What if the letter-writer’s husband’s request was demeaning because porn is demeaning? Not just of women, but demeaning of sex. There’s no mystery, no curiosity, no concealment, no effort. Just spoon-feeding the viewer his or her chosen fantasy, organized by aisle. No wonder advice columns are flooded with letters from the significant others of porn addicts — addicts whose appetite for the screen is insatiable but who lose all interest in the real deal.

Contrast the porn of today — the unique style of porn pioneered by the sexual revolution — with the cabarets and pin-up girls of the generation before. One was wrapped in the idea that what you were about to view was illicit, dangerous, adult, edgy. The other is wrapped in plastic and sold in bulk so you don’t have to wait an extra moment before self-indulgence.

For a movement that embraced sexual freedom, the sexual revolution sure made porn unsexy. And real-person sex unsexy, if the letter writer above is any indication.

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