[It is] a two-way love, acts of reciprocity, where both parties involved are giving and receiving. When love's only one-way, eventually it becomes pornographic, a body that is used, rather than a body that is shared.
Without feeling . . . the erotic world is silenced, reduced to a collection of objects we can curate and control, be it a vase, a woman, or wilderness. Our lives become a piece in the puzzle of pornography as we "go through the motions" of daily intercourse without any engagement of soul.— Terry Tempest Williams, Listening to the Land by Derrick Jensen