I was recently asked about what I use to get off. My immediate response was, I don’t masterbate so I don’t use anything. While that’s true, it’s also a defensive remark that doesn’t supply the requested information. So I’ve thought about it some and here’s what I’ve come up with…
When I was a youth (pronounced yewt) I used to listen to particular songs over and over again and imagine myself in the lyrics. Sometimes they were dark, sometimes they were sad, mostly they were Emo (before there was such a thing). I was a highly sexual and severly angsty kid, so it’s not shocking that the following were some of my favs: Depeche Mode’s Master And Servant, Little 15, Fly on the Windscreen, Strange Love, A Question of Time, The Outfield’s Shelter Me, Jane’s Addiction’s Jane Says, Pink Floyd’s Comfortably Numb and Tiffany’s I Think We’re Alone Now. You know, it wasn’t until I was in my late-20s that I learned that was originally a Beatles song. I felt so betrayed and foolish for about 20 minutes until I remembered it was Tiffany and I was 14.
Aside from music, I was ‘inspired’ by my father’s late 70′s and early 80′s Penthouse collection – especially the forums. In one particular issue there was an S/M mini-issue pullout. The women were gorgeous and the leather was so fucking hot I nearly wore the ink off the pages with my constant reference.
When I hit college, I pretty much stopped masterbating. I learned I couldn’t get off by myself so I just stopped trying. Sure, I think about hot stuff from time to time - and I enjoy really pretty porn like this, this, this and definately this - it’s just not very common for me.
The Penthouse of the 70s and 80s was core material for me as well. My interests in beastiality, anal sex, bdsm, and toy play largely found their form through the wonderful writing and photo shoots of the time. I find it funny now to realise in hindsight that while the average kids were sneaking off to watch Porky’s and similar movies, I was having far more interesting internal fantasies.
*sigh* No accounting for vanilla interests I guess.
An excellent selection of erotic pictures. I admit that JT’s Stockroom is a delightful site to visit even if I’m not buying. But I have to admit that I’m finally kind of burned out by most photography and writing now. Where are the Eric Kroll’s of our time? No doubt off shooting waif thin girls with too much ink and unbalanced numbers of piercings… I know a lot of models, a lot of talented photographers, but they are buried in an avalanche of wannabe porn and poorly done shots that blur together.
And the action porn… ugh. Yes, a bit of everything for everyone if you don’t mind first wading through the 90% that is all one monoculture of poorly done material. Even finding writing on really excellent topics, even if you accept bad writing, is very difficult for me.
Does that mean I’m finally too specialised? Is the fate of sexual omnivores to discover that some rare tastes are in fact more enjoyable than the daily meat and potatoes? Or perhaps it’s just a sad fact that sometimes to have erotica you must create it for yourself.