Tuesday, February 24, 2009

I Love DVD Porn


I know it's all the rage for the kids to get their kicks on the internets with free porn, but I think I'm migrating back towards good ol' DVDs for a while. The phishing and adware and other badness associated with online porn is just too much hassle to deal with, and -- let's be honest -- most of the fare is pretty lame. DVDs are more secure, more discrete AND more discreet, and you can hide them from your kids in the Civil War History Channel box set where they'd never think to look.

Besides, there's some tasty stuff out there, recently. A lot of cool porn parodies just hit the market, and the larger players are putting together more feature (as opposed to gonzo) stuff. Wicked did some amazing things last year with director Brad Armstrong, Adam & Eve has got the power-blonde duo of Bree Olson and Kayden Kross pumping out creamy goodness on a monthly basis, and Vivid and Hustler are putting out some good stuff, too. If you haven't seen "Who's Nailin' Paylin?" You've got some homework to do.

Sure, it might be easier to just sit and whack away over your keyboard, but let's respect the masturbatory experience, shall we? Good porn, like good literary erotica, is an art, albeit a highly commercialized and often poorly produced art. And art usually costs more, especially when the alternative is free. But spending a couple of extra bucks to get some high quality porn is preferable to a night of unfulfilling website hunting where every third video is that tacky Paris Hilton thing or "two girls and a cup" (if you don't get that reference, count yourself blessed.)

Catching a whole porn DVD is a lot more satisfying than hitting up some crappy free adult movies site, getting spun around to a bunch of re-directs, picking up a couple of nasty trojans and such on the way, and then getting busted by wife and/or kids when you forget to clear your search history.

DVDs are just classier, somehow, and help put jerkin' the gherkin in the realm of sensual erotic experience, as opposed to a guilt-ridden exercise in self-satisfaction.

Besides, it's nasty to encounter a sticky mouse. Just my thoughts. What are yours?

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