[...] before the internet, many of the stars that I was pounding it to in magazines and VHS tapes were already dead, but with no internet, I had no way of knowing. I didn't find out they were dead until many years later. Porn star obituaries weren't exactly front page news back then.
So I've basically jerked of to dead guys my whole life, why should I let it bother me now?
Ruthlessly blunt, but quite true! :cheers:
As others have said, at least their work was captured, preserved, and likely to be available on the internet for eternity. There are worse legacies than being wank material for thousands of fellow gays: when it comes to the truly god-like iconic performers, their video work is the closest many of us would ever realistically get to having sex with someone like that.
Of course I'm saddened whenever I hear of a performer's premature passing. It was especially sad losing so many to suicide a couple years ago (Arpad Miklos, Wilfried Knight, Roman Ragazzi, etc). During a wank, it crosses my mind now and then that they're gone, but I dismiss it to focus on the joyous sexual energy they put on my screen. What other choice do we have, really, and how better to honor them?
On a more crass, practical note: styles of filming, sexual interaction and body appearance change every few years- sometimes radically. If the older porn weren't available, or we were too squeamish about dead performers to view it, some of us would have nothing to wank over (the recent tidal wave of guys covered in tattoos, with hair in a man-bun? Blecch! X_X )
