Semi-entertaining anecdote: When I first went off to college, I had seen lots of porn mags and softcore movies, but no real hardcore porn (it was the early 80's). So me and a buddy went to my first "Adult Book Store" in Dallas, which was like a small supermarket with rows and rows of magazines, vhs tapes, dongs, vibrators, etc. In the back was a door that led into like a dark warehouse area, with a couple of rows of jack-shacks, which was freaky enough for a country rube, and I went into one, not to jerk off (I was way too uptight), started pumping in quarters, and within seconds, somebody starts knocking on the door. I'm all WTF? and it was some scuzzy looking old dude, stereotypical pervert, and he never said anything, just tried to come into the jack-shack with me. I was totally freaked out and jammed my feet against the door yelling "Fuck off you old faggot!" or words to that effect, and he kept trying to get the door open... finally he went away and I got out and told my buddy let's get the fuck out of here. My first big-city porn experience was ruined by some old chickenhawk.
Believe me, I'm no stranger to porn and jerkin' off like a squirrel monkey, but I keep it private and shameful, like Gawd intended.
That makes a lot of sense, where everything is fine to do, things lose their ability to be as fun. Like Howard can do "all the crazy stuff he was fined for by the FCC"....well, it isn't really fun unless there is a bad guy to hate. I mean, assuming you can walk around pulling your crank in front of 50 random strangers at a jerkatorium, what do you do NEXT to get that thrill?
He who makes a beast of himself loses the pain of being a man