Secrets in Lace

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Is Porn Unhealthy??? With Constance 'Dusty' Miller.

An interview with Constance 'Dusty' Miller

Is pornography healthy or unhealthy?

I think that depends on how you use it, how much of an obsession it is. How extreme is what you're looking at, and why are you looking at it?

Of course a certain level of prurience is healthy, sex is healthy. Visuals are important whether it’s real or virtual. You can be obsessed with sex to an unhealthy degree. Sex is clearly a good thing on some level. Yet a blind man can enjoy sex, in their case other senses would dominate in the brain.

What do you mean by that?

If you’re looking at porn fifty times a day, it’s probably an obsession. If you haven’t gotten laid in a while, and you’re thinking of going solo, it might help to spark some interest. 

Assuming you’ve masturbated since puberty, you’ve done it thousands of times. The younger you are, the less artificial stimulus you need. Older people need some help. Marginalized people, a person with some issues might need some help. At some point, there are few surprises left and it’s just a chore. It’s something that your body needs but the mind can’t get into sometimes. Great sex depends on foreplay—even when you’re alone. Which is a bit weird, especially if you’re really self-conscious. We still wonder what other people might be thinking. Has anyone guessed that I might be whacking off right now? It’s like the walls are watching sometimes—and they have their own sort of running commentary. Let's be honest. Most of us aren't that good-looking. We know what we look like. Yet it must be done. Most humans have some narcissistic impulses. What if we don't turn ourselves on? It makes it awfully hard to give ourselves pleasure, which the human body needs.

Are you a member of any particular singles group?

No, although there are places I’ve considered.

Such as?

So why not?

Because they are parents without partners.

Too much reality then; not exactly what you’re looking for. What about dating websites?

Yes, but they want money to communicate with other members, so I’m shit out of luck. Also, too many of the men are looking for surrogate mothers and unpaid domestic servants. I’m not all that interested in a quick splash in the park. Some of them are worse than that. Some of them are real creeps, and of course you’re never going to know up front who’s who and who’s what.

See any people you’d like to meet?


Do you ever look at porn?


Care to expound?

Sure. There are times when you want to write some erotica, and without a little external stimulus, it’s left entirely up to your imagination. There are some areas where I have absolutely no experience. Let’s just say it’s been a while and we’ll leave it at that.

So what are you looking for in porn?

Holy. Some kind of production values. Some kind of encounter that isn’t cheesy as hell. Something I haven’t seen before. Something with a little bit of redeeming social value…

The story is important, in other words. So what about kidnapping, non-consensual sex, simulated rape?

It has its place. It depends on how desperate and how up-tight you might be. To be raped…by the right person, that might be all right. The trouble is, it’s never going to be the right one. I suppose that’s why they call it rape. It might have value if we are unable to give ourselves permission to express ourselves sexually. The rape fantasy is one thing, the reality is of course extremely abusive. To be dependent on a rapist clearly isn’t good and healthy at all.

Have you ever been obsessed with porn?

Yes and no. Last winter, I was writing some stuff and I needed inspiration. I looked at quite a few sites and watched quite a few videos.

Were those all sites for men”

Unfortunately yes.

Do you watch the whole thing?

Not really. For the most part it isn’t very good and you skip to the next one. Most porn is real crap, it’s not sensual at all. A lot of it is just plain boring. It’s exploitive and kind of degrading if the people are not that attractive. It also depends on the activities.

Did your sex life improve?

To some degree—yes.

So what would turn on a Dusty Miller?

A bit of an approach, for one thing. Some kind of courtship ritual, some kind of mating dance. Some kind of seduction or flirtation, because I think that’s what it takes. Two people rutting like pigs with no real emotional connection doesn’t really turn my crank. Cute guys, that’s always good, but just try not to be too much of an asshole about it. I am by no means a sure thing, and it doesn’t take too much to turn me off. Sex is all in your head, when you get right down to it. I don’t want to have sex with someone I don’t like.

When was the last time you watched any kind of porn?

I watched a couple of minutes the other day.

How did that make you feel?

Well. It’s been a while, and it did kind of get my heart racing.

Is that good?

I suppose it’s better than nothing.

Do they make porn for women?


What’s the difference between porn and erotica, erotica and romance? What makes a good love story? Do women really look at this stuff?

Sometimes, but rarely. Let’s see. Porn is porn, prurient for its own sake. Erotica takes in the written word, more than pictures or video. Erotica is porn with some class. A good love story is about that emotional connection between two people and their challenges, the challenge that must be overcome to get together.

So what turns you on?

A little sensitivity. A hairy chest and a nice guy with a brain in his head. Some kind of emotional connection. The way a man talks is everything. I can't stand idiots, for one thing.

How narcissistic is BDSM?

I don’t know. Probably to some degree for both partners. I suppose it’s possible that some are looking for the sort of attention that focuses on themselves exclusively. That’s why a complementary pair is so crucial.

Hence the dominant and submissive partners.


So are you dominant or submissive?

A little bit of both, I should think. For me it’s more about role-playing games, than any great role that can never be changed.

It’s sex-play.


So what’s it really about then?

It’s probably more about the fantasy than the reality. In that sense, it’s probably healthier than self-denial, guilt, shame and all of that ilk.

Any advice for men?

There’s someone out there for you. A relationship works both ways. It’s a bit of work. Don’t slap women around. It’s probably not worth it, not if it’s gone that far.

Thank you for talking to us.

Not a problem.

Any last words?

You’ll have to wait for those. For one thing, I ain’t dead yet.

Let’s hope you find someone.

Yeah, right.

Thanks, Dusty.




Thursday, August 27, 2015

When Life Gives You Lemons, or Gynecomastia.

FatMike, (Wiki.) That is one ugly broad.

Constance 'Dusty' Miller

I was having tea with our editor here at Long Cool One Books, he’s some guy called Mike.

He said he had a headache, and he had just taken his last two aspirin. Some kind of beer-clot, a beer-embolism in the brain is what he said. It’s either in the pre-frontal cortex, or possibly right down in the brain-stem, the primitive fore-brain of song and lore.

Reaching into my purse, I offered him a Midol.

“Oh, no.” He said he was afraid it would give him gynecomastia.

Mike knows a lot of big words, that’s why he’s editor.

“I don’t want to start growing breasts, although I would probably appreciate them, ah, probably as much or more than the average bear. Hell, knowing me, I’d probably never leave the house.”

I started laughing because we’re never entirely sure with Mike, whether he’s serious or just pulling our legs.

“No—seriously. The last thing I need is for my hips to start spreading. Next thing you know, I’d be developing a bit of a camel-toe and then I’d have to start buying real tight slacks so I could sort of show off that big old thigh-gap and that nasty old camel-toe.”

Then there’s the whole male pattern baldness thing.

“Honestly, I’d be the ugliest woman you ever saw, Dusty. It’s okay for you, right—you’re pretty.”

He crossed his arms and sat back. There’s just no way he’s going to take that pill, which is really more of a symbol than anything.

“Oh, come on—you can’t be serious.”

“No, I am. Look. If life gives you lemons, you make lemonade, right?”

“Ah…sure.” Not too sure where this one’s going.

“Yeah, I got to be honest with you. If I ever started turning into a woman, the first thing I would do is get right on the phone to the Glamourous World of Ladies Wrestling. I’d be chucking them little ladies right out of the ring in no time at all, left, right and centre—”

Mike’s about six-foot-five and I reckon he probably would be tossing them around like Cabbage Patch Kids and dead little fur-babies. He would knock the stuffing out of them. It would take quite a few whacks across the back of the head with one of those ubiquitous folding chairs to take a big guy like that down…

“Yeah, I’d endeavour to be the best gynecomastia-guy that ever lived. And they’d be pissed off too, and who can blame them. But basically, if I can avoid it, that’s probably better as it’s not really what I want.” Apparently all them female hormones, coupled with the loss of testosterone as he ages, sort of compounds the danger.

“Ah. Oh. Okay.”

“So, really, I’d be foolish to take that kind of a risk.” All those precious bodily fluids or something…not quite being what they should be.

It seems he was serious after all.

Anyways, sometimes you’re better off to live with that headache.

With a brain like that no wonder it hurts sometimes…

< ring…ring…ring… >

“Hey, Dude! What’s up?”


Mike’s on the phone. Apparently some guy named Caitlyn.

They talk sometimes, God knows what about. This is the psychological moment and I must make my exit.




(I can't believe you did that, Dusty. Oh, well. It's your blog, but... - ed.)

(Oh, come on. It's a good story. - Dusty.)

(Do me a favour--next time call me Earl or something, okay? - ed.)