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On the surface, porn is such a fun and liberating thing, but off camera it's just sad. So many of these girls were raped, sexually abused, beaten, abandoned...It really wears on you. Many of them aren't even thinking about the future. Especially when you get to the B-listers and below, porn is pretty much all they know. Depressing to say the least.

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Could you guys be any more wrong?

What's so fun and liberating about porn? It's boring. It's mindless, banal, fodder for pathetic mouth breathers. Once you've seen a few tits and dicks going in pussies it's all about the same from then on out. If you're still fascinated by naked people rutting like animals, chances are your intellect is about an asshair above the downie halfhead who moans and chirps with glee endlessly at watching the Slinky come down the stairs for the 302nd consecutive time in a row.

Now... on the other hand. Taking it all in... the girl who was raped and sexually abused, beaten, abandoned, with no future... who fronts like this career is "liberating" and ends up hooked on coke, suicidal, and eventually get AIDS or blow their brains out...

THAT is something else.
THAT is excited.
THAT is arousing.

The problem is you guys are looking at the shiny wrapper and not the delicious candy inside. There are so great moments in this documentary - like the time they show the last boyfriend, the cocaine supplier, a man twice her age - back in his home after her suicide. He's in the bedroom talking about how hard it is to sleep there still - and points out a small patch in the wall near the head of the bed where the police dug the bullet out that went through her brain. I fucking love details like that. Really. THAT can get me hard.

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