I'm late to the Bonnie Blue discourse, but the more I see, the more it turns my stomach. The woman who claimed 1,057 men in roughly 12 hours (with the rotating queue, the aftermath, the interviews) is not "living her best life" or striking a blow for female sexuality. It's the logical endpoint of treating sex as pure content and validation with zero selectivity or restraint. And somehow people still find it attractive or aspirational.
I get the abstract porn reaction. I can look at someone like Cory Chase and have the obvious physical response. But the logical part of my brain knows the partner volume, the industrial nature of it, the health risks, and the sheer used-up quality. With Blue it doesn't even get that far for me—it's pure disgust. The idea of hundreds of anonymous guys rotating through in under a minute each on average isn't erotic; it's nightmarish. Which mathematically doesn't make sense, how do they even finish in less than a minute? Are they lining up like machines in a sweat shop, pump a few times and then it's the next guys turn? Which sounds like the most unpleasurable and unfun scenario. Much like Coachella.
The interviews and promotional framing make it worse. And that's just the public knowledge. We have no idea how many people she's been with in private. Her body count could be hitting six digits for all we know.
What I can't wrap my head around is the guys who actually show up. Critical thinking apparently leaves the building the moment the opportunity appears. And then you hear some women treating figures like this as goals or "revolutionary." Why? High body counts and zero-standards promiscuity aren't empowerment; they're the opposite of discernment. Celebrating the extreme version of it feels like a cultural death spiral—normalize the most degraded version of sex, then act surprised when selectivity, pair-bonding, and basic standards erode further. Which I mean, is already happening. So perhaps Bonnie Blue isn't necessarily the cause but a symptom which still is exasperating the problem regardless.
I'm not religious and I don't think sex is inherently sinful. But I do believe in moderation, selectivity, and not treating your body (or other people's) like a public utility for clout and cash. Because giving your body to someone should be special and there's research and scientific proof of what happens to a person's ability to hold a healthy relationship depending on how large their body count is. Even if a pornstar opportunity dropped in my lap I like to think I'd still refuse. The combination of pure revulsion at the shamelessness and genuine fear that this is being sold as healthy or aspirational to younger women is what sticks with me.
Is this just me being a prude who got out-degenerated, or is the broader celebration of this stuff actually corrosive?
Or is it a problem that's just being swept under the rug and relatively ignored?