Blog : realism

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7/27/2020 4:27 am

realism

When I first started watching porn my focus was two things; the female had be attractive ( ) and so did the cock, if there was one involved. As things progressed / years passed I got hooked on females who were exceptional at anal, or had a body type I was craving, but my tastes didn’t evolve for quite some time. And I invariably went through a phase where the content had get more and more extreme, but thankfully that didn’t last for very long. Becoming desensitized is something I’ve often been concerned about.

Things probably wouldn’t have progressed much if I hadn’t begun making my own adult movies, but now when I watch them the only thing I really look for is authenticity. That means that no matter how good the acting or camerawork - or the sex for that matter - I generally can’t get aroused watching a professional production. What arouses me is the<b> amateur </font></b>stuff, and the grittier the better. By that I don’t mean I want the camera shake and lighting be terrible, I just mean I want watch real people, doing the real nasty. I’m looking for genuine sounds of enjoyment, not moans and cries so fake they become annoying within five minutes. I’m hoping for expressions of true lust and enjoyment, imperfect bodies, realism.

This need for authenticity is also present when I role , though I hate calling it that. I don’t like pretending or being fake, so when I do agree delve into something I like to make it as real and believable as possible. Total immersion. That is why my last major relationship was as intense as it was. We lived our dynamic 24/7/365 and not a soul around us was the wiser. What we shared, we felt to the very core of our being, and I don’t think it could have been as precious had we not done it just exactly that way. Had we only been allowed to enjoy our dynamic at night, and on the weekends, it would have felt as false as it was. I guess that kind of makes me an all-or-nothing pretender, huh?

Here’s how I look at it: if I am going to have someone calling me Daddy it has to be believable. I’m not saying SO believable that there has to be a family resemblance, but if our age difference is only 6 years, there’s zero chance I am going to feel even a smidge of authenticity. Just like the beefy, hairy 300 pound men that want to be made into feminized sissies - no matter how much we pretend, what clothes we dress you in, how we do your hair and makeup it just isn’t going happen the way you envision or fantasize it. That might be okay for you but it does very little for .

When I was in high school I took drama for a short time, and I remember enjoying improvisation exercises but it felt absolutely ludicrous trying to pretend to be people (or even things) that I was not. I could say lines, perhaps, but in no way was I acting the part. I didn’t know how to act like somebody else yet, but even now, when I feel I’d be halfway decent at it I hesitate to. That desire for realism and authenticity reigns. Let other people switch the person they are on and off, I’ll just remain me at times.


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