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    The Smart Girl's Guide to Porn
    The Smart Girl's Guide to Porn
    The Smart Girl's Guide to Porn
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    The Smart Girl's Guide to Porn

    By Violet Blue

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    The secret is out: Women watch porn. A recent study by Glamour magazine found that 87 percent of women ages 25 to 39 enjoy porn as part of their self-defined healthy sexual lifestyles — even more than use sex toys. In The Smart Girl’s Guide to Porn, acclaimed sex educator Violet Blue offers hip, friendly, and knowledgeable advice on bringing porn into your sex life: how to find porn you’ll like, from favorite turn-ons and women-friendly DVDs to Podcasts and porn groups on the web; how to reconcile fantasy with real-life desires; and how smart girls can maintain their own beauty standards when the people on screen seem impossibly buff, smooth, and surgically enhanced. Looking for authentic sex scenes? Thinking of sharing porn with a lover? Wonder which browser is safest for internet porn surfing? For answers and insight, zoom in on The Smart Girl’s Guide to Porn.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCleis Press
    Release dateJun 27, 2006
    ISBN9781573445078
    The Smart Girl's Guide to Porn
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    Violet Blue

    Violet Blue is a best-selling author of sex manuals and editor of erotica. She writes for and has been interviewed by O: The Oprah Magazine, The History Channel, and Penthouse, and in 2013 was named one of the Best Sex Educators in San Francisco by SF Weekly. She lives in San Francisco.

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      The Smart Girl's Guide to Porn - Violet Blue

      introduction: the smart girls’ porn club

      I have a confession to make: I never went to journalism school to become a porn critic. While I’d had a few experiments with boyfriends and made some hasty rental decisions, with mixed results, I hadn’t really thought of porn as being something that one would evaluate in a critical context, as in good vs. bad. Much like the words smart phone and comfortable flight, the concept of putting the words good and porn together in one meaningful sentence seemed like a contradiction of terms. One thing is for sure: when they asked me to become a porn reviewer at my job eight years ago, I jumped at the chance because it gave me the opportunity to watch porn for a living.

      I wasn’t picked for the job because I like going to work in my bunny slippers. Nor even because I like porn. (I do.) No one knows for sure how one becomes a pro-porn pundit and female porn reviewer, but one thing’s for certain: I do it because I enjoy explicit sexual imagery. When it’s good, it turns me on. And I’ve learned over the years that an awful lot of women are like me in that respect. Despite what anyone says about women and porn, the truth is that many of us look at it for one very good reason: because we like to.

      But, of course, usually pornography isn’t very good. I remember the first time I had a feeling of porn hope. It came one minute before porn dismay. You know, the wish to see something hot, and not scary or disappointing. I wasn’t a total novice before I started work as a porn reviewer: I knew about porn. I had watched a few videos before with boyfriends. Either they themselves rented and brought the tapes home, or together we sauntered through the western-style adults only swinging doors and did our best to make out the promise of the tiny pictures on the box covers, looking for even a scrap of what we hoped to see. And no matter what, when we got all set in front of the TV with lube in hand, the videos were bad. Really bad. Worse than after-school specials, worse than community theater; more like The Weather Channel. Which, last time I checked, is hot for only a small segment of the population.

      My first real porn hope came when I browsed a porn catalog that I bought for a dollar at a local women-run sex toy store. The shop sported a colorful paint job and displayed handwritten reviews of erotic books and vibrators, and possessed a reputation as a women-friendly place to peruse and buy sex gear. I was intrigued by and often visited its many racks of adult videos, but hadn’t brought anything home. Still, the store beckoned to me as my brave new world, full of promise and excitement. Its catalog whispered a promise to my libido: its contents were supposedly videos handpicked by cultured, sex-happy female reviewers. They promised to be savvy selections by women like me, or at least women who hired punk chicks who could sell me a vibrator and a catalog with a smile and a wink. The store featured porn directed by women, ostensibly created for women viewers. The catalog fed my fantasies of better sex—a better life!—with videos described as having high production values, excellent plot, and good-natured, unrestrained sex fests. It left me believing that with a little guidance, porn could be good.

      They only tricked me a few times. I brought home tape after tape of grunting and sweating porn performers, and though once in a while I caught a glimpse of sexuality that turned my crank, their cornucopias of cartoonish porn stars, overstuffed and underfed starlets, and soft-focus feminist porn clearly didn’t portray the type of sex that girls like me were actually having. Or, at least, wanted to have. Or just wanted to see others having. Everything looked like it was from the 1980s—even the brand-new titles, and most especially the sex acts. No one had ever told me what to think about porn before this, either good or bad. But I was disappointed, because I just wanted porn to look like real sex in the modern era. I wondered if this, the curated collection that now had made me sexually depressed, was as good as it was ever going to get.

      A year later, the very store at which I’d purchased the catalog hired me as its porn reviewer. Say what? I saw that as my chance to right a wrong, at least for myself. I discovered the store’s cache of adult video industry magazines and pored over their lurid, graphic pictures on my breaks. I was shocked by the pictures, yet turned on by the range of sexuality presented (albeit a narrow range). I felt excited by the women directors, disappointed by the female reviewers parroting the men around them, fired up by the ignorance about female pleasure, and appalled by the awful writing. Yet I was hooked. And while my employers included porn viewing in their mandatory sex education training for employees, I felt it my duty as reviewer and consumer to go beyond the requirements for porn watching. Given free rentals at the sex shop, I brought home as much porn as would fit in my motorcycle bag. Over the months I saw a few good films—some that really turned me on, many that didn’t.

      I was enjoying my job as a reviewer (in every sense), but that didn’t make being a female porn consumer any less confusing. The feminists in my office were pro-porn, but anti-male sexuality. The porn industry was pro-itself, but ambivalent about women enjoying sex—and clearly not supportive of nonformula porn. The media in the outside world were unfailingly anti-porn, unless they wanted ratings. Since the 1970s, conventional feminist thinking had rigorously informed the entire culture that porn degrades women, so most people grew up thinking that was true, without understanding what the statement even means (or bothering to experience porn for themselves). As I read other reviews while writing for the sex store, I noticed that, across the board, all the writers took their stances on porn really seriously, while never taking the consumer seriously at all. All these attitudes somehow managed to be visible in every porn video I watched, whether it was an industry formula, Barbie-goes-through-the-motions video, or a female-directed, no-male-ejaculation video. I didn’t fit in anywhere, yet there seemed to be a lot of women like me. When we just wanted to jack off, all of this was enough to make a girl lose her boner.

      Amazingly, despite all this, I was finding good porn. Even though I was watching porn every day, and you’d think I’d be jaded, I saw porn that still made me hit rewind more than a few times, and when I was at my computer surfing the Web I started bookmarking hot sites. I was thrilled when (often accidentally) I saw authentic female orgasms that had me gripping my thighs together in stunned erotic empathy. I saw riveting blow jobs that made my mouth water with envy. I found websites where pairs of women and men tore each other’s clothes off with passion that startled me. I watched films with gorgeous cinematography, natural lighting, beautiful real people as performers. And I saw a whole host of independent porn that blew my mind. Film noir porn, playful European porn, intelligently staged voyeur porn that aroused and inspired me. I still couldn’t find any good bisexual porn, though, or porn that didn’t see male anal penetration as gay or perverted, but I figured that eventually high market demand would win out over mainstream porn’s puritanical perceptions of male and female sexual roles. (I’m still waiting.…) After all, with around 12,000 titles released a year, I could always hope.

      The Web changed everything for me, and for other female porn consumers. It’s changing porn even as I write this. I got recognition on my own website writing about porn while I worked at the women-run sex shop, but I still couldn’t seem to connect with anyone in the business who had ties to the outside world of consumers—namely, anyone who knew what viewers really wanted. Working in the sex shop, I came to realize that porn’s audience wasn’t what everyone thought it was. My porn reviews had gotten me much attention online, and the salespeople in the store were thrilled that their reviewer was making noise about women liking porn.

      This was the reality every day in the retail stores and on the mail order phone lines: we had oodles of female porn customers, and they liked getting positive reinforcement about enjoying porn. No one needed to be validated, but they warmly welcomed a normal conversation about porn. Lots of women were enthusiastic about it, some even striding out with several porn titles for a weekend. Every customer I chatted with about porn was excited to have a real discussion about it, as if we were snarking about the latest lame-but-entertaining Hollywood blockbuster while discussing the merits (or not) of facial ejaculation or plot vs. all-sex videos, all while I rang them up for lube and batteries. Making fun of so-and-so’s scary new boob job, like it was celebrity gossip. Talking about porn genres, like one would compare action films to feel-good films. This was a far cry from the image of lone male masturbators in raincoats. Meanwhile, the rest of the porn industry (and media folk who covered porn) pretended that I, my blog, my company, and others like it simply didn’t exist.

      My porn review website was popular, enthusiastic email rolled in from both women and men (even from couples writing together), and I got marriage proposals from 300-pound Elvis impersonators. (I told them that Priscilla had left the building.) People wanted more: more recommendations, more tips on finding good porn websites, more fun links to hot explicit photo galleries, more resources for their porn libraries both online and off. I made lots of friends in the fringes of the mainstream porn business, and some friends who weren’t on the fringes at all. I was being interviewed by national cable news networks and glossy magazines about my being a female porn reviewer and about the attitudes of other females who consumed porn. I blogged about porn until my iBook practically burned a hole in my lap; and even though most of the porn movie industry is still slow to get blogs and porn blogging, the online world of porn blogging (and online forums) became the center of the porn resource universe for women and men alike, around the world.

      I didn’t stop there. I joined more online forums, posted questionnaires and polls, and accepted free rental memberships from friends working in porn stores all around San Francisco. I met hundreds—hundreds!—of women, thousands on one review site alone, who were interested in finding good porn. We traded tips, complained about things we hated, made fun of stuff that grossed us out, and helped each other find hot porn. Those many, extremely diverse women—what I named on an online forum, the Smart Girls’ Porn Club—are the inspiration for this book.

      Meanwhile, everyone who was making and selling porn felt at a loss for what a female audience might want. The mainstream adult industry seemed to think women only existed in couples, and that women’s porn should be anemic, soft,

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