A friend of mine is setting up a website with some of her friends for feminist (mostly queer) porn. I'm straight, and she asked me if I wanted to be in it, with or without my boyfriend of two years. After clarifying that I wouldn't be making porn with people I didn't want to do it with, and that I like it a lot rougher than would be traditionally considered "feminist," she said that anything I wanted to do was fine.
I discussed this with my boyfriend and he is more than willing to do itbut he said that it is my decision. I've taken a lot of naked/sexual/whatever pictures of myself for him, and I'm not particularly self-conscious about being photographed naked or even in sexual situations. I certainly enjoy my fair share of porn, and I'm not averse to giving back to the genre. I also think that the risk that someone would stumble across a predominantly lesbian porn site and associate me in everyday life with some girl with a nipple ring getting face fucked is slim to none.
Despite all this rationalization, I still feel uneasy. I am 20 years old and have no intention of running for public office, so if there is any time to do something like being in porn it is now. However, I still feel like something as permanent as pictures taken by other people for other people will end up where I don't want them to be. I don't feel like my friend and boyfriend are pressuring me to be on the site, but I do feel that since they have no issues with making porn for public consumption there is some repression that is holding me back. Or maybe they are the ones being ridiculous and I am being sensible. What do you think?
Pondering Over Revealing Nudity
I think you should shut the fuck up, that's what I think. Blah blah fuckin' blah! By the time you finish talking about whether or not you're gonna splash your tits all over your friend's feminist/mostly-queer porn site you're going to be so old that no one is going to want to see your tits. It's abundantly clear that you're not comfortable with the idea of doing porn, PORN, and your reasons are rock solid. Pictures are permanent; lesbian action fans, most of them straight men, will find their way to your friend's porn site; your pictures will end up on dozens or hundreds of other websites. So don't do porn! Save those naked photos for your boyfriend, drop the whole tortured undergrad routine, and go back to being one of the tens of millions of anonymous porn consumers out there.
And finally, kiddo, consuming porn doesn't obligate a person to "give back" to the genreand thank God for that. If everyone who consumed porn "gave back" we would have to wade through mountains of porn featuring pudgy, middle-aged guys before we found anything even remotely hot. Eesh.
I broke up with this woman recently because I could not stand to kiss her. I couldn't stand for her to stick her tongue in my mouth because her saliva had a bad taste. Saliva is supposed to be tasteless and odorless. I know why this woman's saliva had a bad taste. She had bacteria in her mouth, a lot of it, due to bad oral hygiene. I will not date, kiss, or make love to a woman who does not take care of her mouth! Call me anal, but I brush at least twice a day, I floss at least once a day, and I use a mouthwash at least twice a day. Kissing somebody is more intimate than fucking, and it's not pleasant if your partner has smelly spit. I brought this up to her as delicately as I could, but she got pissy and defensive about it, so I broke up with her. I don't want some woman's smelly, bacteria-laden tongue in my mouth. Yuck. Right or wrong?
Only Rinsers Allowed, Ladies
Right, I suppose. You aren't required to kiss anyone whose oral hygiene doesn't entirely meet with your high standards, ORAL, and if a woman's failure to brush twice a day, floss at least once a day, and use mouthwash is a deal breaker for you, then it's a deal breaker for you. I don't see how my opinion matters much. I would, however, challenge you on one thing: Saliva is not tasteless and odorless. People, like soda pop, come in all sorts of flavors. If you're holding out for a woman whose saliva tastes like bottled water, ORAL, you're going to be one lonely dude.
As someone working in the mental-health field, I can't tell you how impressed I was with your response to "Wrapped Up." You will recall the obviously troubled young woman who weighs 103 pounds and who is "repulsed" by the sight of her own body. I was impressed not so much by your sensitivity to the boyfriend's want of an entirely naked love object, as much as I was astounded by your cruelty to this woman. You called her a "nut case," remember? A mere glance at a body mass index chart will tell you that she quite probably suffers from anorexia nervosa, and her extremely negative perception of her own body possibly qualifies as body dysmorphic disorder. Just so you know, these are two very complicated and potentially life-threatening mental illnesses. I have no idea why this person sought you out for the help she needs. After all, you're a homosexual. Until 1973 homosexuals were considered "nut cases" according to the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders. Prior to 1973, sex columnists such as yourselfnot bound, apparently, by any code of ethics whatsoevercould have referred to you as a "nut case" simply for being gay. Technically you are no longer a "nut case," but I can call you a "dipshit." There now. How did that feel?
Psychiatric Social Worker
Eh. I've been called worse.
But let's not dwell on our disagreements, PSW, let's focus on our shared professional assessment of Wrapped Up: That nut case has problems, we both agree, which is why I advised her to "get her ass to a shrink already." I did not simply call her a nut case and leave it at that. This nut case needs help and I told her to go get help. And, yes, I called her a nut case, PSW, but sometimes a nut case needs to be told they're nuts before they'll go and get help. Some nut cases need a kick in the ass, PSW, and not some mewling pussyexcuse me, "someone working in the mental-health field"drooling empathy all over their laps.
I am glad you wrote in, however, as your letter gives me an opportunity to remind the handful of empathetic sissies among my readers of something important: The people who send me letters read my column. Ka-duh. They know that my advice doesn't come premasticated. If I were swiping Carolyn Hax's mail, or Amy Dickenson's, and beating the shit out of people who weren't seeking my advice, well, then you'd have a beef. But people who write me? They know what I'm like, dumbfucks.
As for the qualifications issue, this is an advice column. When you look up advice in the dictionary it says "opinion about what could or should be done." The only qualification you need to give advice is having been asked for it. If WU wanted to ask some useless, prissy clenchbutt for his opinion, then she could have asked someone working in the mental-health field what he thought. She didn't, though. She asked me.
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