Let me paint you a picture.
Yesterday, my friend Marta sent me a screenshot. It was a promo post on a certain spicy red platform (you know the one). The banner read: “La vecina tetona y su novio se apuntan al porno.”
“Apuntarse al porno” isn’t what it used to be. We’re not talking about a black couch in Van Nuys, California. We’re talking about a Ring camera, a ring light, and a Wi-Fi connection. The pandemic broke the fourth wall of intimacy. Suddenly, everyone realized that the guy next door who fixes motorcycles and the girl with the incredible figure are just two clicks away from being content creators.
Here is where the blog post turns into a cautionary tale.
Honestly? Good for them. Rent is expensive. Eggs cost a fortune. And if “la vecina tetona y su novio” want to fund their summer vacation to Cancún by selling a little fantasy, that is their god-given right as citizens of the 21st century.
Let me paint you a picture.
Yesterday, my friend Marta sent me a screenshot. It was a promo post on a certain spicy red platform (you know the one). The banner read: “La vecina tetona y su novio se apuntan al porno.”
“Apuntarse al porno” isn’t what it used to be. We’re not talking about a black couch in Van Nuys, California. We’re talking about a Ring camera, a ring light, and a Wi-Fi connection. The pandemic broke the fourth wall of intimacy. Suddenly, everyone realized that the guy next door who fixes motorcycles and the girl with the incredible figure are just two clicks away from being content creators.
Here is where the blog post turns into a cautionary tale.
Honestly? Good for them. Rent is expensive. Eggs cost a fortune. And if “la vecina tetona y su novio” want to fund their summer vacation to Cancún by selling a little fantasy, that is their god-given right as citizens of the 21st century.