About a year ago I sat in the small living room of a porn couple. The husband was the director, his wife the main earner, and in front of me screened their latest opus. It was just the three of us as the movie unfolded (I was being given a sneak preview), and at one point I said to the husband, “Is she sucking your dick in this shot?” (His character had been wearing a mask.)
I often pause, with my pen and notebook in hand, and ponder the question I just asked. Did I ever imagine myself uttering such things when I was studying for my Bar Mitzvah?
Lest anyone feel personally offended by my relating that story, know that I was in that situation at least three different times last year.
Watching porn with other adults, whether in large or small groups, is rarely done anymore, and always feels awkward. At least it does for me. I can watch people being filmed having sex for hours on end (and often do) in a room filled with people, but watching the finished product with more than one special person is an occasion of creeping creepiness.
A recent commenter alerted me to the fact that there is a small body of work on this site addressing this very issue, and it gave me a chance to update with galleries some stories that were damaged in my server transition.
- Watching “Pirates 2” in a roomful of people
- Watching “Operation: Desert Stormy” in a roomful of people
- Watching “The Violation of Claudia” in a roomful of people
- Watching “Voluptuous Biker Babes” in a roomful of people
Previously on Porn Valley Observed: Time to make the donuts with Amy Fisher; Humb Day with Lupe Fuentes
I’m 100% sure I wouldn’t want to watch anything resembling porn in a room full of people, or even just more than one other person (a femme of like mind, natch). There are very few porns nowadays that even remotely-resemble actual (mainstream) movies, in terms of story and plot, so the only legitimate reason to watch porn (that doesn’t include professionally critical reporting, of course) is for personal sexual gratification. I don’t know about you, but that ain’t happening here.
I have no problem watching porn with strangers, people I know (except for immediate family members), but I can’t watch my own stuff alone or in groups. I cringe when I hear myself reciting lines. Plus, when the camera pans down, I’m like, “geez i have no ass, and a fat tummy! It’s suppolsed to be the other way around!” This was all 20+ years ago, I’ve been retired for a long time now.
Oh, I don’t know, my best friends and I will occasionally buy a bottle of wine and watch porn for nothing more than amusement and snarky, MST3K-style commentary.
I think that 15,000 people just invited themselves over your house next Sunday.
I grew up in Sarasota, home of “Pee Wee’s Playhouse,” on Stickney Point Road, where Paul Rubens was caught “bein’ wacky” and/or “gettin’ nutty” by the local police department. Naturally it got me curious about the establishment (I was 17 when it happened), so me and a couple buddies went after we became of age and had our first and last experience in an actual porn theatre. It looked straight out of the General Cinema at Gulf Gate Mall except Savannah and Heather Hart were on the screen and retirees from Michigan were stroking it all around us.
I know current generation must look at mine and find it archaic that as teens we’d do anything to get our hands on porn and that it was like gold in its pursuit and value, and that even as adults it was a matter of actually interacting with strangers to rent tapes or buy magazines, but I still am thankful that at least we didn’t have to jerk off in amphitheatre-style seating.
“I think that 15,000 people just invited themselves over your house next Sunday.”
That’s fine, I’ll charge ten bucks at the door and even split three ways I’ll still have enough to buy a house.
I see. Duamuteffe apparently lives in a place where people can purchase houses to watch obscene material for non-obscene amounts of money.
I live in the sticks.