While hardly original, the lament in the post title features again and again amongst female media employees. The latest one to get my goat is 'CityKat', the poor man's Sam Brett of 'Sam and the City' fame, who features on the Brisbane Times website. I avoid these 'bloggers' even more religiously than I avoid opinion writers, and for good reason.
'Why is there no decent porn for women?' is just another way to inject a sex/porn/rape headline that attracts clicks. Lots and lots of clicks. The women that write these things are inevitably as fond of pigeonholing female sexuality as any of the 'patriarchy' they believe they have left behind in the process of writing about sex.
The usual reaction to this question, leaving aside the fundies who believe that all porn is abhorrent and evil, is to point the person who asked it in the direction of a 'female porn director' like Candida Royalle. That's what Cosmo did years and years ago before I gave reading it up (and probably before I had ever encountered porn). But to do so is to stoop to the time-worn cliché that 'what women want' consists of soft-focus, stocking-over-the-camera-lens depictions of sex featuring lots of female orgasms and not too much cock.
'CityKat' (a.k.a. Katherine Feeney) manages to avoid mentioning Candida Royalle (who must be just about producing porn for the nursing home demographic by now), but can't resist the bread and butter of the 'what women want' sex cliché:
... pornography encompasses a range of visual material (videos, photos, animations, peep shows, etc). All such examples are still squarely aimed at men...
As opposed to visuals, women are told they respond better to invisible, intangible motivations like feelings and emotions and smells and other 'girly' gear. We're readers, not viewers. We enjoy erotic text, not pictures. Well that's what we're told.
As a woman, I concur with this dominant theory - fragrant candles, a sensual massage and the sounds of a throaty French chanson piping through the house turns me on like you wouldn't believe.
But so too does sex with the lights on. Or catching my reflection when wearing garters, stockings and heels. And the male body by moonlight? Well, you get the picture.
Basically, she buys the stereotype. 'CityKat' seems to think she's blowing the stereotype of women not being 'visual creatures' because she likes to see the male body by moonlight.
Maybe that's fair enough for someone who's never been tempted to opt out of this common form of social stereotyping. Maybe, to someone glued to such an outmoded mindset, being turned on by a 'male body' bathed in moonlight seems totally outrageous. "I was, like, turned on by something I saw. With, like, my eyes! And they said it could never happen. Take that, stereotyping!"
Anyone who's read about the so-called research behind the 'why women aren't aroused by porn' theory would know that it went something like this:
1. A bunch of men and a bunch of women are hooked up to plethysmographs that measure the amount of blood going to their bits.
2. They are then shown a bunch of naughty pictures and a bunch of benign pictures.
3. The data from the plethysmographs show that both men and women experienced increased blood flow to their bits upon viewing the naughty pictures- evidence of physiological arousal.
4. Men agreed that they were turned on by the naughty pictures, but the women denied it.
5. The researchers happily concluded that women aren't turned on by naughty visuals but by more subtle things like soft music and candles (maybe even adeep-throaty French-whatchamacallit).
The reality is probably closer to what research has shown about what women report when it comes to the number of sexual partners they have had. Namely, men report a bazillion and women report "I'm a virgin... okay, maybe just one... or two". People (eventually) concluded from that that maybe the women just weren't telling the truth about the number of sexual partners they'd had. Why? Because there is (was?) a social perception that it was unacceptable for women to engage in sex with a large number of partners (one at a time, mind- the alternative wasn't even contemplated!). Strangely, no-one seems to have jumped to the same conclusion about women and porn, and how it's much more socially acceptable for a woman to be turned on by the idea of glasses of wine over a candlelit dinner followed by a long sensual massage than by some hardcore fuckfest. To me, they both sound like a great recipe for a good night's sleep, but only the latter would ensure some fun before the Zzz's set in.
I'm afraid the remainder of CityKat's post wobbles off into the land of blogtwaddle... resorting to exhorting commenters to provide their own incredible insights into some really
If we were all encouraged to find middle ground between having sex and making love, might we all be a little more satisfied?
Huh?
Leaving aside that anticlimactic finish, and without intending to diss 'CityKat' or any woman turned on by scented candles and all things French, well sure I may scoff because it's not to my taste, but I don't care if someone gets turned on by furniture- good for them! Nope, I just want to reiterate once more that aside from a bunch of people sharing the common characteristic of having two X chromosomes, there is no such demographic as 'women'. 'Women' don't find scented candles and moonlight any more arousing just because some of them claim to find it sexy any more than 'women' love porn with lots of cock and hot manly grunting just because that's what I go in for. So please, scrap the crap about 'porn for women'. It's just as insulting as it would be to claim that porn of girls giving themselves milk enemas and squirting it out of their arses is 'porn for men'. It's not. It's for people who get off on seeing enemas, just as vaseline-smeared camera lenses and fake romance is for people who get off on stereotypically 'sensual' and 'romantic' fantasies.
Anyone complaining that they feel there's nothing out there in the porn world that caters to their tastes may just have a point. Saying that there's no porn 'for women' is just sexist rubbish- it's just a shame that it always seems to be women spouting it.






