i hate sex blogs

Hello. My name is Shon and I am bored with sex blogs.

I have been looking at porn for over 23 years now. I still buy erotic art. I collect pulp erotic paperbacks. I make my own porn. I know I still enjoy sex and all of the various art forms but I am so terribly bored with sex blogs.

Sex blogs are one-writer operations about sex. They have the potential to be intimate one on one conversation with a person about erotic subjects. There are no editors. There is no upper management demanding certain content in order to please advertisers. The blogger is free to talk about whatever they want in the manner that they want. A sex blog should theoretically be a window into a blogger’s libido.

What I find instead are journals aimed at grabbing that elusive goal of getting more readers. I see polls asking what the readers want. I see begging for comments and links. I see sexy anime images designed to show how cool the blogger is. I see this desperate, sad, pleading account of how a person quests for more reader hits. I see content that is often bland and inoffensive – or the counterpart which is offensive for the sake of being offensive.

Remember that virgin guy who was so worried that no one would have sex with him? And how he obsessed about it and was so desperate that he wasn’t very sexy because he was more worried about having sex than he was about being good at sex? But now that he has had sex (and he knows he will have sex again), he’s all relaxed about it and is now ten times sexier? It’s like that.

Let it go.

Please.

Not for me, but for your own happiness. Stop giving a fuck about how many people are reading and liking you, and talk to us about sex.

Give me your erotic thoughts. Give me your desires. Tell me your secret adventures that no one knows. Tell me about the secret adventures you wish you were having. Tell me about what makes your hot and bothered. Pretend we are best friends and you’ve had too much to drink and then tell me about what Lisa really did to you last night.

Let’s talk sex. It can be about what you masturbated to last night, I don’t care. I just want to be able to go to a blog and have a one sided dirty conversation. Be that dirty thing I read with as much excitement as the first centerfold I looked at. Make it hard for me to concentrate at work. Make me aroused no matter how shitty my day has been.

You know, you don’t even need to be real. There was no Fanny Hill, no Chatterley’s Lover and no O, and looked how that worked out. You can be as fake as you want to be but quit being a whore for fame and instead be a sex toy for your libido.

Just so I am clear, you can have bad days. You can talk about your dog dying or how worried you are about your job. That’s fine. We all need to get that shit out sometimes. I just want you to be as real with your sex talk as you are with your dog dying. Wouldn’t Rover want it that way?

The world is filled with porn right now. I can watch videos of big breasted Asian women all day long. I can browse millions of galleries catering to my fetish interests. I can make my own porn with my digital camera and hot friends. The only thing you possibly have to offer me is your point of view. Use that. There is only one of it in the whole world.

You will never be as popular as that chick who has a million endorsement ads on her website but that’s okay. She’s popular for being popular. Give the world what you have and you will be surprised how much better your content is. Being popular is a tricky, soul crushing enterprise. It’s about making people believe you are important rather than being important.

Be yourself, instead. It’s hot.


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