In general, I don’t have a problem with porn. Porn stars, to me, seem like the equivalent of gymnasts. Yes, they’re women. Yes, I have those basic body parts, but if you think I’m going to be able to bend and stretch and balance mine like that, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, on you.
Do some folks get weird expectations about what are common and generally acceptable sexual practices and body types from porn?
I suppose they do.
And do I think that porn reinforces the notion that women are available for men’s pleasure whenever the men should need it? Yes, I do.
I guess I kind of see pornography as saying explicitly what so much of society says implicitly.
So, I’ve never viewed pornography and felt pressured to look like a porn star any more than I look at a gymnast and feel pressured to look like a gymnast. Maybe that’s because I think it takes a lot of care and training I’d rather not do to be able to have your body consistently perform that way. Maybe it’s because there’s just no way anyone would look at me and expect my body to miraculously transform into a porn star body upon the removal of my clothes.
In other words, I’ve just never viewed porn and felt bad about myself as a woman (even though I’ve seen some stuff that made me feel pretty damn bad about men). I especially have never looked at those cooters and thought, even for a second, that that’s what my cooter should look like.
So, I’m a little weirded out by a link I found in this thread over at Pandagon. I will just say up front that the link I am about to give you is for serious not for safe for work unless you happen to work at a gynecologist. But, since I want you all to get an idea of what I’m talking about, when you click over there, you will see many vaginal openings that have been “fixed” from something like this–0–to something like this–I.
Okay, here’s the link.
Y’all, there’s not a cooter on this page that looks like mine. Not in the before pictures, certainly not in the after pictures. But those before pictures!
Seriously, those to me look like porn cooters already all shaved and… okay, I’m just going to say it… small. Where are their labia majora?
Fuck me, maybe we need to just have naked normal cooter day because I look at those cooters and see nothing that resembles mine.
My cooter, for those of you who’ve not seen it, is covered first by my labia majora. If I’m not aroused, everything stays pretty much tucked up in behind them. If I am aroused, they kind of open up and pull back and everything that’s normally kind of tucked away is covered in at least a thin layer of slick secretions.
My clitoris is tucked away under its hood and between my clitoris and my vaginal opening is some really slick and soft tissue that is normally kind of covered by my labia minora
I had thought that that’s how cooters, in general, worked.
But then I look at these cooters, cooters that are so “abnormal” that they’re being hacked away at by folks who’ve sworn to first do no harm, and I’ve got to tell you, it’s make me feel a little weird about my cooter.
Do I have an abnormally large cooter? Are folks getting lost up there and are just too polite to tell me? Am I one cold snap away from someone wearing my cooter as a hat, using my labia majora for ear flaps?
You know what I mean? If these are the cooters that need surgery, where does that leave mine?
I don’t know. I’m going to assume that, since I’ve never had anyone down there scream and run away in horror that everything’s okay. Shoot, a gynecologist would say something if you had a cooter so large that folks could use it as housing, right?
I mean, my cooter feels good to me. Isn’t that the point? If they work and they feel good, why are we hacking on them?
And those afters. The afters break my heart. They seem so tame and safe, like little coin slots, not decadent pleasure-filled gateways to the mysteries of the universe.
Something about them looks like an apology–“I’m sorry for being a woman; let me tuck as much of that gross girly stuff away as I can.”
So, yeah, I’m momentarily weirded out, but I think I’d rather have an untamed unapologetic weird cooter than a perfectly fine cooter I felt so bad about that I paid someone thousands of dollars to hack away at it.