Yes. But not a very good one. 
Two weeks of no masturbation and no porn will usually cure even the most hardcore “porn burnout”.
Try going on a “porn break” for awhile. It worked for me.
There is also fine written erotic literature out there to consume when one has had too much of the visual medium, if completely abstaining is too much of a commitment.
It’s a post-postmodern thing.
You see, in a post-modern world, guys say they don’t like porn because She is number one (“Hey, you are the only woman I see, girl”). She knows he is lying, and he knows she knows, but still he says it. And by her acceptance of his protestation (I’m paraphrasing Umberto Eco here), she acknowledges that he does love her despite the existence of his extensive porn collection in both videotape and DVD, not to mention the humongous melons on the poster on the wall that blaze at you as you sit on his toilet for the first time.
But it’s time to grow up. It’s not a post-modern world now. We are living in a post-postmodern culture of honesty and truth. The truth is…guys never liked porn. It was all a deceit created by Andy Warhol and Mick Jaggar. A big joke that just got out of hand. Sorry ladies.
That supposed “billion dollar” porn industry? Just a scheme to launder money for road-building contracts.
Well put. Indeed it has been remarked vis-a-vis Baudrillard that:
It is no coincidence that his book Seduction was published in '79. Clearly the break from the conformity of the '50s effected in the '60s led to its own form of conformity; the social consciousness becoming the hyperconforming consciousness; the kernel of truth embodied in the Age of Aquarius becomes the simulation of Jonathan Livingston Seagull; the seagull as the metaphore has become real, the real becomes simile, and simile becomes smile–which is strictly distinct from an upside-down frown; the frown itself now becoming known as the “head-stand grin”.
This new seduction of reality vis-a-vis sea birds and smiles contained it’s own backlash in nurturing the spirit of the seagull in a sweater vest, bow tie, and argyle socks: Alex P. Keaton. The manifest obviousness of this transformation is reflected in the final step toward the extacy of escalation in an attempt to protect ourselves from the pain of reality by subjecting ourselves to an even stronger version, a caricature of monstrous proportions virtualized in Reaganomics, the neutron bomb, and power ties. The final step of the American spirit, a little behind the curve, is “pornography the ecstatic form of sex.”
Only one problem remained: The masculine still had no place to put his erection. Hence his lie and her acceptance. “A hard man is good to find” was the cry of the vagina, unless it was attached to a lesbian.
Woman, however, being too powerful in her use of seduction – too skilled with the wiles of feminity – taught the masculine that she was and is indeed number one. But with the popularity of the automobile, and the masculine’s inability to give up the dirty photo “just in case”, pictures of well used glory holes remain with us.
You know, with a little practice I think I could get into this postmodern thing.
I think I’m gonna go for a chai tomorrow. I hope Bonnie is working.
I wasn’t lying. I’m not gonna deny that porn is erotic or what have you, I’m just saying that porn doesn’t have the same attraction for me that it once did. The proof? That amazing porn collection? Erased. Not one picture, not one movie. I’m talking about porn in the purely visual sense of course; A well-written erotic story would make me dry hump a cactus.
Best sort of porn break is, of course, the unconscious one where you don’t have to make it a decision - because some wonderful person just makes your collection so much less interesting by being the.one.woman you want to look at all the time.
So nice…
That being said, erotic literature does it so much more for me - or better yet, pure fantasy. But maybe I’m just less visually inclined in these areas and tend to go for the other senses.
Sure signs of spring: The beautiful girls come out from whereever they’ve been hiding for the whole winter. As do the alcoholics.
Perhaps all the girls just start to look pretty because you started drinking again, then? 
It’s worse if you work in the porn industry. All the mystery is gone.
As I am sure guanolad (cow orker of mine) will attest, yes, you can get tired of looking at naked girls. We do it for a living (produce porn, solo and GG stuff). I am much exicted to meet a new potential model, or just look at the model in her clothes, when she turns up for a shoot, really.
Like any job, you get sick of it. Which is a shame, cos it ruins yer sex life… but then you do have more time to read books, so I guess it’s a fair tradeoff.
abby
oh jeeze. Let me repost my entire thing, cos that last post I made dumb typos. (a mod, feel free to delete the previous)
As I am sure guanolad (cow orker of mine) will attest, yes, you can get tired of looking at naked girls. We do it for a living (produce porn, solo and GG stuff). I am much more exicted to meet a new potential model, or just look at the model in her street clothes, when she turns up for a shoot, really.
Like any job, you get sick of it. Which is a shame, cos it ruins yer sex life… but then you do have more time to read books, so I guess it’s a fair tradeoff.
abby
Thank you for that excellent rendition of postmodern, or is it post-postmodern, gibberish. Taken in small quantities, it’s quite amusing.
I believe you. I know lots of guys who dump their porn collection when they get a girlfriend or when they decide porn is the root of their problem getting laid – then rebuild them later, lamenting their foolishness. I know many, many married guys who have porn collections.
Porn never gets a headache.
Porn never thinks what you like is disgusting.
Porn never says “no.”
It’s all one-way of course, hence no substitute for a real relationship, but it do have some advantages.
Let me lay things out for you all very simply.
Almost everybody likes some kinds of food, most people like a lot of different kinds of food. In fact, many people develop extensive collections of books and magazines that describe, in lascivious detail, exactly how to prepare all kinds of different foods. Many such books detail the preparation of exotic foods that most folks actually eat only rarely, if at all.
And most such books and all such magazines are generally filled with close-up, full-color, explicit photos of food totally displayed on plates, the juices, sauces and gravies glistening on hot, simmering foods.
No one claims that looking at pictures of food and reading about them is morally wrong or that God doesn’t like it. There’s no “anti food porn” lobby.
Along the same lines, I have never understood how it is possible to like sex itself and not to like written and visual depictions of it. If you like the one, you like the other.
It’s really that simple.
Evil Captor
It’s not ‘that simple’
Looking at porn does nothing for me. It doesn’t turn me on, it doesn’t turn me off.
Looking at pictures of food does not cure my hunger, nor does it make me any hungrier.
Maybe I am just not visually stimulated, which I think is unlikely considering my job is an artisitic one.
I like sex very much indeed, but I find looking at it boring.
So I am quite able to like one and not the other.
Of course, this is just me. But not everyone works the same way.
Naa, Coldfire. My alcohol intake is pretty constant throughout the year, maybe with a tendency to a little more in the cold seasons. Alcoholic? Maybe, but if so, I’m thankful it’s in a social fashion.
It’s just that when it gets warm enough for skirts, the bums decide it’s warm enough to go to the square again. And that makes me wonder what they’ve been doing that whole time - the bums and the nice legs, respectively.