Why do men watch porn.

I have this friend who comes up with the most random questions on earth. And yesterday she came up with this. I goggled, Realized it doesn’t help much either. So for the sake of all the healthy relationships in this world and guys not getting judged, I thought I should write about this. Let’s start.

So porn, sexually explicit media content was invented shortly after the moving picture was invented in 1748 (Google ‘Fanny Hill’ if you like more information) Which apparently has a pretty long history. If you have watched Don Jon, (If you haven’t here’s what the plot says “A New Jersey guy dedicated to his family, friends, and church, develops unrealistic expectations from watching porn and works to find happiness and intimacy with his potential true love.”) the whole movie is based on men and porn but here it’s an addiction in a weird way.

Nonetheless, the whole point of the movie is when the guy thinks that porn is actually better than sex which is quite arguable and which I’m not gonna talk about but, ask any teenage boy who has a proper teenage and he will tell you, porn is good.

So when kids becomes teenagers , their curiosity mostly lead them here. Why? Because it’s the most innocent way to fulfill their sexual desires. It’s the easiest way to do, no cost, no risk you just have to close your room door and search. So the early teens watching explicit content can be justified to a certain extent, it’s their hormones. I mean true there was a time that they watched ‘The bold and the beautiful’ or ‘Fashion House’ Or even ‘Spartacus’ but well it’s the 21st century now. Everyone has internet.










Moving on to the single men, why do they watch porn? Answer is pretty obvious. They are freaking popcorn animated GIF single and the high testosterone levels need to be taken care of.

It’s fun, it would be like watching a soccer game or a basketball game or baseball. In soccer, it’s the repetition, but there comes climax. Everybody kicks the ball, goalie catches the ball, maybe there would be a penalty shoot out. After all we know it ends up in the same way, one team wins. So the exact thing happens when men watch porn. Men don’t get bored with it. It comes with their nature. If you wonder why they never eat popcorn along with it. Well, god should have created more hands.


Here comes the confusing part. Why do men who’s taken watch porn? First reason comes again, it’s fun. No matter you’re married or not you still enjoy a soccer match in the same way.

2nd, girls, you aren’t there when we need you.  We fight, there are silent treatments, period and what not.

3rd , it’s not demanding and you don’t feel responsible for it. You don’t have to go through hours of seduction to move to the 2nd base or convince her over and over that this is not just a hook up. You don’t need to go down on them to go down on you.  You know it’s not gonna knock on your door in 9 months with a kid.

You just turn it on and get straight to the job, less trouble. More over, porn makes impossible, possible.  You can get laid in your imagination with all the blondes, brunettes, Latinos, Asians, Africans, trannies and what not. You can be on orgies, ladies nights with male strippers, Cleopatra’s bed, on top of the Eiffel tower etc.

But ladies, just because your boyfriend watches group sex, doesn’t mean he’s gonna have it.  Just because he watches a sportsman’s double, doesn’t mean he’s gonna hit on your mom. So if you find out that he does watch porn, don’t go all haywire about it. Try something new, watch together.

Either way, Just because you don’t watch porn, it doesn’t mean you’re a saint and because you do, doesn’t mean you’re a sinner. It’s just an innocent way of men dealing with hormones.

Why do women don’t watch porn? I don’t know but I’d love to hear why.

But after all, porn is like getting drunk. After you throw up, you know it wasn’t worth it. 

(That’s how my previous article ended. and let me rephrase, “Porn is like getting drunk. Even if you throw up, its still worth it. “)

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The Poem


It has been years & we’ve come so far,
Never been weird cause we know what we are.
The summer, the violin, whispers I’d never forget,
You were always on the peak from the ones I ever met.
You’re beautiful as you are with the curves.. I mean curls,
And was always there for me, So was I, when life swirls.
Idealism is us,  there was never a chance,
Away not gone, yet I was never in your dance.
Well, You will be happy, So will I,
I have loved, lost and redefined.


10 minutes to midnight.

It’s just when we discover a stairway to the basement.  “Finally”,  I mumble as we walk down. As my flashlight lights up I see a big room filled with metal shelves. I see dusty papers on the room floor, spiderwebs on the walls.

“So what’s so special about this place?” She questions as I’m trying to familiarize my eyes to the darkness. I forget to answer the question, seeing the Record player in the middle of the room. Walking towards it, my flashlight scans the shelves of the room.

“Vinyl Records!” I cry out in surprise. I walk towards a shelf, find an album of David Bowie and play it in the phonograph.

You alone across the floor
You and me and nothing more..

“This is a treasure!” I’m excited.

Her face looks blank. Although beautiful than ever standing under a moon beam leaking from a broken window of the first level. That golden hair.

David Bowie Still sings.

Give me wings
Give me space…

“You don’t like it here?” I’m confused, Who doesn’t like a whole vinyl collection?

“It’s not just the place Quin.” She ties up her hair while walking halfway up the stairs. I follow her.

“What’s that?” She points at the new construction next to our building, a tower.

“It’s an old watchtower, They are reconstructing it, nothing interesting inside. Just the dirt and dust”,  I tell her. My brain tells me to go back to the basement and explore more vinyls.

These noisy rooms and passion pants
I loved you..

“I’m going up! I’ll see you later Quin.” She opens the door and heads to the watchtower. I see no single star in the night sky.

“But, But It’s a long way up. Aren’t you scared of the heights?” I ask. Why would anyone choose a tower full of dust over a basement full of value?


Heights, I love them.” She runs towards the tower.

Half confused and half hurt, I turn back to the basement to finish where I started. The song is almost ending,

I’ll survive
My naked eyes
I’ll survive..





We were looking at the stars, talking  how horrible our pasts have been.

“Do you believe in God? ” She asked me.

“Never had a chance to. ” I said.

“What do you believe in then? “

“There’s an eternal force that carries our good deeds and bad from life to life, Although having all the elements and putting them all together wouldn’t make another me. This me is the last me, Well, That’s what John Green said”

“I hate John Green!”  She said, pouring mojito in to my glass.

“His stories are too predictable. Girl gets cancer, Guy falls in love, and then the girl dies.”

“That’s what you see in the movie, And that’s nothing like what the book says”  I objected.

“Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia”, my voice.

“Who said that? “

“John Green”

“Well that’s true though”, She mumbled, breathing out smoke in to the night sky.

“Our lives aren’t the same N,  Your life is screwed up, I screw things up.”


“Here , Live a bit ” ,

She passed me the Cigarette.



I’m lost.

The emptiness in life suddenly hits you and you start wondering what is happening. What  do I want in life? What’s next? You will be this and then what? Dreams, bigger dreams, you keep moving from bottom to the top.  But somewhere in the middle you start wondering what’s the point of all these. And you just wish to fall through. Until you hit somewhere. Go with the flow I guess.

Anyway, Being the cryptic person I am, I’ll just end the post with this.

If this life was “Looking for Alaska”, I’ll be Pudge and you’ll be the perfect resemblance of Alaska Young.

If people were rain, I’d be the drizzle, and you are a hurricane.