The Male Gaze As Anodyne
First off, I object to the idea that I’m sick of porn. On the contrary, I love it! So, in today’s post, I shall attempt to address one of the deepest feelings we men have about porn: It’s somehow good for us, and for women, and society as a whole.
Pornsick Pat reveals his delusional attitudes about porn. Unfortunately, many of these same delusions are shared by men in general, albeit in some inchoate, unexamined form.
I can sense the feminist shudders. I feel – acutely! – the distant spray of coffee spewed in shock and anger all over the many screens of women who don’t share my enthusiasm for porn. But hold, all you who seek to plumb the bottomless depths of the constantly masturbating male of the species. Here’s an essential point to be addressed for men and women who, like myself, are very supportive of all this feminist stuff until it condescends to address our private needs and inmost desires.
Feminism is absolutely fine with me, up to a point. And that point is when it touches upon my lifelong desire to flog my manly protrusion until I lose myself in a delirium of orgasmic bliss. Then I shake myself awake, grab a snack and a fresh rag to wipe up the mess with, and start again. It’s a great way to spend a weekend.
Our anti-hero spends more time chained to his insatiable lusts than he realizes. Many a man is in the same boat, and refuses to realize it or deal with it. There just simply isn’t enough time in the world to have a life and satisfy a desire that is endlessly stoked through the heightened availability of all kinds of porn, from normal TV shows all the way to the most inhuman filth conceivable bookmarked on the internet.
I have had girlfriends and I have been married. But one thing has been constant through all the ups and downs of my sex life; constant masturbation. And I am not alone, of course. Though we rarely mention it, and never discuss details, I’m sure all of my male friends do the same, and by extrapolation, feel sure that all men everywhere in the entire world do so also. A quick visit to the primate house confirms that it is hardly confined to our species alone, at that.
Feminism is all fine and dandy when it’s about empowering women and treating them the same as men and all that; equal pay and rights seem perfectly fine to me. Can’t imagine how any of that would harsh my lonely buzz! It’s only when the hairy-legged minority of radical lesbian feminists (not that I dislike lesbians, mind you! Some of my favorite videos have lesbos!) start ranting and raving about how pornography is somehow bad for women do I feel threatened.
This is when we men tend to lose our focus; the eyes glaze over, conviction fails to strengthen the manly vocal tones, and we start thinking that maybe all this feminist stuff is really just a load of rot calculated to rob us of of the one thing that sustains the heavenly strength of our loins; which is constant masturbation.
Pat, like most men, has no conception of what a sex object is and why such an idea is bad in any way. This is because men tend to project their own assumptions on women. Men, being in no way actually oppressed by sexuality, have no idea of how oppression might even feel, so they assume it simply doesn’t exist! Hence, even the most reasonable of men will never understand arguments that assume that sexual objectification is a pejorative term. Note that Pat never once refers to or even thinks of the state of any female participant when discussing porn.
The idea that we might be somehow duped into foregoing, even for a minute, our ceaseless efforts to arouse and energize all our glandular processes is alarming from both the vantage of harmless, private, unknowable pleasure and the risk of losing even the slightest vestige of what little sexual vigor we may claim to brandish in the lists of courtly concupiscence.
A man will not willingly admit to this conviction. He may not even understand it as clearly as I have described it, but instead just entertain a vague and overwhelming sense of sexual health being tied to sexual activity, as in ‘Use it or lose it.’ Men such as my good friend and porn-swapping pal Misogynist Mike will instantly swell in anger at the mere idea of being somehow sexually thwarted by all those dried up frigid bitches out there trying to keep him from having as many orgasms a day as his prostate will allow. It becomes a larger issue than the mere idea that porn is bad; we start to think if porn is bad, and 85% of the sex we ever get to have is jacking off to porn, then sex is bad, and if sex is bad, to hell with the whole thing.
We need our porn to be the kind of manly man girls like. Ready, willing, and able to have the kind of rough, rapelike sex girls like the best. Now do you understand why we love our porn so? We love it to be the kind of man girls like! So, you see, porn is actually good for women, men and the culture in general!
- by Pornsick Pat
How can women rebut and help such a loser change his attitudes towards women? Many feminists will say he’s not worth even dealing with, while forgetting that almost any man they deal with will be thinking these things privately anyway. It’s by bringing these lies to the surface and confronting them that men can help other men understand feminism and the need for men to liberate themselves from their own weaknesses and unresolved frustrations. So please help us rebut this concept: Is porn good for men’s health? Is it a matter of use it or lose it? Does it enhance a man’s sexuality to the point where it can function normally when needed? Why do men feel like this is true?