Deborah on porn

I feel challenged and disconcerted when I see websites that feature full-on, explicit porn right from the point of entry. They can make my own exploration of eroticism seem pathetic. Well, I thought Deborah Encollared was quite sexy, so sod you if you aren't stimulated. Will I look sexier if I burst into tears?

But, to respond to the challenge, I've never much cared for full-on, blunt pornography. An imaginatively erotic nude pose yes, but  'look at my big tits, and see my "come on, boys" smile' or 'here's my vag, go to town' postures don't do it for me. A classy film that incorporates eroticism into a fantasy feast for the subconscious, such as The Holy Mountain or Lisztomania I find far sexier that shots of couples bonking. I'd rather see Helena Bonham-Carter clothed that most online hot girls unclothed.

Why? Maybe because my notion of femininity includes delicacy, sensitivity, refinement. Hardcore is hard; the feminine should be soft.

This is all so far from actual female experience, all so bound up in male heterosexual attraction to the female. Yes, I know. And well I should know: that is where I, Deborah, exist. I inhabit a bubble bath of pure sexuality. So come and get me, readers!