Ever since the days when I started reviewing records I’ve taken a lot of criticism myself. The more punishment I dished out the more enemies I made and even more allies ironicly. I was naïve but knew enough to know where I was right and where to make a stand. My devolution went from reactionary to angry to armed revolt as a “musician” where I turned on tuned in and dropped out. Pointless. I decided to commit myself to porn journalism from the fanzine level of punk outrage where the foundations for the say what thou wilt shall be the whole of Smut’s Law on the status quo were laid enraged.. And so the crusade continues in cyberspace sparked from the years and dollars spent as a frustrated consumer of porn just like how I started writing about music. I got sick of flushing a stash of scratch on shitty records. One fateful day just to speak my no justice no piece I turned my pen into a weapon where words would be my sword and somehow managed to be heard and get free stuff also. How’s that for melodrama? Sure, I eventually realized I wasn’t going to change anything but it was all about the venting and redrum painting myself into a corner. Now I just look for an escape and merely scoff at the crap. Ok, well, now that was music and this is porn criticism. A slightly different beast to party with now. Ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight? This is where things get really absurd. Porn is art. Porn isn’t art. Smut is a Libra. He has contempt for stupidity marketed as genius. Smut is a dreamer. I’m starting to get wrapped up in my imaginary war against the establishment. I take it too seriously but just don’t take it too personally b/c to hate w/a purpose you’ve gotta have a sense of humor. It’s only porn, remember? Tick tock and it don’t stop.