when porn becomes sex

Pornography, the commodification of sex and voyeurism, as old as trade itself. We can all agree that pornos are a cultural blemish. I mean, I can admit I watch porn, probably even considered an above-average consumer of it, so this isn't manifesting from some smug hypocrisy. This is self-reflexive.

One of the last remaining vices of mine is my porn habit. To be honest, I'm feeling kinda vulnerable airing this out. But, as myself a microcosm, how can I transition toward sincerity if I'm unwilling to wholly confide in my brothers and sisters? How can empathy be achieved if duplicity still arrests us?

Our root is reproduction, and thus, all of us are binded and founded in sex. The act of sex consummates reproduction, cycling change -- change, the universal foundation of life. The Orgasm is the elementary basis for hyper-reality, was one of my earliest postulations. The prevalence of sex is undeniable, and as the ultimate, the root, the perversification of sex was inescapable, but necessary. Hardcore porn represents this ultimate perversion, degrading us, as well as the act, to objects -- ravaging the humanity of intercourse and substituting it with glossed contrivance and emotional divorce.

To say the voyeuristic commodification of sex will dissipate anytime soon is idealistically naive. But, amateur porn signifies at least a potential movement toward the sincere celebration of sex, the flesh, and the temple of the body. Now, of course, amateur porn has been around the block as long as video porn has, but I'm referring more specifically to sites that are based around submission of amateur sex tapes (youporn, pornotube, etc.) Most of these networks are more preliminary glimpses into what can be, and are still inundated with professional smut, but are intriguing in that many of the videos are just couples experimenting, having fun and simply... having sex.

If we come to finally admit the real place of sex within our existence, porn will no longer be porn. We'll no longer need porn stars, or their fake breasts and disingenuous moans, or tacky high heels. The channel can simply become people having sex, some in a relationship, some in love, some just curious, but all in sincerity. When it just becomes sex, the celebration of love becomes possible.