C'mon I Know I'm Not THAT Good Of A Fuck
-by Jeremy Gloff
-appeared on TheNewGay.net
-May 3rd, 2010

I think America is watching too much porn. It’s unfathomable to me how easy it is for teenagers coming-of-age to watch as much sex as they want for as long as they want. When I was thirteen I had one naked photo hidden way under my rug. Back in 1988 sex was the kind of thing that was hidden far under carpets…only taken out late at night when the doors were locked and the lights were dim.

I am now a sexually active adult playing in the 2010 sexual arena. The voice of sex sure has changed over the years. I remember the quiet sensual whispered moans of my teenaged sex. I remember the gasps and grunts of my random twenties sex. Sex in my thirties has taken on a whole new volume. It is not music to my ears!

A couple distinct recent sexual experiences come to mind. Sex is sex. No need for details. What has changed is the SOUND of sex. This year I sure have heard a lot of “FUCK ME!!!” “HARDER!!!” “OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!” “THIS FEEEELS SOOOOOOOOO GOOOD”

Although my body was thrusting it was my mind that really began to wander. A moment came that I stopped and I thought to myself “now I know I’m doing a good job here but I’m really not doing THAT good of a job.”

My friend Peter once told me that “art no longer imitates life…these days life imitates reality television”. Is it also possible that easy access to porn has altered the way we have sex? Does 2010 sex imitate porn?

As much as my ego (and other body parts) were stoked by my partner’s excessive vocalizations I couldn’t help but feel he was merely acting out a role. All of my recent casual sex has played out like this. Will this generation growing up on easily accessible porn lose some of sensuality, nuance, and passion of sex by trying to mimic what they have learned on Xtube?

How do you find the softness of a society that is yelling out “FUCK ME HARDER?”