Erotica and the Ephemeral Boundaries of Porn


Here is what I wrote yesterday morning in my weekly “Doris Dawn Fan Club” Newsletter.

Hi everyone!

I’m back from watering the garden. It feels good when returning to the kitchen to notice that each kid has prepared his/her own breakfast without asking me anything like “where’s the milk?” or “can I mix those flakes with these?” or “what’s for breakfast?” It feels even better when I ask hubby “will you please get breakfast ready for me?” and he obeys with a smile.

Wow! Before letting me get out to the garden, he gently caressed my tummy for about an hour. This was our sweet silentious sex this morning. Well, with a shy stroke (or two) over my clitoris too…

The highlight of the gone week was publishing the movie “Gymnastics for Voyeurs.” It was during late April when I “worked out” in it. Yes, sometimes it takes two months to process and postpone a video. During this weekend, a couple of fans asked me, in personal mails, how did I spend my weekend. So I shared with them, in absolute premiere, the making of another couple of little erotic movies that I took part in. Will they have to wait two months before publishing? Who can tell? Well, well, I know who, but let’s not disturb him from pouring the hot tea. Let us proceed with excerpts about my weekend.

My Weekend in an Email

It began Saturday at 4am. The clock had woke us up, me and hubby, for another photo shooting. This because, with all our four kids upstairs during the summer vacation, we have no home alone time until August/September and this is why we must wake up so early, hours before they do.

As I moaned lazily, he took advantage to consume his morning wood on me. It’s always nice to begin “work” with a little break, no?

Between 4:30 and 5:30am, I played and posed in front of his camera, indoor and outdoor as well. Two suggestive solo teasing videos and one photo set. Then he wanted me to film how he finalizes his lusts over me — this was, of course, more hard core, but I enjoyed it nonetheless, not as much as the solos… I feel better to be in front of the camera than behind it…

After 6am, I went back out to water the garden while he downloaded the material from the camera to the computer. Long before kids woke up, after 8am, we could open the door downstairs, had finished breakfast and were “starting” the day. At us, Saturday is usually the weekly house cleaning day — good that I have so many helpful hands around me.

After lunch, hubby offered me an on demand movie on HBO, to help my napping with — but the movie was too interesting and I just relaxed in bed, eyes wide open.

I then spent some time with the social media — gotta keep up with the buzz about the bizz…

Sunday I went to church in the morning, as I use to on Sundays. Then prepared lunch for the family, harvested few peachy apricots and made travel plans with hubby. After lunch I joined him to watch Formula 1 and to relax, of course. Late in the afternoon I found myself trying to figure out what a Google tutorial wants to tell me about site promotion strategies: the words seem easy but their meaning is anything but…

This was my weekend. How was yours?

Wish you an excellent summer week ahead!

Kisses,
Doris

Here is what I saw yesterday evening on the German TV show “Extra” by RTL.

The case study of a mother and her daughter making mainstream porn. Together! Yes, they sit on opposite sides of the pizza man. The law does not allow sexual acts between them, for very good reasons. A psychologist mentioned though about the “emotional” impact, even if the physical one is carefully avoided.

Did I say mainstream porn? Standard scene ( as seen by me in the televised report) in the living room of a slick villa, on a spacious sofa, two ladies are doing nothing, just sitting… The bell rings… Surprised, the young one runs to open the door… She confronts the pizza man (yes!)… Welcomes him in… The pizza box lands on an empty table, forgotten in a shadowed corner of the living, while the pizza man occupies the no-woman’s land at the center of the sofa… from left and from right, alternatively, not to touch themselves (not too much), the ladies cheerfully rip off his shirt, and jeans.

This, my dear Ladies and Gentlemen, is what I call “mainstream porn.” The producer however, while interviewed, stated that the real mother and daughter scenes are not “mainstream porn” because they don’t pretend to be mother and daughter, they don’t act, they are! Well, he makes a point here. Just the pizza man is a stranger to the family, a reminiscence of the mainstream porn settings, along with the slick villa, the roomy living and that white pizza box ignored on the table!

I agree that filming (and writing about) the moments of love-making with my hubby is not mainstream porn, actually I wish to call it erotica but the manly masses have already labeled it as “home porn.” Taking it from there, I find that healthy home porn is when you do it with your spouse. The other options may vary from risky to dangerous and possibly to outrageous. Depends with whom you’d consider replacing your natural love mate on the sexual playground. Beyond the numerous manly fantasies there still remains the lively reality with her natural and unnatural ways and consequences.

Oh wait, don’t you think that I have the slightest intention of judging and condemning the two performers. Far from me! Both mother and daughter, in their separate interviews, mentioned the awkwardness they are feeling while performing in parallel over the pizza boy. They definitely don’t feel too much at ease in their extreme roles. They also revealed what caused their decision: money, or lack of it. Fear of bankruptcy. I knew it! No woman would break her natural boundaries if not coerced to. I didn’t say “bullied” because I have no specific idea about the particular context. If you had to choose between cleaning toilets and doing porn, what would you do? The answers may return in as many shades as the speaking voices, but the social conditioning is often black or white: take it or leave it.

On the other hand, as much as the mother and the daughter wished to stay apart, the producer kept telling them to get closer. He is the “promoter” of extremes. He pushes the boundaries. He! The man with his unstoppable imagination. Good that it never lasts…

If erotica finds herself in a constant pursue for the beautiful and the good, then porn should be the unquenchable manly instinct for penetration, craving to screw our bodies and souls alike. Just for the sake of screwing them.

Doris Dawn - Vector art by Don Dawn.

Doris Dawn – Vector art by Don Dawn.

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