Oops...pornography!

Being painfully single, and living with 3 roomies has its challenges.

For example, having been alone as much as I have, I'm used to...erm..."snapping one off" whenever I feel like it. Same goes for watching porn. Now me, being a very private person, I'm very hush-hush about porn. I don't talk about it much, express much external interest in it (though I have some), I'd even go so far as to say I'm kind of in the closet concerning porn. Not sure why. It might have something to do with previous relationships where porn became something of a communal scenario. And the experience(s) couldn't be described as "fun". Unless you live in a bizarro world where up-is-down, in-is-out, good-is-evil, and "fun" is actually like getting your bits 'n pieces caught in a belt-sander.

While in relationships, the porn-viewing became more of a Ebert & Roeper (or perhaps even a Waldorf & Statler)-type affair. Nothing kills eroticism (what little there may be to had, depending on the porn being viewed) like critiquing/heckling. But I digress...

The point I was attempting to make (and stopped to ramble, during) was that for me, there has been some adjustment in having roomies. I no longer watch, or download as much porn as I used to. The frequency in which I masturbate, has also declined. Even with my door closed to my room, I simply cannot trust that a roomie won't come a-bangin' at my door, for some retarded reason or another. I've acquired masturbatory paranoia.

Which reminds me (again, with the rambling!) of what I was going to post in the first place. I needed to talk to a roomie, earlier this week. So I went down the hall, to their room, and knocked on the door. "Yo!", responded my roomie. Now to me, a hearty "Yo!" means "Come on in!". Let's just say I caught him on his laptop, with his knickers down, watching some hot black-on-white, interracial action.

Oops.

I admit that we both really handled the situation like champs. He simply stopped what he was doing, looked up, and said: "Dude, I'm watching some porn". To which I replied: "Hrm, sorry", and I promptly closed the door.