OK, I might be a bit odd, but porn in and of itself doesn't bother me much. It's kind of like if he needed to wear my underwear or something to get going. Whatever floats your boat, I'm pretty much game as long as it doesn't hurt anyone.
But if he is substituting porn for me, then I have a problem. I do not know if this is the case, but I suppose that I will eventually find out.
