It’s funny with all these psychological ED threads that nobody ever consider they might be a closet case homosexual or even bisexual. :)
LMAO, though I understand it completely. I mean, it seems that the different genre or even styles of porn have distinct energies that….correlate to distinct areas or levels of our brain.
Like say, for instance, you are watching Lisa Ann getting DP’ed - maybe this triggers pleasure in correlating sex to DOMINANCE (or “Violence”, you tell me?). In juxtaposition, I guess we have a scene where three HOT librarian lesbians in an ass-eating train - perhaps this stimulates a SENSUALITY area in our brain. I actually give these examples because they’re scenes I’ve viewed, nothing particular about them, simply that in my perception, they elicited different energies as I watched them.
I feel more guilt by watching DP’s, than I do by watching hot lesbians, after I bust. Can I get an amen!!? I’m not quite sure how to elaborate much further on the idea..I shouldn’t have smoked that bowl. Anyway, maybe this is tangential, but I was saying it because ScienceGuy said he DID consider what Tossed Salad said, and I just figured it was because of his overviewing of porn, and let’s just face it, the higher dick to pussy ratio, the “gayer” (sorry to offend anyone with that word, not sure what else to use :( .).
Wanted to say, Scienceguy, your Friday night with this girl sounds similar to one I had a few months back. I knew I was out to “pull some hoes” that weekend, so I got my PE on M-W and kegeled throughout the days leading up to that night. I met this girl at the bar, we talked a lot (she was more tipsy than I, but not terribly so) and there was attraction (as well as an irritating, shot out jealous buddy). I went back to her friends place and we watched Big Lebowski and talked about movies, music, lightly on politics, and our jobs. We began to watch Full Metal Jacket (I know, great choice right? Weird bitch.) and we had a slow makeout session which ultimately led to manual stimulations: Neither of us came, though. And then we fell asleep for a few hours, on her friends (actually, her married lesbian friends) couch, her head on my chest and my leg twixt hers…and THIS is where our stories Fork….
She got up to use the bathroom and right before she entered she let out a HUGE rattling fart! Then she shut the door. I Fuckin’ put my stuff on and left. Never got her number either.
By the Way, ScienceGuy, how is it going with this new gal? You said you think you’d “be in good shape with her.” Good Luck!