Watching Porn? Why Not?


There was a fellow who had something to share with his brother. He actually tricked his brother who fell to the game. And this guy ran to squander some years away from home. Seven years in a row he had to work his way out in order to be granted access to his first bride. And that, by the ever forking game, was not exactly the one he expected to be.

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Then another seven years of hard work to obtain his true love. He eventually had them both, and their helper gals included. The sisters competed for him in the fair game of marriage, as it was according to those times and topics. They traded graces and even helpers for him. Eventually they, all four, returned him twelve sons and a daughter — as far as one can tell.

Life at the farm was blessed and plentiful. No magazines, no TV, no internet, just some few mentioned idols of no importance. Sure there were intrigues and jealousy and lust and passion. But above all common places, there was raining with love, understanding and forgiveness. I say raining because all the good things between the man and his wives poured on them from above the horizon of human concepts. As they were and lived and bred, grace came upon them, not to judge anyone but to harmonize everyone.

One can tell that this is about the “absolute” happiness that can happen to man on earth. And this was true for Jacob and his Rachel, Leah, Bilhah and Zilpah. Read on through the 29th and the 30th chapters in Genesis. It’s about the young years of the man called Israel, also known as Jacob.

And from the blessed times of the old we land back in our modern racy technological and post-ideological (creepy) “reality.” Here, multiple halls of mirrors keep us from pursuing happiness. And the ropes — that we conceived in our minds — are overwhelming for us to bear. The task of leaving them behind is at the same time easy and daunting.

Daunting because we’re afraid to think out of the box; we’re scared to just sit and think beyond the immediate.

Easy because it took me a “yes” to scatter these ropes and free my mind from the abundant “no”-s nagging me. Some say about how important and how moral and how great it is to say “no.” Well, I won’t say so. I decided to say “yes” more often than saying “no.” I used to say “why?” and when I got tired I admitted that a “why not?” now and then won’t do any harm. So far as I know where the brakes are. So far as I don’t hurry to classify a “malady” or a “wrong” when my better half is not behaving EXACTLY the way I would expect him to.

Early in our marriage, hubby brought a couple of porn VHS tapes (ancient techno-times, yes) home as a surprise gift for us to watch on the New Year’s night. I scrambled across the natural shock and said “why not?”

Years later he asked me to replace the mirror with a camera when we made love, to see how it feels, and I said again “why not?” — although I heard my initial shock echoing deeper down in me. I was supposed to act this time, but I tried to act normally, because I don’t like acting.

More years later, we watch porn together to escape the stress and burdens of daily “reality.” Sometimes we make a home porn, because he asks for it and I’d say “why not?”

All these 25 years he never lied to me, he never hid something from me, he did his part the best he could for me and for our kids. He’s no saint! Like it’s hard to find saints nowadays (and if you do, they don’t have marriage on their mind).

His little madness is to watch nudity and porn. Not having a sister and two slave-girls at hand, knowing that I’m his only woman, I gladly said to myself: WHY NOT?

It’s no big deal for us to watch porn together. In all honesty.

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