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How Hallucinogens and a Porn Shoot Saved My Relationship and Postpartum Sanity 

If there were an award for feeling most conflicted about porn, I’d take the cake, or maybe the creampie. Despite peddling sex and other bodily wares in various capacities for almost a decade, I’m not so keen on porn, at least the mainstream stuff. It feels reductive and hollow—an apologist for the male gaze, as I’m…