November 12th, 2011
kvitsh
But nothing, if we’re honest, disgusts us more than ourselves. Our truest selves. The selves we give in to when we watch sleeping girls, and brothers and sisters, and Max and Layla, and amateur couples together in bed (missionary style if possible). The selves who experience these flickering moments of pure acceptance—that’s the real pleasure, isn’t it, the real joy?—when Shame and Sin watch from a distance, blessedly, briefly silent. Maybe that’s why we take such consolation in meeting other people with their own Max Hardcores, and, paradoxically, why we put our Max Hardcores in prison—because by declaring them obscene, we can tell ourselves that we are not.
Hard-Core Porn Obsession by Shalom Auslander GQ November 2011: Men’s Lives: GQ
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Misanthropic wench kicking at the darkness 'till it bleeds daylight. I take pictures and play ukulele.