It's an unusual sort of pornography/voyeurism to be looking up people you know on the internet.
Not with any intent necessarily. Not neccessarily.
I've just spent a half an hour looking for some indication that a story I read in a lesbian porn mag, "On Our Backs", a few years ago, was indeed written by an old girlfriend of mine. I probably didn't buy a copy at the time because I was embarrassed to be reading the magazine. Would I buy one today? Probably, and then I'd have a copy and wouldn't be wasting my time dredging through the trivia of an internet profile of someone I used to sleep with. Why do I want to know this? Instant gratification of some whim. Half an hour? Hardly instant, but then, it's good if it lasts a while, isn't it?
Saturday, August 30, 2008
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