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you can sift through all the things that get your rocks off while getting a history lesson at the same time.
It must be God’s biggest practical joke on humanity that anything the least bit thrilling—drugs, drinking, sex with multiple partners (preferably all at the same time)—is usually followed by a joy-killing dollop of “What the fuck have I done?” Porno, of course, is the quintessential WTFHID? commodity because no matter how much fun it might be to watch two people with bald genitalia bone in positions you’ve never imagined on surfaces you’d never deem safe, after a while you’re all but certain to run headlong into a stiff-tissue-filled slit trench of seedy guilt. But there’s a way to loophole it—intellectualize your porn! If you’re reading a book—Dave Thompson’s Black and White and Blue: Adult Cinema from the Victorian Age to the VCR, for instance—you can sift through all the things that get your rocks off while getting a history lesson at the same time. It’s like broccoli that tastes like chocolate. Phallic Frenzy, a book about esteemed perv director Ken Russell and his perv films by Joseph Lanza, is another. And yes, there are pictures in both. Pop Rocks’ one criticism is that neither book has large-print or wipeable pages. Doubtless these minor oversights will be remedied in later editions.
