Do you watch porn?
People ask sometimes, "Do you watch porn?" And my answer, pretty simply, is no. Not anymore. There was a time, years ago, when I did. I think a lot of us go through that phase, right? It is easy to get pulled in, it is everywhere, and at first glance, it feels exciting, thrilling, even a little rebellious. And sure, visually, it can be stimulating or entertaining, but over time, I learned something really important. It is not real.
Porn creates this whole fantasy world that honestly does more damage than good, especially when it comes to real, meaningful sexual relationships. The reality is, you’re never going to last hours on end like they do in videos, or move the way they move, or feel the exact things they make it look like you should feel. It is scripted, edited, exaggerated.
And when you start measuring real intimacy against that fake highlight reel. You set yourself up for disappointment. You find yourself comparing your body, your partner, your experience, and it steals away the genuine, soul deep connection that real intimacy is meant to bring.
Over time, I realized how much it was actually taking away from my relationships rather than adding anything. It created expectations that weren’t fair or real. It made true, raw, honest connection feel somehow, "less than," when in reality, it is so much more.
Even now, I don’t really enjoy erotic photos the way I used to. Sure, I can appreciate the beauty of the human form, there’s no denying that some photos are true works of art. But they aren’t what I seek out anymore. They aren’t what fills me up, what moves me, what I crave in my life today.
What I want now is real touch. Real emotion. Real intimacy. The kind that can't be captured in a staged scene or frozen in a glossy photo. The kind that happens in stolen glances, lingering touches, whispered words, and unplanned, breathless moments.
So no, I don’t watch porn. Not because I’m judging anyone who does, but because for me, life and love, tastes so much sweeter without it.