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Classic.


The truth is brutal, but has its own poetic beauty.

We all know its true, I think many, especially fan boy types, chose to live the fantasy that that poor girl who's been getting reamed, donkeypunched, AIDS-infected and swirlied for a good hour and looks like she's passed out with the heroin nods has in fact instigated this shoot, is greatly enjoying it and is doing it all for free, just because she likes it so much.

No one [maybe one or two?] does it for the money, they all do it free for the love. Because the porn industry is just chock-full of nice guys and gals who want nothing more than to have a good time, take care of each other and share it with everyone for free.

Porn is kind of like Woodstock. The good one in the 60s not the evil one in the 90s. Just lots of cool cats loving each other, sharing the love around, all for free, because its so fantastic.

Why hasn't a porn producer ever won a Noble Peace Prize [or a porn writer one for literature]? Yasser Arafat doesn't count. Its a travesty, a complete travesty, and I for one am outraged.







The problem is that, essentially, porn continues to thrive based almost purely on this fantasy element.

Contrary to Julia Kristeva's quote, "Show me what I permanently thrust aside in order to live." porn runs the other way, exploiting the darkest side of human sexuality, while placing that part that is all so real, and in some cases, all so tragic, away from sight.

Our ability to consume one rests almost entirely on our decision to not acknowledge the other because that would be tantamount to ruining the fantasy.