February 10, 2015
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(Although she’s not lost the plot as tragically as these folks, who are happily paying someone else to film them getting it on, capturing their posteriors for posterity. I feel like the exasperated old lady in that TV commercial: “That’s not how any of this works!”)
Anyway, don”t dare confuse The Sex Factor with Sex Box. On that reality show, a couple has sex in a large plastic box; then a panel of “experts” counsels them on their marital problems. Within living memory, had a program like that somehow leapt from the pages of a Tom Wolfe or Kurt Vonnegut novel and onto our TV screens, it surely would have garnered Super Bowl level ratings. Today, our collective jaded sexual palette quickly consigned Sex Box to instant oblivion, the television equivalent of a one-night stand.
So while the producers of Sex Box are doing the walk of shame, is anybody out there making money from smut?
Webcam girls say they are. Cheap and simple technology means a low barrier to entry (as it were). Set up your Webcam and secure payment method, and suddenly you”re a stripper without the sleazy club, a centerfold without the aging “playboy“ clinging to you like a parasitic twin. Some women are reportedly raking in a million bucks a year.
You”ll be relieved to learn that I won”t be joining them. Using the example of “Mounties,” I”ve previously proven the lie that is Rule 34 of the Internet, which erroneously claims: “If it exists, there is porn of it.” And sadly, at least for my bank account, I”m cursed with the one physical attribute for which not much of a fetish exists: cellulite. No one wants to pay to see my corrugated thighs. I feel sorry for God, though. Apparently He has to see them, and for free.
