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I first discovered porn at university, finding it to be an excellent hangover cure. Sometimes I watched it more than once a day, though I was never hooked rather, it was a way of killing time in between lectures and nights out.

While many men openly admit to watching pornography, the topic is much more taboo among women Ive always wondered if I was weird. Porn, for me, promises bountiful reward in return for minimal effort: select a video, rev your engine and race across the finish line.

The problem was, finding a video that satisfied me was hard. Women being aggressively pummelled and called a c**t before enjoying a (very fake) screaming orgasm and receiving a cumshot to the face just didnt turn me on. Id eventually give up and head to the lesbian category, where there at least the womans pleasure was taken into account (hi, clitoris!). I resented the unrealistic beauty standards for female actors too, whereas the men were permitted to age, sport body hair and develop a beer gut just as long as the penis was huge, too.

Nonetheless, my orgasms prompted by porn were fine. But even having got myself from A to B to Z I still felt a niggling dissatisfaction; it looked like an orgasm, it felt like an orgasm, but the experience hadnt felt organic.