Remembering that they're people

This is intended for fellow fans of adult art, be it pictures, porn, erotica, etc. I was reminded today that our proclivities can sometimes be interpreted in ways we don't see coming. I love watching adult movies with real, albeit sometimes not Oscar worthy, plots because my most powerful erogenous zone is my mind. The plot is important to me because the whole scene is what immerses me in the moment, being a participant, an observing participant, in someone's erotic moment. But the people playing those roles and living the real life versions of those scenarios are people, they're not objects or disposable, they're fellow humans. This may sound a little unusual but I'm incredibly grateful for their art. It's almost therapy for my erotic soul.