My biggest concern is that the sheer volume of pornography we’re exposed to is changing sexual behaviour.
A few years ago, I re-entered the singles market after a long, enforced absence and was lucky enough to meet lots of women 10-15 years my junior. Many thought the film-style “money shot” was a perfectly acceptable part of procreation, and threesomes seem to be perfectly normal… It was dreadful! 😉
I suppose my own sexual style was formed during the 1980s reading “hedge porn”, so poor lighting, awkward poses and remaining still for long periods feature quite heavily.
Even now, my “signature move” was inspired by a well-thumbed copy of Colour Climax that a school colleague had stolen from his father’s wardrobe.
As an aside, last summer I found a scattering of hedge-porn – or rather dry-stone wall porn – whilst riding back over Staveley Common from Long Sledale. To whoever left it there, thank you!