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Finding Acceptance and Inspiration

If you had told me 10 years ago that some women liked porn...I don't think I would have believed it. It seemed like such a "man" thing. It seemed so out of line with what I thought women would like...what I would like... What did I like? In my younger years, after we had a satellite dish installed, I discovered the Playboy channel. I watched shows on it a few times, one being Sex Court, which I found entertaining and the other was a talk show ( can't recall the name. ) I remember feeling curious yet totally worried about being " caught "...there was shame associated. Even though, it was the most actual sex education I ever had. Now, this may come as a shock in one way or another to you, but... I like porn. It's a profound, " holy crap " sort of realization that is completely liberating. For a long time, I blamed porn for part of why my relationship with my ex-husband was not great in some areas. What I didn't realize at the time, it wasn&#
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