As a web-porn tsunami continues to wash over us, what’s the damage? Yet another media industry nearly destroyed by the Internet; a youth culture more sexualized and chaste at the same time; and adult bedrooms full of three-ways, with two real people subjected to the tyranny
of a busty projection.
• An After-School Conversation With Girls About Sex and the Internet
• Porn and the Vanishing Male Libido
On the Cover: Photograph by Thomas Ruff. Taken in 2000 from a series titled Nudes, in which the artist manipulated images found in “thumbnail galleries” on the Internet. Courtesy of David Zwirner gallery, New York.
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