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No. 27734
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Suspension of disbelief. We know porn is fake. It's like pro wrestling. Staged, highly choreographed, predetermined outcomes. But in order to enjoy either forms of entertainment, you have to forget about that part of your mind that's telling you how bogus it really is. You know it's fake yet you can still find value and worth in it. If a pro wrestler gets hit in the face and doesn't fall down and clutch where he was struck, there's no believability. Even though you know he's not really hurt, his pretending to be hurt suspends the disillusion.
In the case of Ms. Nutty Funbags here, the same rules apply. In order to enjoy the fantasy that she sells (because that's what porn is, a fantasy), you have to suspend some disbelief. Just as a wrestler falls to the ground when struck, the porn starlet must portray herself as the desire of your fantasies. She must set the mood that allows a man to forget all about the realities of sex: Diseases, love, jealousy, children, etc etc. But by airing her dirty laundry concurrent to the fantasy she sells, she destroys all suspension of disbelief. She is essentially a wrestler who gets hit but who doesn't fall down. It's not very convincing and leaves you scratching your head, wondering, "What's the point?"
Fat women with huge knockers and mental health issues are a dime a dozen in America. By her laying herself out there, saying, "This is me, this is who I am", it makes her no different than any other woman. We all know women like this. Perhaps some of them are our mothers, our sisters, our friends. Some of us are probably even married to women like this. In that case, what value does she provide? Her business is to sell a fantasy yet she offers nothing but cold, stark, reality. And it's not like we're trying to see this side of her. Because, as you said, she's such an "open girl", she puts her faults and flaws out there for everyone to know. And that's not porn. That's not a fantasy. It's some sort of sick form of voyeurism.
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