Porn: Liberated, Waxed and Pissed / by Marcos Durán

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I love porn! In truth we all love it.
I’m more into amateurism, not the big production companies with the stubborn desire to make it more precious. Porn shouldn’t have a script, because we have the desperate habit of playing it forward until the part that interests us arrives.
I want to make it clear and as a Manifesto that I love porn!
Because it has always been the best companion to loneliness. Porn has saved me from boredom, stress, my hysterics and all my fits. So much that I dedicate myself to doing what I do best: I give myself a good hand job.
Having someone give you a handjob is nice, but there’s nothing better than being in control of yourself.
Long live jerk-offs! We should go out and defend our jerk-offs as we defend politics or religions.
I define myself as a pornographer, because my mind thinks about porn 24 hours a day! That’s how it goes through everyone’s head and come on! That’s nothing out of the ordinary!
Mine didn’t start in adolescence but in my early adulthood.
During my adolescence I was more concerned about my homosexuality than about masturbation – I don’t have a problem talking about it either – the truth is I’ve never been an “ultragirly” but I love to define myself as an “out of control pen”. (Because of the writing and because I’m a faggot).
When I was a kid I read erotic stories from a magazine that I have no idea what its name is, which I bought with a lot of embarrassment in a kiosk not so close to my building so as not to arouse suspicions that I was a consumer of porn. I was never one of those who hid porn under the mattress; and not out of self-censorship; but I was educated in a religious school, so I thought it was not appropriate to leave them on the desk. Nor did I ever think that watching porn and masturbating was a bad thing. I always liked it and still do.
Interestingly, today porn is perfectly classified on my external hard drive. A wonderful video library that I am very proud of.
The truth is that I prefer porn in movies, because I like the easy stuff and not so much assumption or fantasy, nor so much thinking.
The first time I saw eroticism in print was a magical book that I found called The Art of Loving. I think that all of us (my generation) – whose parents were subscribed to the former circle of readers – have come across this illustrated wonder at some point in our lives. I remember those beautiful finely striped pubes of different calibers printed with Indian ink with which I was delirious…
I am a faithful lover of pubic beauty and a defender of what I have called “wild beauty”.  I have an armpit fetish and defend the growth of body hair in men and women. In case you don’t know, I’m a bearded man.
This is not a reading for sissies! It’s a manifesto of what we all want to read and which the shame of many won’t let them tell. Because I’ll tell you something: shaved, waxed genitals, etc. – really – and you know it, it’s a little disgusting.
Because, of course ! the pores open up, and that’s like licking the skin of a plucked chicken from a supermarket tray.
It’s a very “a la mode” aesthetic appreciation that I will explain to you one day.
After a few days, those pores become irritated, red, itchy, etc.
And don’t give me that “I do it for hygiene” Ladies and gentlemen, my balls don’t smell bad.
Women tell me that when they’re shaved, they pee their crotch! And I’ve always been curious about that, because of course, vaginal hairs are there, among other things, to decant the urine. I don’t think that’s the most convenient thing.
So I always wonder: why the fuck do they do it?
To me, the golden rain issue seems to be a totally respectable practice. But this thing of living life with a pissed crotch, gives me, I don’t know! the truth is I don’t want to think about it too much.
And as a man, I know that it is very uncomfortable to walk with a shredded groin.  Everyone is of course free to place their genitals as best suits them and fit their underwear.
As everything in this life is a matter of taste.
But let’s go on with porn and not with the genitals because they are not the subject of these lines.
After that sublime book, I found the first package of condoms. It illustrated the way to put them on, and believe me, that image of the erect penis drawn in a few lines represents one of the aesthetics that I have most admired in life.

From then on, adolescence arrived and the revelation appeared: TABOO.
I saw the Star Wars saga and Taboo at the same time. I remember that they were the only topics that were talked about in my school breaks. People wanted to be an intergalactic hero like Luke Skywalker, but at the same time they wanted to have Mike Ranger’s glorious penis.                               

From there began the traffic of betas and VHS’s hidden in the school bags.Going to the Video Clubs and seeing those shelves displaying their XXX tapes written in phosphorescent marker made my eyes jump up and down in ecstasy. I recommend something from that time: Mai Lin Vs Serena. Some young women who get into a small tub of fluorescent pink (worthy of being placed in a museum because I find it more interesting than a work by Jeff Koons) surrounded by men who jerk off in front of them with fantastic masks of golden lamé.

The scene of the first bukkake one sees in life is never forgotten! It’s better than the first kiss I swear to you, in my case I don’t know who it was with! It was not the first kiss that was transcendental in my life, but it was the first bukkake I saw!
Gay porn in those years was hard to come by, so like my other gay friends we had to make do with magazines and straight movies.
Until finally there was light behind the tunnel.

That glow is called Peter North.
One of my favorite straight movies is called The Pillow Man and it stars the man I just mentioned; who, as fate would have it, had some gay scenes in the 80’s, and to my amazement as a passive.
Well that was my first uncontrollable passion! Peter became the fantasy beyond Nirvana. When I was winged by the silver thread of Conny Mendez’s books to the earth, there was Miguel Angel Landa in a thong in all Venezuelan filmography, Franklyn Virgüez, a beautiful dark man and another legendary actor who was the main character of soap operas and who was called “Macuto”.
Of course the movie traffic did not stop and I remember arriving home with more than 10 titles exchanged with friends (there it did not matter if you were gay, straight or whatever) what mattered was the synopsis they told you about the movies, and thinking about how much self pleasure you could deserve.
Meanwhile, there would always be a knock on the door of the room with the million dollar question: What are you doing, so-and-so? Followed by: Dinner is served, come and eat! What a way to kill the vibe !Wasn’t it obvious? One was jerking off! Why didn’t they leave us alone!
I didn’t want to eat, I just wanted to jerk off!
I told you that I didn’t hide the porn.
What I did hide was: “Everybody” and believe me, the one who lost his memory about this is very bad.  “We all hid an old, worn-out flannel that we no longer used and served as a container for the liquid, sticky glory of each handjob. A flannel that contained one’s DNA. That flannel that got hard because it wasn’t washed often. Mine was white and had colored circles drawn on it that would turn yellow in every possible shade of yellow. Some of my friends wore their socks. Don’t let me tell you that they used paper napkins. NOBODY stopped in the middle of a jerk off to go to the bathroom to ejaculate in a toilet, let alone to get some toilet paper. The closest we had was the immaculate little old flannel! And I’ll clarify about the paper because there were always remains of it on the glans and that wasn’t aesthetic at all.

If you’re disgusted by this story, I’m even more disgusted to think that many of you reading this story are pissing in your thighs
Do this exercise: when you are in a meeting, let those <abominable voices> come out of your head. Stare at any woman, smile and ask yourself how many have pissed in their crotch.

Or imagine that they are not waxed. Answer your questions: either pissed or hairy!
Now it’s your turn to see what they answer: I’ll leave a little bit! I become a Mohican, my boyfriend likes it like the girl in the movie. Hair? how disgusting! And that’s how life goes, in a complex mess and a compendium of aesthetics. All beautiful and wonderful but pissed on the inseam.
A curious fact about porn at that time is that it was silent. Of course! Who the hell watched porn with volume? Neither of us nor our previous generation saw porn with volume. We watched porn from the TV because there were no laptops or mobile devices with headphones. We were supposed to keep our good habits and not torment our neighbors with shouts and phrases like: Fuck me hard! and Hell yeah! because the porn we consumed was hopelessly American. Europe had another video system that was not compatible with our video tape devices and we reached Asia very late.                                                                                                                               

It’s just that we got used to the fact that in sex, you didn’t talk, you didn’t moan, you didn’t yell or anything! You would hear the sound of the house door closing, we would be alone and we would run to turn on the volume on the TV. But in my opinion, it lost the meaning which made it fun, forbidden. We never enjoyed audible porn.                                                           

I only went to the porn theater once; but I didn’t like it! because I remember that we were all there because of loneliness. And I think that even if you’re accompanied, married or engaged, you should never lose your taste for masturbation! Masturbation is Joy! I don’t know anyone who gets sad after a handjob; but I do know many people who run away after they fuck.

Here in this paragraph you will stop for a moment to reflect, when you found your partner in the middle of a jerk off! Don’t be terrified, they haven’t stopped loving you…They are giving more love to themselves. Many of us keep watching porn and asking the guy next door how many handjobs you’ve had in a day!
In the case of girls it has always been: either something from a sin originally conceived thousands of years ago or something from the beyond or alien. Women don’t count their handjobs, women don’t talk about the porn they watch. It’s something that must seem intimate to them, I guess…
So in this story of porn, the Messiah has arrived!

Google and the Holy Grail:
They divided the sea in 2, it rained Manna and with it the porn pages, the sites of porn movies, the sites with porn images, the sites of the porn cameras, the dirty porn, the strawberry porn, the porn whatever, the interracial porn, the Asian porn, the straight porn, the gay porn, the lesbian porn, the trans porn, the internal porn and how much of it ends up in sexual.

We’re starting to get crazy as hell! We shared it with the guy next door, the boyfriend, the girlfriend, the husband, the wife, the blow-up doll, the penis rings, the comforters and the dildos. That’s why we shouted it out to the world and we could never stop masturbating.
Waxed, hairy, smelly and other non hairy, casual, enclosed, frustrated, liberated and above all pissed!  Let’s thank each one of us for supporting from the anonymity of our room all the fantasy we can think of: as that wise marketing proverb says: WITHOUT DEMAND THERE IS NO OFFER.

Marcos Durán @marcdur

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