Tonight I'd considered - and perhaps I'm still considering - visiting a strip club to see my favorite pornstar. I realize there is something inexplicably strange about this. Something rapey, something voyeuristic, something predatory. Of course, to me, none of these things come to mind, but to an outside observer my motives seem less than pure. Is there something inherently wrong with wanting to see an admired performer? I don't question it when seeing a traveling musician, so why then is it different to see a traveling pornstar? Well, the obvious answer is sex; a pornstar, a performer of sexual acts, if admired, becomes an object of sexual desire. To go see said performer is to drool, to have a dollop of precum dribble out from my dastardly dickhead as I grunt and groan and watch her dance in my lap. But still, why is this strange? Sex and arousal are two of the most innately human experiences. We seek arousal in performance; in drama, music, cinema, art. Why is objectifying a woman, a willingly objectifiable participant, wrong?
Perhaps my concern is being let down. What if she's a bitch? What if she's strange? What if I can't jerk it to her anymore? They say you should never meet your heroes. Does this apply to pornstars too?
I feel like Robert De Niro in Taxi Driver. I wonder, are these thoughts unhealthy?
"You're only as healthy as you feel."
No comments:
Post a Comment