I have a somewhat special relationship to porn – since I was sort of enlightened about it.
As a teenager, I once surprised my father while watching porn in the afternoon. He thought no one was home. And so he put on the VHS in the living room and watched hot scenes. Until I stood in the door. We both had a good look there. My father said later that he didn’t know exactly what to do. If he’s freaking out and embarrassed, I might think sex is a little dirty. So he acted like it was normal. And as a teenager I didn’t want to show any vulnerability and just sat down and watched.
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