I have never quite understood visual pornography.
Images, moving or otherwise, of the coupling and diverse sexual activity of complete strangers has no power to excite me. Explicit photographic captures of unknown naked women do not arouse me.
Perhaps it is because I have no interest in the bodies of people who I do not know. Without context, without character, without motivation, without history, without true desire, without an understanding of the intelligence and sensitivity and emotions of another, what value is there in an artlessly over-exposed exterior? What pleasure is there in another’s random fuck?
It could be argued that at times I have created my own very private pornography, capturing the image of submissive lovers on film and video. Or having them create such images for me. But the erotic power is in the whole, in the person, in the circumstances, in the relationship, in the passion, in the intimacy, and in the romance. It is because of who they are and what they mean to me that inspires and thrills me. It is what we both felt before, during and after. Their body, their soul, and the moment are one.
It is a far cry from that which, for me, stimulates no more than a yawn and a mild sense of perplexity.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Jack Vettriano