As I’ve been getting more deeply into radical feminist ideology, especially the anti-porn and anti-prostitution aspects of it, my distaste for and fear of porn have only gotten stronger.
Porn is yet another one of those things I never gave much thought to. Don’t get me wrong, I have enough social science degrees to know the dangers of porn and sex work in general. My undergrad thesis was a study of dancers at a local strip club and their interactions with social service agencies. I talked to a lot of strippers. In my book Try a Little Tenderness, I tried to honestly convey as much of that world as I could. Those women were honest and forthright with me, and I tried to do right by them in my book. So yeah, I know all of the statistics and I know from professional interactions just how tragic it can be.
But it didn’t really come home until I had sons of my own. I’m horrified by what they will some day find on the computer. We have all…
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