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Isn't it though. A few years ago I bought a penthouse - reliving my teenage years. It was grotesque. I remember Playboy and Penthouse 15-20 years ago and the photos were... I don't know how to describe it... pictures of attractive women without their clothes on. Now they're like medical texts, women as contortionists with every last part of their anatomy exposed. I have no use for it, it sickens me.
I hear that, although I don't find Playboy all that bad. But the worst for me, even when I was a teenager, was Hustler. Ugh. For a while I had certain titles that I picked up, lingerie photos from Playboy, mainly, because I thought they were far more whatever I thought I liked than the gynononsense.
It's a little ironic that, after I got the internet all those years ago and did the month long "type in any word and see what inappropriate contento page it finds" I grew tired of being able to see anything I wanted - or didn't want. In the end I surfed through the pages just to find the occasional tasteful photo or movie.
Which is why I tend to think the reason inappropriate content IS such a draw to some people is precisely because we say it shouldn't be. Some folks like the idea of naughty far more than the naughty. I did, anyway. And once you get bored with the idea, things get back into balance.
My brother, a terribly attractive man by all standards (punk, hate him) once asked me very sincerely how one does NOT cheat on the woman they love. He would be accosted just about anywhere he went, and frankly few guys are strong enough to turn that down EVERY time. It's a tough question for him, and I, being the ugliest man in the world had little good advice to give. I get hit on about as often as Haley's comet passes by. What I told him was that the his...male bits... don't care where the action is coming from. It's the mind that you have to conquer. Is the feeling of a strange woman really THAT much better than the woman you love? Is it ANY better? Not really.There is some variation, but seriously, it's not like each girl is a new species or something. You have to tranfer that immediate reaction to a more sublime pattern of thinking. Flirting is fun enough, but save the real for when you are alone with your lady, then let it explode. Hey, works for me...I imagine.
My wife and I will occasionally play the "would do him/her if I were dead?" game. You have to have control of your ego, but you actually end up learning a heck of a lot from it, not about sexual preference, but about what your partner finds compelling in certain people. As often as not it's nothing physical, and it's a character trait you may be able to incoporate into your own (it's almost always something positive. If not you just laugh at her and move on...). If nothing else it gets you even closer to the person you are building a life with, and somehow it makes it easier to trust them. If I know her "secrets" they don't threaten me.
Back when I was a rocknroller I would actually find myself in situations where some woman was maybe making some suggestive this and thats. I found that going home and telling my wife about them somehow made the ideas that creep into any healthy man's mind dissipate almost immediately. I can actually say that in almost 20 years I have not cheated on my wife. It's not a boast, but when I look at the people around me in my life it's frighteningly rare.
When I was nine a boy named Jeffry called me a potato chip and started crying...
Ooopps. Sorry bout that. Got a bit carried away.