The Times Magazine - UK (2022-05-14)

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puberty – with a smartphone in one hand and
their penis in the other.
As one on the receiving end of this early,
intense and isolated porn exposure once they
reached maturity, there were upsides. Ben,
whom I dated on and off for a few years
from the time he was 23 (and I was 40), was
a bright, keen and diligent student who had
applied himself to learning how to give great
oral sex by watching a shitload of porn. It
had worked; he was a fantastic lover – skilled,
spontaneous and dedicated to his partner’s
pleasure. He was also far more open-minded
and sexually adventurous than the men I’d
dated back when I was 23. I can’t say whether
that was all down to a heavy teenage devotion
to porn, but I believe it played a big part.
But some aspects of his generation’s
open-minded adventurousness can also feel
offputtingly aggressive. I’ve had an alarming
number of men in their twenties try to choke
me during sex, assuming that it’s part of
the normal, everyday sexual menu, even
on a first date. And while I hear from my
female Gen Z correspondents that that is
the case for many of them, it is certainly not
for me. And forcibly removing a man’s hand
from your throat can really ruin the moment.
One guy, Adam, slapped me around the
face without warning or consultation, and,
when I asked him never to do it again, told
me that I should “push my own boundaries”.
I’ve even had a man – lovely, clever Jack,
with whom I was in a committed relationship


  • ask if he could strangle me to the point that
    I blacked out. He assured me I would regain
    consciousness quickly, but, call me a prude,
    I wasn’t that keen to find out.
    I’m not judging anybody’s kinks here

  • everyone has the right to indulge their
    peccadillos (with consent). But I seriously
    doubt whether so many of the thoughtful,
    intelligent, egalitarian men who then put their
    hands to my throat would have thought of
    doing so on their own, without the firehose
    of porn they’d streamed into their still
    malleable minds since puberty.
    There is other odd stuff too, like the fact
    that they consider pubic hair so wholly novel
    they have to talk about it all the time. To the
    point that their wide-eyed wonder over a full
    bush can get a bit boring and uncomfortable
    eventually. They’ve apparently never seen
    an adult woman’s vulva that wasn’t entirely
    waxed or shaved, either in porn or sadly – and
    undoubtedly as a result of the pornification of
    popular culture – among their peers.
    Far worse, in my opinion, is the effect
    it appears to have had on their ability to
    enjoy real-life sex. The brain-body connection
    seems to have been entirely broken by years
    of youthful masturbating, in private, to a
    tiny handheld device loaded with a never-
    ending supply of ever more extreme sexual


The Times Magazine 19

I LOVE YOUNGER MEN. THEIR
PORN HABITS, NOT SO MUCH
PR executive Lucy, 43, used to have a liberal
attitude to porn. Dating younger men with
dangerous fetishes has changed her mind.

t was probably around the time
I found myself removing a much
younger man’s hand from my throat,
and explaining – much to his apparent
surprise – that I didn’t enjoy being
choked or strangled during sex that
I began to revise my opinions on porn.
Like, I imagine, most women my age
(a very youthful 43), my actual exposure
to porn was limited – almost non-existent
really – pre-internet. (For our younger readers,
I should probably explain here that back in
the 20th century, you had to work quite hard
to come by porn, sequestered as it was on top
shelves, in specialist newsagents and video
shops or, via mail order, in brown envelopes.)
I’d never sought it out, never inadvertently
stumbled across any – certainly not on the
bus or in the House of Commons chamber


  • and the men I dated in my teens and
    twenties were not (as far as I knew, anyway)
    habitual consumers.
    No men I knew had, unlike former MP
    Neil Parish, experienced a “moment of
    madness” in viewing explicit content while
    at work, and nor had they, also unlike Parish,
    found themselves – oops – accidentally
    landing upon porn while “looking at tractors”.
    My lack of actual experience of porn did
    not in any way stop me – as a strident, mouthy
    liberal – from holding some strong opinions
    on it regardless. It was harmless, I believed,
    and I would regularly debate as much with an
    older, equally liberal but vehemently antiporn
    friend. Men wanking to one-dimensional
    imagery wasn’t in any way troubling to me.
    I mean, whatever. Their getting off to Razzle
    wasn’t hurting anyone.
    And my boyfriends to that point backed up
    my view. They’d read a few jazz mags, perhaps
    seen a fuzzy VHS tape or two and, from my
    university years onwards, possibly visited
    some rudimentary websites, but their
    scant consumption of porn had no bearing
    whatsoever on what happened between
    us in the bedroom. There was no connection
    between anything they’d seen or read and
    our own sex life.
    It was, I went so far as arguing, an industry
    that should be less regulated and vilified.
    God, I thought, we’re all so prudish – porn’s
    not problematic.
    Twenty years on, with Pornhub receiving
    more traffic than Amazon or Netflix, I take a
    very different position. At some point in my
    early thirties, I gradually (and entirely without
    design) stopped sleeping with men my own
    age or older, and started dating – and having


casual sex with – men who were 10, 15,
sometimes 18 years younger than me. Men
who – perhaps as a result of having grown
up in a world of female empowerment and
less rigid gender roles – were wonderfully
untroubled by dating an older, more successful
woman who sometimes referenced things they
couldn’t remember. Like the Gulf War. Or 9/11.
They were also the first generation of
digital natives. While I was at university, still
writing essays by hand, they were growing up
without landlines. And by the time they were
hitting secondary school and the hormonal
apocalypse, porn was no longer something
they had to leave their bedrooms to procure.
They came of age – by which I mean raging

I


‘I never stumbled


across any porn



  • certainly not in the


House of Commons’


Former MP Neil Parish, who watched porn
on his phone in the House of Commons

l The top 3 porn sites receive
5.81 billion visits a month.
l Porn sites get more website
traffic than Twitter, Instagram,
TikTok, Netflix, Pinterest and
Zoom combined.
l 77% of Pornhub’s UK traffic
was via a smartphone in 2020.
l 1 in 8 porn titles shown
to first-time visitors to porn sites

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