There’s no proper way to say this, so I’m just going to say it:
I like porn.
Yep, I am female and I will freely admit that I like it and I watch it.
When I confess this to my male friends they look at me with something like admiration and then we launch into a conversation about personal preferences.
When I confess this to female friends, most of them secretly admit that they do too.
Isn’t that weird? Why do women feel shame when they admit to liking sex, but men are free to talk about it? It’s a mystery that’s for sure.
A few people I know who aren’t so liberal-minded with my choice tell me that it’s dirty and disgusting and not real.
No shit that it’s not real. It’s called fantasy and fantasy is something we all dream about and that’s perfectly natural.
I like watching porn, but that doesn’t mean I feel the need to contort my body into various positions, nor do I need to look like a whore while I’m having sex. Porn is nothing like real sex and thank God for that. I like the reality far more.
In this case, fantasy is never better than reality.