I'm a woman and I love pornography. (I just don't cover it up with the term "romance novel"; you know, the ones with the day-glo pink and violet covers with fleshpots gripping one another on the front. Just give me the pictures and be done with it, thank you.)

Providing it's not the gross or violent sort.

But then I have de-conditioned myself against the sort of social foolishness that makes women looking at pornography an "unladylike" thing. Out of this my own tastes have taken on a "womanly" fashion. I love art porn like the classic bawdy Decameron prints or French illustrations from the 18th century; the Rembrandt prints and the wonderful, humorous paintings by Francois Boucher; the x-rated frescoes of Pompeii and Herculaneum, and the exceedingly sexy sketches of Klimt and Von Zichy.

Few people have seen these works, and most of them are pretty darn detailed; some more so than your standard Hustler close-up shot. But there's something of humanity in them that makes them more than just models spreading it out. It's the joy and the passion that the artists inject into the work. Maybe that's what women are looking for. When we women say we aren't into pornography, maybe what we are saying is that we want something better than pornography.

Spice it up a little. Make it interesting. Let us know that there's more than mechanistic satisfaction at stake.

Alliekatt