Here’s one: If you find porn you enjoy, pay for it. That way it will keep being made. If you don’t support the stuff you like with cold, hard capitalist cash it won’t proliferate, the models won’t get paid, the producers won’t eat anything that isn’t shaped like ramen, and the “good stuff” will never drown out the disposable, mundane crap.*

There’s a palpable sensuality in “good” porn whether it’s subtle or hardcore in-your-face kink. It’s not a dehumanizing feeling; it’s a primal feeling. It’s energy, it’s responsiveness, it’s connection.

There are too many well-meaning advocates who are pro-1st-amendment, even strong allies of sex workers, but believe that while looking at porn is healthy and normal, spending money on porn is weird and pervy.

Aw. I thought that was part of the fun…

Thank Goddess for weird perverts. They respect my time.

Here’s one more: When you find the good stuff, the porn or smut or erotica that turns you on, let somebody know. Those sticky-fingered, sincere letters? We read them. We laugh, or we flush, or we get a wicked idea for something new – but we remember them. And we glow.

*I’m not falling for the false dichotomy of “good” porn (virtuous, artistic, amateur/alternative/outside the mainstream, often featuring unconventional body types, often run by starving artists and still concerned about scene cred) vs. “bad” porn (evil, corporate, icky, mainstream, tan, in better shape than you, full of lots of sticky, enthusiastic women getting fucked by straight, dominant men). There is hot smut in both camps, there is utter crap in both camps and I’d rather blur the line (enthusiastic, well paid people of all body types and gender presentations having hot sex in every possible configuration).