You can skip this post and not be any worse off, the conservatives,
I mean. Because I am going to talk about a multi-billion dollar industry that
we have all sponsored some time or the other. Maybe, you’ve guessed it, maybe
not. Its porn. Pornography, if you want to be precise. And referred fondly as
Panu, Pondi and what not by eons of faithful followers.
This is not one of the hypocritical posts where the author
dons the holier-than-thou robes and condemns all sins of the flesh and hand. No
sir. Not at all. Rather, this post is to extol the virtues of porn. Yeah, you
knew it all along, didn’t you, that porn was good?
There are many who claim that watching porn frees their
mind. Obviously, it has enormous distracting powers, and half an hour of
“healthy porn” (you get to define what is healthy for you), does you a world of
good in these stress ridden times. I had a filmmaker friend who used to say
that porn helped him think better. He said storylines gelled much better, he
thought better and he was at his creative best, after.
And what about those poor inexperienced married couples who
took bedroom lessons from the porn DVDs their friends lent them? Well, let’s be
optimistic here and hope that at least half of them benefit. That’s like
hundreds and thousands of hours of torrid sex and trillions, okay, millions of
orgasms. The rest, there’s always a limit to spoon-feeding. You can be good at
theory but suck in practicals. Oops, wrong word.
Right from the dreams of the teenager to the night-time
screenings of the adult, to the bored couple in need of adventure, porn has sheltered
the night-time fantasies of many a sleepless soul. And as a mark of appreciation and
acknowledgment, here’s a collective cheer to porn!
