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Porn vs erotica?

pedro campiche

I’ve never cared for the porn versus erotica distinction, or the kind of tiered relationship they have in which porn (usually characterized as mainly visual, with little artistic value and reaching for the lowest common denominator to appeal to the masses) is somehow considered inherently lesser than erotica (usually characterized as mainly written, with literary/artistic aspirations and perhaps intellectual leanings).

I’ve read truly awful erotica that held just about as much interest to me as mainstream wall to wall fucking, and I’ve seen, albeit rarely, incredible hardcore films that challenged and surprized me while turning me on. What it all boils down to is whether I give a shit about how the story ends. Here’s a test – if you took the sex out of any pornographic or erotic piece, would you still be interested in continuing with the narrative? Because most of the time, both porn and erotica amount to not much more than bunch of body parts slamming together by pretty but otherwise utterly boring people.

And I don’t mean to suggest that every character has to be a fascinating, complex, believable person with a rich inner life – one of the markers used to distinguish between porn and erotica. Maybe what makes you want to continue is the style of the writing or cinematography. Maybe it’s a palpable, electric connection between characters. Maybe there are clever political allusions going on. You get my drift. You need to be invested in some way beyond the tip of your dick otherwise one story is more or less interchangable with another one.

I don’t really care to distinguish between porn or erotica. All that matters to me is if I’m excited or bored.

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