One day my therapist asked me if I "self pleasure" and I wanted to bust out laughing. I mean, why didn't she just say "masturbate"? To me, "self pleasure" means like, if I go to the zoo by myself and buy myself ice cream while I'm there.
Anyway.
I was in a long relationship with a man who I'd say was close to be addicted to porn. Or maybe he was. And porn was apparently the way he had learned about sex, because while he was a romantic by nature he was absolutely awful in bed. Absolutely zero tenderness or affection, just "we perform at the same time." Flat.
So even thinking about seeing and hearing porn made me feel very sad. After that relationship ended I did look at some porn, but what intrigued me is how uncreative it is. Maybe I like erotica better. Costumes, romance, music, sex.
But the way porn is in general...so blah. Then I remembered that many years ago I saw the movie Boogie Nights. It hadn't really meant much to me. But for some reason the memory of that movie popped into my mind. So I watched it and I was glued to it. The movie was realistic. It gave me insight into the REAL people that are porn actors. That they're real people, real lives. Real ups, real downs. And that porn is just a business.
So Boogie Nights brought me to peace with porn. There's also a movie about Linda Lovelace and that also gives an excellent, extremely realistic portrayal of the porn industry. Education can bring peace.