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a place in which life stops happening

The issue has to be: what lies beyond the current relationship our society has with it, and how does one get there? Can pornography be singular – can it escape cliché and script? One of the terrible things about pornography is that it’s so anonymous. It’s my cousin watching three hours of white noi…

—p.316 Porn: An Oral History SEVENTEEN (305) by Polly Barton
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my God, man. Have a vodka

[...] A friend of mine, my cousin, stopped drinking alcohol, but he didn’t tell me that. We went out to a bar in Soho and he ordered a bottle of vodka. I didn’t know he was in AA at that time. He made me drink a bottle of vodka in front of him so that he could get a kind of thrill from it.

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—p.314 SEVENTEEN (305) by Polly Barton
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people go to fisting workshops

This is more of a general observation that extends wider than just porn, but I feel that in the queer community – or maybe I should say among millennials and gen Z, because it’s just as much of a generational thing – the backlash against sex being taboo, and against unhealthy beauty standards and a…

—p.89 FOUR (86) by Polly Barton
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to push through the embarrassment

[...] The main reason I liked it was that it increasingly struck me as a very generative thing to do: to push through the embarrassment, to change your feelings about doing something by exposure, to wilfully enter into conversational territory where both parties felt vulnerable and to allow yoursel…

—p.26 ZERO (13) by Polly Barton
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what would I miss most about being alive?

As I walked, I thought about my answer to Nobody’s question. What would I miss most about being alive? It felt like bad luck to say what aloud. Instead I kept my answer close to my heart, like a locket containing my lover’s hair. It felt good to hold it there. It was both a secret and not, both hus…

—p.325 Soft Core by Brittany Newell