Why I Love Watching Porn In Public

By Ida Kinky

 

When I was 19, I went out on a second date with a guy my friend introduced me to. Our first date was at Chipotle so, naturally, I had to up the ante and took him to see a 3D porno called The Lollipop Girls at The Fillmore Theatre in San Francisco.

Having seen another cheesy flick but days before, I thought it’d be a softcore, belly button fucking kinda romp. Instead, it was a XXX feature film with enormous 3D tits, naked ladies on trampolines, hung hunks trying to storm the gates of Troy (which served no purpose to the plot, of course), and a stranger stroking his cock two seats away from me.

And I fucking loved it. Not the rando jerkin’ it or having to explain to my date why watching porn together isn’t necessarily an invitation to come home with me (though it’s definitely a tease), but the experience of watching everyone squirm awkwardly with flushed faces got me going. I spent a good chunk of my childhood hunting for porn, concocting lascivious plots for my Barbie dreamland, and rewatching sex scenes in movies, so it seems only natural that as an adult, I’d dig watching people get down on the big screen. Add being a nosy reporter to the mix and in the Venn diagram of curiosities, nosiness and voyeurism seriously overlap.

You’re probably not going to find me watching a peep show on Market Street, (though you might see me doing just that in Amsterdam), or hiding in my roommate’s closet while she fools around. What I enjoy watching most in public is the shit I’m not going to find on a normal cruise through the sloppy mass of internet porn. There’s something unusually titillating about watching 20-foot high tits and ass with 500 of your nearest and dearest – case in point, the East Bay Express’ erotic short film competition, Briefs.

I’ve seen a whole lot of embarrassing, unusual, hardcore, and super-hot sex in four years of attending Briefs – an annual, raucous event showcasing amateur erotic film at Oakland’s Grand Lake Theatre. My favorite film of 2014 was Taken, a spoken word kidnapping fantasy overlaid with blurred lights about a woman who waits on the side of the road every night, naked with shaking knees and slutty eyes, to be picked up and roughed around by the same stranger. It was right up my fantasy alley, and I was impressed that the writer/director was able to put her forbidden desires out there for everyone to see.

But the piece most likely to make me want to fuck (the best judging category each year, in my humble opinion) was Introducing Alaya, a girl-on-girl-on-trans man threesome with multiple orgasms and much seat wetting among viewers. I’m a straight, cis girl and normally don’t seek out that flavor in my viewing palate, but the passion and post orgasm fuck high smeared across Alaya’s face made me want to take my date to the bathroom and see what we could recreate. As a creature of habit, it’s a nice to get turned on by something new.

What I like most about Briefs, Dan Savage’s HUMP! Festival, or any time I get to see porn on a bigger screen than my laptop, isn’t necessarily getting all hot and bothered or the pent-up energy of a theater full of viewers creaming their jeans, itching to go home for some lovin’. It’s getting to see different bodies, relationships, and conceits that you normally would, and enjoying it. I’m sure there were a few audience members squicked out by the sight of a man getting fisted by his girlfriend while being called Daddy, but I loved having my expectations and taste challenged.

Before production was closed down indefinitely, I got to indulge in my long-time fantasy of attending a taping of Public Disgrace, a Kink.com website where women are fondled, flogged, and fucked against their will (but not really, consent is sexy!) in front of a participatory audience. This particular event was a birthday party for host/domme Princess Donna, who was presented with two blonde waifs in frilly socks to torture with zappers, canes, and various hard-dicked professionals.

Although I didn’t participate in the orgy of fingers grabbing at the model’s hair and nipples, watching such a spectacle was an exercise in unleashing pure id. I got to see an otherwise taboo scene acted out for my viewing pleasure, indulged in its “wrongness,” then watched the models leave, satisfied, of their own volition.

Enjoying this scene among strangers could be deemed unladylike and that’s what I dig most: the inherently political statement that challenges social mores. Everyone on the screen and in the theater is actively debunking the myth that sex is something private and too sacred to share. Instead they’re celebrating freaky shit and using it to bring people together. Fortunately, the Bay Area has no dearth of opportunities to see sexy things among strangers, so go out and get off.

 

Image: Briefs Facebook

 

 

Ida Kinky is a Bay Area reporter in love with nitty gritty freaky shit and soul music.

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