I found I was standing a few feet away from an enormous pile of writhing
forms. It reached up, slanting back as high as I could see. In each direction,
right and left, it swept off into the distance. It reminded me of
nothing so much as the interweaving of huge fishing worms in the bottom
of a can after being left there overnight. The motion was continuous,
thousands upon thousands, each wet slippery form wiggling in and out
among the others in the pile, searching, trying to do something . . . but
never achieving satisfaction.
Three perceptive shocks hit me simultaneously. The forms were not
worms, they were human! Second, the incredible, staggering radiation of
sexuality, both male and female, that emanated from the seething mass.
Third, they all were physically dead. I wanted to turn and run, but some
other part of me held me in place. I finally calmed down enough to
become analytical. Did I want to join in? My whole being shuddered in
rejection. No vestige remained of the sexual drive I found so important
moments before. I had the strong percept that it would come again, but
never where it would control wholly what I thought or did.
With this flash of knowing, another emotion washed through me—
intense compassion for those trapped in the undulating mass, so focused
and intent on seeking sexual satisfaction they were unaware of any other
existence—anger at a system that could so inhibit, repress, and distort as
to create the situation in front of me. Were these the castoffs of the
human process, to remain so throughout eternity?
I moved forward slowly and stopped close to the edge of the pile. The
moving bodies were male and female, of all shapes and sizes, glistening
with wetness. A bare hairy leg thrust momentarily from the pile, and I
grabbed it by the foot and pulled. . . . The leg pushed out blindly, trying
to move more deeply back into the pulsating mass. I pulled harder, trying
to keep my grip on the sweat-covered ankle. Slowly, I was able to pull the
rest of the body clear of the pile. It was a man, small in stature, darkhaired,
fine-featured, of indeterminate age. He lay there on his belly, his
arms and legs moving crablike, attempting to pull himself back into the
pile, totally oblivious to the fact that I was holding on to his foot and
preventing him from doing so.
I easily held him in place, bent over, and shouted in his ear, (Hey, I want
to talk to you. Hold still for a moment!)
There was not the slightest indication that he heard me. His face was
fixed, a gleam of anticipation spread across it. He kept trying to move back
and I held him in place, wondering what to do next.
I tried another approach. (It's the cops, the police, they're raiding the
joint! Gotta get out!)
I waited for some response, but there was none. I couldn't provide him
with the radiation that would get his attention. I released his foot, and he
crawled back into the mass and was swallowed up in the movement. I
turned away sadly and stretched for my physical ident, and returned without
incident.
From that point on, I had a new technique to control any surfacing
sexual drive. All I need do is think of that wriggling, writhing, mindless
pile of humanity. That does it.

The first thing to be said is that this topic is well off the main topic of MBT. However MBT claims to be a model that subsumes all other models ( it is a theory of everything ), and so if neither Tom nor Ted object, a good TOE should take on all comers.

The second preliminary thing to be said is that this thread should almost be a sub-thread of the "differences between the sexes" thread. Men consume the vast majority of porn, many gravitate to it like moths to flame; but women seldom are consumers of the stuff, and when they are, it is generally because a male companion wants them too.

Interesting thread, perhaps I can offer some food for thought.

It's interesting to me that many of the posters here are simply assuming that porn and/or intensely sexual people are 'bad', and can only result in bad things, or is itself the result of bad things. Let me offer some alternative ideas.

My wife and I are extremely sexual creatures, and do not practice monogamy. In other words, we're swingers. Now, when viewed from the perspective of traditional western morality, which for the most part has it's roots in Judeau-Christian morality, we're dirty, nasty, immoral scumbags. Many of you may be thinking something similar of us as you read this post.

But let me share with you something about our life and adventures.

Once a month we get together with a group of friends for a party. Yes, it's off the hook with sexuality, orgies, just about anything you can think. But the truth is, for most (but certainly not all) of us, it's about much more than that. It's relationships that become friendships that become love. It's about the monthly parties, sure, but it's also about sharing time with good people at breakfast the next day. It's about family time where families meet and mingle. It's about the casual, primal connections that become lifetime friendships of others that we actually consider more like family, and not just friends. We've formed more real relationships with our fellow humans as a result of our kinky activities, compared to so many others that we know who are 'normal' that I can't help but wonder if it might be something to recommend for others.

We know, personally, many people who are involved in porn. Actors, actresses, producers, writers, you name it. Despite many of the horror stories you have read (many or most of which are probably at least partially true), most are very much doing what they want to be doing, and are happy with their lives.

Not exactly sure what I'm trying to share, I guess the bottom line is that extreme sexuality is assumed to be bad without examining that assumption for accuracy, and in light of our experiences, it's something that's been positive, especially where the amount of love in our lives is concerned.

I agree Lena.

I guess I was trying to tell people to challenge your own assumptions about things. Many of the posters on this thread have treated the idea of using or creating porn, or intense, outside 'normal' sexuality as 'bad' without questioning whether or not that baseline presumption is actually true.

kmoze, an easy way to realize your true motives would be to try and be monogamous for 2 or 3 months. if this idea doesn't appeal to you perhaps you can ask yourself why that is.