Literature is propaganda when its writer is trying to indoctrinate you. Art is pornography when it is rendered to sexually arouse you.
What if the writer is telling you the truth? What is the real harm of a sexual fantasy?
Propaganda is not always a lie. Fantasy is imagination, not reality. There is nothing innately wrong about sexy propaganda. On the contrary: If it inspires me, I shall have more ideas and energy to write and render my own work.
The unimaginative believe in thought crime. They confuse feelings with intent. They expect everyone to be mindless and numb. Well, everyone else. These people are typically hypocrites. Their sanctimony is to keep a secret.
I am inspired by the art and fiction of liars and perverts. I am not corrupted because I am neither a liar nor a pervert. I am simply energized by the passion they charged their product with. Their art and fiction are like batteries I can use to power my own art and fiction.
Do not fret enjoying what you know was made by nasty
people. Quality counts, even when by the hands of the wicked. If you are
sincere, only good shall come of it.