What is porn, that what you see or the feeling that is generated? When I was about 7 or 8 (early fifties of the last century) we had no television. One of the highlights of the week was the cinema. Each Sunday afternoon “the matinee”, special for kids. Very cheap, so always a full house. Black and white movies, mostly Roy Rogers, Laurel and Hardy and George Formby. In one of the Formby movies there was suddenly that male ballet dancer. The picture quality was so bad, that it looked as if he was dancing naked. The strength and the beauty of his movements made me shiver. It was my first moment of great sensuality or even sexuality, it felt as if I got a fever.