Unprotected Sex Should Never Be A Fantasy For Porn Stars To Peform In Real Life

This is a subject that I can't shake. It's something that's been driving me crazy.

Two weeks ago, a wrote an article for MUSED Magazine about a law that was passed in California that legally requires porn stars to wear condoms if they're going to be acting in adult films. You know what that means? It means that you are longer going to see porn stars perform unprotected sex on film in the state of California.

From the way it sounds, it appears to be a good thing. HIV/AIDS is still a big topic when it comes to sex. There are discoveries of new STDS like HPV for example, which an individual could get from having oral sex. The 21st century is becoming a time when we really have to take care of ourselves. As the world is evolving, we have to be prepared for these new things that are putting our well beings to the challenge. That's why I support this law in California.

There are those that obviously don't agree with me. Some production companies that make adult films are now planning on leaving the country in order to make the unprotected sex films they want to make. They feel the monthly checkups for HIV every 30 days is good enough for them.

I went over to MUSED Magazine's Twitter account when the creator asked readers the question before he publicly posted the article. The responses were split in half. The people that responded negatively said that the law shouldn't have been made. This law shouldn't be legal because it ruins their fantasy. Just because they don't want to have sex with the porn stars in the real life doesn't mean that they don't want to watch actual unprotected sex on film.

After reading the negative responses to the bill, I felt sad and disgusted. The fact that they care less about the porn star's health and more about fulfilling their sexual needs is repugnant.

I personally have no problem with the porn industry. I truthfully watch porn at least once a week. Some of my friends are friends with people who does porn. It's a part of our world that is difficult to separate. I don't watch films that has the actors having unprotected sex. I don't care if it's a fantasy. At the end of the day, these are real life people who are putting themselves at risk. It's ridiculous for the actors to risk their lives just to film something that the majority of people don't watch completely.

Let's be real everyone. When was the last time you heard that someone ejaculated after watching all the videos in one DVD?

I care about porn stars and their health. So I don't care if it's a fantasy of yours. Unprotected sex should never a fantasy for porn stars to perform in real life.

RAW by C.R. Knight

It's 2011 and no matter how many warnings and campaigns created to protect the world from viruses and STDs, people still enjoy raw sex. I have seen brothers on the internet who advertise that they are only into raw sex, yet their HIV status is negative. Really?  Are we that naïve?  Any fool should know better.  But I guess in some cases, we all are fools for slipping and sliding our lives away in the privacy of our homes and in the darkness of our bedrooms.  We continue to do things that remain unspeakable to our peers.  Privacy is one thing but shit, we talk about everything else.  I think sex should be talked about freely, why must we hide what we do?

Four months into the year and I was starting to have a jones for HIM.  It was a cold December night that left me speechless as he said to me "I guess I will see you next year."  I promised myself that I would never let another man have me so whipped that I would damn near give him my paycheck, but it happened anyway.

It was a mere two hours before quitting time at the office.  The city streets were already bustling with a Friday frenzy that only New Yorkers can produce.  My phone buzzed.  It was a text message from HIM.
"Whassup Court? You miss me?"
My body trembled at the first glance of his name across my Blackberry screen.  It took me twenty minutes to respond, not that I didn't want to, I just knew where the conversation could lead to... my bedroom.   With trepidation, I responded to his random text.
"I see someone has resurfaced."
Immediately he responded asking what time I wanted to see him.  How presumptuous, of him I thought, knowing damn well it was what I'd hoped he would ask.  So, we made plans for nine o'clock.

When he entered my apartment, he smelled like he was fresh from the barber's chair.  The hairy residue on his collar proved my theory.  He sat down on the couch and commenced to rolling a purple haze filled blunt.
"Some things never change," I blurted.
"Don't play.  This is exactly what you like and you know it." He retorted.  I grinned and returned to the kitchen to crack open two Coronas with a twist of lime.

After smoking, we retreated to my bedroom.  We were already naked, leaving our clothes scattered across the couch and living room floor.  He put his arms around my waist and laid me down.  Passionately, we made out until we were both fully erect.  I was there before he was.  The condom covered his hard, pulsating penis.  After several strokes and months of missing it's intrusions and it growing limp in my hand, I opted to rip the condom from the shaft.

In my most vulnerable state of naked, I surrendered to further exposing myself to his deadliness. I had been forewarned several times before.  But as my mama used to say, "a hard head makes a soft behind."

Hmmm.  All I can say is squeeze the Charmin.

Until next time...

Good Knight!