Incomplete Pornification. A Project.

Last week I interviewed a porn performer/director/business owner -

CJ Wright but I won’t link to his site because it is NOT EVEN A LITTLE SAFE FOR WORK

- and together we came to the conclusion that the pornification of our culture is woefully incomplete.

What??

What I mean is that the actual experience and vision underlying porn as an industry and pornification as a cultural force is partial and inadequate.

(I’m embroidering upon CJ’s experience here and making my own tapestry: CJ’s work is a little genre-busting in his niche – fat women – and so he can speak eloquently on why his work gets marginalized or dismissed within the porn industry; but his porn vision is still young, male, dick-centred, PIV sexuality. That’s who he is and so that’s what his porn is.)

(Talk about dowhatchaloveandthemoneywillcome.)

Porn – as pointed out by the delicious Cindy Gallop in her TED talk and at makelovenotporn.com –  takes one experience, one gaze, and generalizes that particular experience of sex to mean sex, generally.

In short, what gets a young male heterosexual’s dick hard has now come to mean sexuality.

So yes, our current understandings and representations of sex are just sad and undernourished.

They’re not reverent. Not terribly joyous. Kinda boring. And man, the decor is fucking AWFUL.

I can’t get past that. I could blame my discomfort on lingering, ingrained second-wave anti-porn ideas, but I’d prefer to target the horrific hotel rooms because they are the antithesis of sexy.

So I get Alan Moore‘s simultaneous exuberance for the function of porn (“function” – could I have made that less sexy?) and exasperation with the lack of art and intelligence in pornography. I understand the aesthete’s argument. I understand how impoverished porn is to an artistic, thinking guy like Alan Moore.

I just don’t think everything has to be rich and complex and beautiful and challenging.

Not everything has to be art. Not everything has to be substantial. Not everything has to be dinner. Sometimes it is just Cheerios and a dash out the door.

And that is okay.

But imagine if there were other options. Other visions of sexuality and sexual attitudes and joyous, libidinous sexual expression.

There are.

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Kelly Diels I'm Kelly Diels. I'm a writer, the founder of Cleavage (The Lines that Shape Us), and I wrote this blog post just for you. You can also find me on Twitter and darlin', please do. xoxo, K

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