hole too.
So, she (God bless her) doesn't even have ONE!! She was actually able to make a joke about it the other day. She said that she feels kind of like
a stuffed animal ( a teddy bear or something ) because there isn't any
hole on the bottom anymore.
I have no words. Poor woman. Yikes.
The next time I take a poopie, I will think about how blessed I am.
It takes cases of this sort to treat your bum with some respect.
http://www.abc.net.au/science/news/stories/s1386177.htm
"Looking at pornographic images of men and women together can increase the quality of a man's sperm, a new study suggests"
ahh how nice
Dr McKee said porn users reported it had taught them "to be more relaxed about their sexuality" and marriages were healthier, while porn made people think about another person's pleasure and made them less judgmental about body shapes
I think the discovery was not that watching porn increases the quality of a man's sperm but that the masturbation that often follows does so. And that this might, in evolutionary terms, explain its near universality.
It makes sense that training improves..
I've noticed that if you make a habit of spitting your saliva will gather faster in your mouth...
But a thing that has a direct effect on the sperm quality, or maybe spermcount, is temperature.
The human body is approx. 37,7 degrees celsius. At that temperature the testicles do not produce sperm, only blanks. A few degrees colder, and the sperm is produced, and the quality will only increase the colder it gets, though not infinitely.
So you're saying blue balls are best?
Confession time:
I view porn images of men and women copulating, with about the same level of interest as watching a scientific nature programme. In fact, scrap that, because there is a difference. I find it hard to take porn seriously. I mean that I find a lot of porn bloody hilarious. I look at the two poor slobs trying to get it on in front of a shabby film-crew and all I can be is thankful that I'm not the one trying to get an erection while some tw@ asks my date to 'lift her tits a bit higher.'
I'm not saying that the sight of a woman with her legs spread does nothing to me. I admit it does. Lust is natural. But
An Italian woman (who I swear must have been related to Sophia Loren) once fed me a supper of chicken breasts cooked in Madera wine and coated in rich, moist truffles. In between bites, I was offered bulls blood wine and purple grapes. It was the first time in my life that anyone really made me feel passion (I was nineteen). It was seduction of course, triggered by senses over load, right? The food. The wine. The heat. Her shape under that thin summer dress. The fact that I was in a foreign land (not Italy, but in the med). Wow - all very vivid.
Yeah. But the thing I'll always remember is her smell as she leant over me. How her smell made me feel -
I haven't the skill to describe it but it's enough to say that right then, I felt really alive.
I'd say that right now, I'm a fairly independent (sometimes lonely- but also wishing to be alone) kind of individual. I confess that occasionally I use the memory of that woman in a sexual fashion. She has become my fantasy excelsior. My Aphrodite.
I don't give myself a hard time over using her memory in this way - after all, I have no doubts that if she knew, she'd be only too flattered.
Why porn dealers would think that watching two doped up people struggling to earn a living under harsh lights might get me turned on, I have no idea. It all seems a bit old fashioned somehow. A formula.
I find that there's a lot of difference between feelings of lust and feelings of desire.
In my mind, lust is tied up with locker-room porn clippings. Strip clubs. Centre-folds. Porn movies.
I can tell you now that there is, in my opinion, a degree of nastiness in there when you get a lot of men (the macho end of the male variant) talking about women involved in sexually explicit porn. This is where I can see disrespect for women. Men tend to hate what they can't have. Hate and lust over it. I've seen men throwing darts at a spread centre-fold pinned to the wall. Trying to penetrate the vagina. (Nice enough lads really, but bored out of their ***king brains.)
Desire is something else.
For me, being very close to a desirable woman; making eye contact that confirms it's a two-way attraction; even the memory of those things. Wow.
Maybe it's the idea of two people having sex on a set with a filmcrew under harsh lights that is the thing that turns some people on. More than the sight of the bodies. The feeling of being alowed to watch. Kinda like spying on a couple. Being part of their intimacy. I don't know. I mean I don't have a problem with mates that look at porn and they don't have a problem with me because I'm not that interested.
Glad to be back on the boards, Endy
ps Man, if you were never fed grapes by a beautiful Italian woman when you were 19 years old, you've never had a full erection. I kid you not.
Okay, so maybe it was just the truffles!
Great aphrodisiacs!
ENDYMION wrote:Okay, so maybe it was just the truffles!
It was just the truffles.
In a comparable situation, you just change nationality and the age and you can get it again.
Endymion, your confessions brings to point another important factor, and this is true wether the actors on film are having graphic sex or a coreographed kung fu fight.
The point is engagement. If you're wathcing the latest bond movie with the attitude you described towards porn, it becomes pretty hillarious too. A middle aged man making grimaces to a camera while action flares on the bluescreen behind him. It is the very same thing.
Wether you are watching porn or actionfilms, if you don't put something into it it's just boring. For myself, the actual film, regardless of genre, is not neccesarily good. It is the interplay between my reactions and the film that makes it interesting, wether or not I can relate to it in some way.
Example: Picture a scene where a woman does nothing more than taking a shower. Might be boring, but if you were to imagine that you were not watching her on film, but through an open window or something like that, it may become much more interesting.
I am sure that if you were to come across a pornographic film that had similar elements in it as you describe in your experience, it would trigger those memories, and the film would be much better than if you'd never experienced this italian beauty you describe.
Endy, well put. You state more elaborately (and with appropriate documentation) what I suggested eariler about the limitations of pornography with its exclusively visual orientation and failure to acknowledge the role of the other senses.
I too cannot take porn seriously, but, then, I can't get a hard-on while watching a scientific film.
Try eating a truffle salad.
ENDYMION wrote:Confession time:
I view porn images of men and women copulating, with about the same level of interest as watching a scientific nature programme. In fact, scrap that, because there is a difference. I find it hard to take porn seriously. I mean that I find a lot of porn bloody hilarious. I look at the two poor slobs trying to get it on in front of a shabby film-crew and all I can be is thankful that I'm not the one trying to get an erection while some tw@ asks my date to 'lift her tits a bit higher.'
I'm not saying that the sight of a woman with her legs spread does nothing to me. I admit it does. Lust is natural. But
An Italian woman (who I swear must have been related to Sophia Loren) once fed me a supper of chicken breasts cooked in Madera wine and coated in rich, moist truffles. In between bites, I was offered bulls blood wine and purple grapes. It was the first time in my life that anyone really made me feel passion (I was nineteen). It was seduction of course, triggered by senses over load, right? The food. The wine. The heat. Her shape under that thin summer dress. The fact that I was in a foreign land (not Italy, but in the med). Wow - all very vivid.
Yeah. But the thing I'll always remember is her smell as she leant over me. How her smell made me feel -
I haven't the skill to describe it but it's enough to say that right then, I felt really alive.
I'd say that right now, I'm a fairly independent (sometimes lonely- but also wishing to be alone) kind of individual. I confess that occasionally I use the memory of that woman in a sexual fashion. She has become my fantasy excelsior. My Aphrodite.
I don't give myself a hard time over using her memory in this way - after all, I have no doubts that if she knew, she'd be only too flattered.
Why porn dealers would think that watching two doped up people struggling to earn a living under harsh lights might get me turned on, I have no idea. It all seems a bit old fashioned somehow. A formula.
I find that there's a lot of difference between feelings of lust and feelings of desire.
In my mind, lust is tied up with locker-room porn clippings. Strip clubs. Centre-folds. Porn movies.
I can tell you now that there is, in my opinion, a degree of nastiness in there when you get a lot of men (the macho end of the male variant) talking about women involved in sexually explicit porn. This is where I can see disrespect for women. Men tend to hate what they can't have. Hate and lust over it. I've seen men throwing darts at a spread centre-fold pinned to the wall. Trying to penetrate the vagina. (Nice enough lads really, but bored out of their ***king brains.)
Desire is something else.
For me, being very close to a desirable woman; making eye contact that confirms it's a two-way attraction; even the memory of those things. Wow.
Maybe it's the idea of two people having sex on a set with a filmcrew under harsh lights that is the thing that turns some people on. More than the sight of the bodies. The feeling of being alowed to watch. Kinda like spying on a couple. Being part of their intimacy. I don't know. I mean I don't have a problem with mates that look at porn and they don't have a problem with me because I'm not that interested.
Glad to be back on the boards, Endy
ps Man, if you were never fed grapes by a beautiful Italian woman when you were 19 years old, you've never had a full erection. I kid you not.
Okay, so maybe it was just the truffles!
Great aphrodisiacs!
Excellent post and I wish there were more men out there that thought this way!
I think you guys are getting too scientific on this. This really is much simpler - porn is an ART, and like with every art there is a GREAT art and the rest.
And as an Art, it should be FELT, Experienced, NOT analysed. As soon as the mind interferes, the TRUE impression is lost, and what is left is "cold logic", which has nothing to do with original feelings.
Unfortunately, 90 or 95% of the porn movies out there are primitive and fake stories, and majority of porn actresses are frigid prostitutes molded out of silicon, which makes it altogether a pitiful spectacle. But fortunately there is still 5% which are a GREAT ART, simply because they are natural, shameless, with emotions and feelings brought to such an extreme that the couple merge together as if it were a single fiery lump of passion...
I admit there might be people who are notionally "allergic" to porn mainly due to the rational(!) prejudices and/or upbringing. But if watching this kind of passion leaves you cold-blooded guys, I am sorry, I would not even call you a man! )))
ENDYMION's story to me is a clear case - he is hooked to a fantasy. He idealizes a woman he could never have. One great writer said that fantasizing about being intimate with a woman (no matter how beautiful she is) is always greater and more pleasant than being with her in reality. I can't say I am 100% agree with that, but in my modest experience - 99% is true, and hence a good porn is a great catalyst to vigorous fantasy and a source of inspiration for creative men.
Iamwell
Interesting handle you've given yourself, I am well.
Art you say? Maybe some. In Norway we have a magazine called Cupido, and it is the only one that can show intimate nudity without a black blur obscuring genitalia (up until a week ago, when the blur was removed by the supreme court). The reason is that it is classified as art.
I agree that porn can be art, but it isn't automaticallt art just because it's porn. I seriously doubt that the pepole who make it think: "lets make some really provokative art". I think their line of thought is more like: "Let's see what people get off on, and mass produce that so we can make a lot of money".
Do you suppose Edvard Munch thought like that, or Beethoven?
98% of art is not art.
But that is a discussion I don't want to go into. Only wanted to make the point.
