My friend Anne was lying in bed with Mac, her boyfriend of six months, when an ex-boyfriend from fourteen years ago hopped into their bed. I look at it as porn, just a more personal kind of porn where I can imagine them more vividly, what they felt like etc. We obviously discussed not sharing them but beyond that, I absolutely suspect that he kept them and won't delete them even if I asked him to honestly. You'll thank me in one or two decades. Did you simply delete them?
This is the best advice.
Which apparently a lot of them lack. Cutting ties is no longer so easy—nor, I guess, do we really want it to be. I hope I dated better people than this. When I briefly dated a man with the same name as my brother, I never worried about the psychic trauma that would occur if I said his name in a sexual context. I'm guessing because someone feels doing that is the only power they have to hurt someone back as badly as they were hurt themselves. Porn is just some naked woman. My friend Sam has two significant ex-girlfriends, both of whom he contacts when drunk.