Archives for the month of: November, 2011

In this feature length post Ellen, from oneinsixwomen argues from her own experience that while porn fiction may not use real people, it nonetheless can cause just as much real damage to its users.

Pornography can be difficult to define. Are ‘tasteful’ naked photos porn or are they art? Are sex scenes in movies porn? What about if you can’t see any actual genitalia – is it still pornographic? Censors and governments struggle with the definition, but most people seem to agree that it’s largely visual. Photos, paintings, movies, live shows – users participate in porn by watching it. Although the dictionary defines pornography more broadly (‘obscene literature, art, or photography, designed to excite sexual desire’) the average person tends to limit their definition of porn to the visual. And when we’re talking about the damage caused by porn we rarely think of any forms of porn other than visual. It’s difficult to imagine how harm can come from pornographic literature – it doesn’t even use real people, so no one is being harmed. It’s surely a better alternative to the kind of porn that exploits those who participate in it, right?
I spent nearly four years as a compulsive porn user and it was never just the visual that captured my attention. I watched plenty of online clips, sometimes daily, but I also spent many nights reading porn fiction stories, sometimes in addition to movies clips and sometimes on their own. I call it ‘porn fiction’ because it’s not the same as what is commonly known as erotica. The porn fiction that’s online and consumed by thousands of porn users is cheap, crude, amateurish and poorly written. By no stretch of the imagination can it be called literature, and it’s certainly a far cry from the Mills-and Boon-on-steroids that makes up most of the erotica sold in bookstores. This isn’t simply dirty romance literature. Online porn fiction is, at its most innocuous, hard-core porn in written form. It is graphic, detailed and often violent, and I believe it is as damaging as any porn you can watch on your computer.

Like anything else in porn, fiction covers a vast range of material. You have to know what you’re looking for … do you want male/female, male/male, bondage, discipline, male domination, female domination, mind control, forced submission, transgender, gay, lesbian, bi, interracial, humiliation, pain, rape, sadism, gynaecology, or a combination of several of these options? How about something you hadn’t even imagined yet? It’s all there, and more, in incredible detail.

Porn addiction, like any addiction, changes over time. Very few people start with hard-core porn, just as very few people start a drug addiction with large doses of cocaine. Users build up a tolerance, and even things that were firmly in the ‘I would never, ever want to watch that’ category become acceptable over time as we become desensitised and our brain and body needs a bigger, more exciting hit in order to become aroused. This is very normal but most porn users don’t know that, and it can be very confusing to realise you’ve gone from fairly tame pictures to movie clips that once horrified you. How, you wonder, did I move from being disgusted to aroused? I can’t speak for anyone else, but for me I know that porn fiction is part of what helped to desensitise me to things that had previously sickened me.

A large part of the problem with porn fiction is that it creates scenarios you usually don’t find in porn movies. There is more dialogue, for one thing, which is noticeably absent from real movies. Movie viewers don’t want chit-chat, they want action. The dialogue in most movies takes the form of women being called dirty sluts and whores, but that’s about the limit of ‘conversation’. Porn fiction is different. The writers can take their time … but in most cases the dialogue takes the scene to a level that many porn users would not be comfortable watching. It’s one thing to have a brief shot of a woman looking apprehensive or demeaned; it’s quite another thing to be privy to her thoughts, to know exactly what she’s feeling about the situation. And if what she is feeling is fear or humiliation it takes a standard porn situation to a very different place.

Another difference in porn fiction is that it creates scenarios that either couldn’t be filmed or can’t even exist in real life. Mind control is a big sub-genre of porn fiction and it often involves protagonists (usually women) being forced, by some sort of mind control drug or device, into demeaning sexual acts in public places, or forced to have sex with men they hate or who terrify them. In real life we call that torture and rape, but in porn fiction it’s just another mind control scenario. And again, these are not scenes most people would be comfortable watching, but reading it is somehow different.

So what’s the problem here? We’re still talking about fiction, where no one is being hurt. Even regular, non-porn fiction creates intense scenarios that would never happen in real life and we don’t worry about those. It’s just fun and escapism. This is true, but porn fiction is not read in the same way as other fiction. Porn fiction isn’t about escapism or entertainment. It exists to sexually arouse the user and lead to orgasm, in exactly the same way as porn movies or pictures. When porn fiction pushes the envelope – as most of it does – it means that users are becoming aroused by scenes they aren’t comfortable watching. Except of course they are watching these scenes. The imagination is extremely powerful and anyone who’s read porn fiction has visualised those scenes in full detail. When users are aroused by these mind-scenarios, triggered by the written word, they start to need visual stimulation to match the scenes in their head. At least that’s how it was for me, and I’m sure I’m not alone. Reading porn fiction helped to bridge the gap between tamer porn and hard-core, violent porn. The more I read fiction, the more I needed movie clips that were closer to what I’d seen in my imagination when reading. After reading fiction I was willing to cross boundaries that previously I hadn’t wanted to cross. I’ve heard people say that porn fiction is a safe option for porn users because no one gets hurt and it’s not as bad as real porn. I don’t believe that. Porn fiction wasn’t a safe option for me; it was a door into the kind of porn that used to disgust and terrify me.

We’re nearly at the end of 2011 and I haven’t consumed porn in over seven years, but it’s still part of my life. Not because I still watch it or think about it all the time, but because of my memories. I have scenes in my head that might never fully disappear and a lot of them are from porn fiction. I have vivid memories of scenes my mind created and they are as real to me as anything I saw. They haunt me just as much. In some ways they haunt me more, because I know I built those memories myself. I want to think I’m above it, but the truth is my mind is capable of creating detailed, technicolour, realistic porn scenes. I created them, I enjoyed them, I refined them when they got boring, I replayed them over and over in my mind. The fact that I hate them now doesn’t change that. And reading porn fiction helped put those scenes there. It is not a safe, harmless alternative to ‘real’ porn. It may not use real people, but it’s real nonetheless, and it does real damage. I have the scars to prove that.

Copyright oneinsixwomen 2011
Read about Ellen’s first exposure to porn     Another female users story     A wife’s reaction to porn part 1   A wife’s reaction to porn part 2

In 2009, quite out of the blue Helen discovered that her husband had run up a considerable debt using Internet sex web cams. Here is the second part of her story.

I insisted that James left the house for a few days. I threatened him: I said that if he did not leave and give me space, I’d go and never come back. I had never felt so determined in my life – the feelings in me hurt and frightened me.

James left to stay with his mother and I was left with my feelings. Alone in the home that had been about all of our joint dreams just a few months ago and which now, in itself, felt as if it were part of the problem. Stupid that this sounds, but it seemed like the house knew what was happening, like it was the witness.

I was too distressed to go to work and so I phoned in sick. I remember sitting in James’s smart office and I wanted to destroy it. I wanted to defile the sharp white paint and his black leather furniture and his bloody glass desk. I wanted to throw every last thing out of the window and set fire to the whole f’ing lot of it. Instead I searched every inch of it. I found a couple of hardcore porn magazines and I found more than twenty DVDs with porn on them – one of which was some form of homemade disc. In his in-tray I found the card of a psychotherapist. I paused from my sorting and after a moment or two I realized that the card was the first hopeful sign I’d seen. Perhaps, I thought, it means that he realizes that he has problems? Perhaps he is even having sessions with this man.

I googled the therapist and indeed he was someone who specialized in working with porn and cybersex addictions and recovery. I texted James, ‘Are you getting help for this stuff you are doing?’ He replied to me with a voice mail. He rambled on at length telling me about how he was getting therapy, his name, how long he’d been going. Without the card, I’m not sure I’d have believed him, but deep inside I drew a big breath in to me. There was for me the idea that I might be able to trust him again at some point.

I spent a lot of the following few days feeling sick as I looked through almost all of the DVDs and the two magazines. At first I was like a child almost peeking through my fingers at something frightening. After a while I thought to myself, I want to know about this stuff: Who are these young women taking off their clothes and exposing their most intimate parts for all the world to see? How does one become like them? How does James become aroused and orgasm looking at some bizarre things happening to women and yet our own sex life is just British standard. Some videos made me cry. Beautiful young women having three, four and five men penetrating them at the same time, having their faces slapped, getting chocked by a penis down their throat or with 10s of men spraying seaman on them one after another. As a woman, I felt that I needed to know about this stuff so that I could tell each of my girlfriends: do you know what your guy’s looking at? It’s not just innocent fun you know – go look at his computer!

And then, I had to turn to online. I had tried to break his laptop but I only succeeded in snapping the hinges – it was much better built than I imagined and it was still working. I searched through the browser and account details. If the DVDs and magazines shocked and saddened me, the Internet actually disgusted me. There was so little respect in anything that he was looking at. His looking at transsexual porn sites and at males being dominated confused me. To see what happened to scrotums and penises with high heals and pins and nails made me every bit as sad as when I had looked at the women’s degradation.

I couldn’t find a way into the web cam sites he had looked at, but most of them had free previews and it all looked like electronic prostitution to me. In my town, everyone knows the street the prostitutes walk at night. That evening I completed the day and my own search into the world of porn and sleaze by driving up the main road the ‘ladies of the night’ hang out on. I slowed down a bit and watched as they moved towards the car. My heart thumping. I don’t know what I was thinking of doing but it gave me some idea of the experience of what it must be like to have sexual power as a man. I drove off rather too fast. Got home. Got myself in a shower and tried to wash myself clean.

Copyright THE WiTTING PRESS 2011

In 2009, quite out of the blue Helen discovered that her husband had run up a considerable debt using Internet sex web cams. Here is the first part of her story.

I can remember lying in bed the day after I had opened the credit card bill with the most insane anger at James – my friend, partner, lover and husband for the last 15 years. He had made me feel angry but also dirty, used, tricked and deceived. Until that day in early March 2009 I had personally never looked at a frame of pornography. I came from a family that tended to look down of things like girly calendars and the tabloid newspapers that showed breasts – let alone porn – and I had always thought that my educated, broadsheet-reading husband did also. I had the impression that our sex life was good and that I satisfied him, but accidently opening his credit card bill instead of my own and seeing that it had an outstanding balance for almost £8k at a time when we were personally struggling to cope with our very large year-old mortgage at first had me worried and then enraged as I began to see where the debit was coming from.
Tracking back the paperwork over the course of two years, it soon became clear to me that James had spent more than £15k on cybersex with webcam sex workers. Once I had investigated all the credit card bills I could find, I began to search his computer and sure enough it had a huge number of porn searches logged in the web history. I thought to myself – ‘All those hours he claimed to be working in the office and in fact he was just sat there wanking.’

What really destroyed me was the fact that he had made loads of searches for escort sites in our town. I broke out in a cold sweat just thinking about what he might have been up to and almost as quickly as I knew it, I was booking myself an appointment at the local GU clinic for every sort of test I could. If James could deceive me like this, I was not going to take his word for the fact that I didn’t have some awful sort of sexually transmitted disease.

I had lain awake most of the night having fained a migraine rather than confronting him about what he had done as soon as he walked in the door. My mother always taught me to sleep on decisions, but as soon as it was light and I could sense him beginning to wake I was hit by the most enormous wave of distress I’ve ever felt. I think I literally jumped out of bed. Went into James’s office, picked up his credit card bills and carried them in to the living room. I went back into his office and picked up his laptop – I opened it and literally bent the whole screen back as far as I could until the white plastic hinge snapped. I placed it on the floor and scattered the credit card bills, and then I summoned up the most enormous scream I have ever used in my life. I screamed and then I began to shout the most basic language I know until a startled and dazed James descended the stairs and arrived in the living room by my side. He began to shout out loud, trying to get me to stop. For a moment I thought he was going to restrain me and I remember shouting at him not to fucking touch me with his dirty, wanker’s hands. I think if I’d had a weapon, I would have used it against him without a second thought. And then I felt suddenly quite calm, while he looked really fearful for the first time in our marriage.

In Part 2 Helen continues her story

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EVAN has agreed to collaborate from time to time with Porn Recovery UK about his process of working with a 30-year porn habit. Here’s his ninth blog post.

The kids haven’t really been aware that I’ve been sleeping in the spare room every night, and any discussions about my therapy or what I had been looking at and doing have been kept to late-night conversation or when the girls have been out of the house.

We’ve just come back from our annual family holiday. Obviously we booked it before all of my porn activities blew up, and so Jessica and I have had to spend the last week in the same bedroom. Thankfully, she didn’t ask me to sleep on the floor and also thankfully, as the week went by, we began to get physically closer to each other. Lucy and Maxine are getting older so quickly, I think we’ve both been aware that family can’t be like this so much longer. Call it holiday romance but by Thursday evening Jessica and I were cuddling in bed together and talking – really talking to each other.

Therapy seems to have allowed me to break down many of my barriers to talking about my problems (and not just with porn), and I felt able to tell Jessica all about how I first got into porn and how I was already quite a user before we got married. Just before we left for our holiday my first few blogs had been posted on to the web.* Reading them back I could already see how conflicted I was about facing my stuff. The truth is that my use has been much heavier for much longer than I’d said. It was the Internet going broadband that brought the genie out of the bottle, but I have been a much more frequent user for much longer than I said in the early blogs. That’s the sort of secret that porn is. Even when you think you are being truthful, another part of you is playing games and still trying to hide some fact or other. On holiday Jessica and I faced some hard truths. We talked a lot about how we had got so distant from each other, I know I could sink back into porn late nights and leave her in bed alone. (I’m just so thankful that she thinks we have both had a part in this distance and she now really seems to be understanding that porn has been a problem long before we got together.)

The joy of touching my wife again has been so great that I’m so strongly aware of what a pale imitation of the sexual world porn is. Jessica has now asked me to come back into the marital bedroom. You can’t believe what a step that is for me. At least this week my fantasies are all about a real loving relationship with my gorgeous wife and not about plastic-enhanced blondes.

* It was agreed that blogs wouldn’t be posted until at least three months after I’d written them.

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This is the second poem on the PRUK blog by Rick Belden. Find more of Rick’s work at www.rickbelden.com

behind the black curtain
ugly parody of love
quicksand flesh
I am sinking.

too far gone
I can’t go home
poisonous feast of
fingers and tongues.

empty universe
primal isolation
I can’t find love
so I settle for meat.

strange meat in my mouth
my meat in strange hands
she is meat
I am meat
we are meat.

I feed on her
she feeds on me
I feed on myself
I violate myself.

I strangle myself
I choke on dark flesh
hungry and sick
killing my soul
trading my life
throwing myself away
over and over
for meat.

(PDF version)

Read Rick’s first poem on the PRUK website Pleasureland?

Photo by Jascha400d

Concluding this sort series of posts on ‘Why therapists need to know about porn’, psychotherapist Duncan E. Stafford outlines the professional challenge …

There is an increasing realisation in the most informed areas of society that porn addicts are not a homogeneous group – Stephanie and Ellen (in recent posts on PRUK) underline this point. If we add to this the fact that partners (read Helen’s discovery), relatives and even friends can be affected by someone’s use of porn – for example, illegal viewing habits can bring the police to any doorstep affecting everyone at that address – then we begin to see that people seeking help through counselling and psychotherapy with issues around porn use is a very diverse group of men and women each with different questions in relation to porn for the therapeutic space. With just a little knowledge, our profession can inform itself and begin to ease the secret suffering of many users. In an era when there has never been so much sexual imagery in a society (the Internet assures this), it feels odd that as therapists we might shy away from this work and that we make so many presumptions about users (and their gender). As a practitioner working in this area of distress, I witness that porn, cybersex and the difficulties it leads to are currently as difficult to talk about as sex was in the past. As therapists, on an individual basis, hour by hour, if we don’t retreat from the challenges this area raises for us, we might just be constructive for sex, pornography, cybersex and society.

Author biography

Duncan E. Stafford is a psychotherapist, supervisor and author. He offers bespoke training and supervision in this area of work through his private practice in Cambridge, UK. He can be contacted through his website www.counsellingincambridge.co.uk

Reading recommendations for those looking to work with porn

Turned On: Intimacy in a Pornized Society,  D E Stafford, WiTTING Press (2010)

Sex And the Internet, Al Cooper (ed.), Routledge (2002)

Girlvert: A Porno Memoir, Oriana Small, Barnacle Book (2011)

Copyright Duncan E. Stafford UK  2011

Back in October we posted a list of phrases, key words and people searched for that had brought readers to the PRUK site. Searching through the stats of the blog had allowed us to see that two sorts of people find our blog: there are the people we write it for who are looking for help, information and support about porn usage and addiction; and then the people who are searching for porn itself but land up on the site because of the number of times we use a particular search term. We then realised how useful it was to use the search terms in a post so that more people searching for porn might come across our site. Why? Because we know that there are many people unhappy with the way they use the Internet for porn, and coming across our site might allow them to pause, stop and consider for a moment. They might even come back at a later point and read the site if they are distressed by their engagement with porn and discover something useful about it or themselves. So, here are some selected search terms and phrases people have used to find us in the last four weeks:

PHRASES
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KEY WORDS
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PEOPLE SEARCHES
Ashley Blue
Oriana Small
D E Stafford

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