We never said we had sex with 300 girls in one year.

That's spread out over 10 years, not one.

Someone has a reading problem, I think.

And we don't go hiking with people to fuck them. Things just end up happening, because, like I said, we have RELATIONSHIPS with them.

Do I care about these girls, and women?

You fucking bet I do.

We're still in contact with most of them, too.

One runs one of the biggest ad agencies in New York City, and is now married. Another does runway modelling in Paris, and has a few Cosmo covers under her belt. None, except for the 'one that got away', are in porn. And I'm still working on that stray one, as you can see.

It's funny how women who sell their bodies love to talk about the 'sacred marriage.'

The girl we knew used to bring that up, too.

Talk about contradiction.

My wife and I have the most honest, wonderful marriage in the whole world. We tell each other EVERYTHING, we are fun to hang out with, and we don't understand how you people have this really strange view of the 'sacred marriage.'

What it comes down to, is your 'exhibitionism'.

Your 'exhibitionism' is nothing more than a stupid, cliche attempt to get CONTROL over men, for some trespass that was committed against you in the past.

Thus, you have this distorted view of 'sacred marriage'.

You can't share someone you love because you need to control everything. The last time someone controlled you, it made you nuts. That's why you're doing what you're doing right now.

In a loving relationship, darling, both people are equal.

You wouldn't be able to handle that, Gen.

You aren't past what got you so angry, so damn mad, that you wanted to control everyone and everything by doing porn.

My wife knows everything, is my equal, and I cherish her. She doesn't need to control everyone by becoming a stripper, or doing porn. She has her emotions under control.

Unlike you.

You are here on this board because you need approval.

You want my approval the most.

You want to make me into every other dork you've ever known, and I just ain't that guy. Sorry.

I'm the guy you always wanted, but couldn't keep.

You couldn't keep a guy like me because your anger makes you TAKE ADVANTAGE all the time. You have never worked your problems out, explored them fully, and whenever the guys you like has his back turned...you take advantage so you can have the illusion of control.

But I'm a tough motherfuckingsonofabitch, and you can't pull the wool over my eyes.

I don't need your sex.

I want your trust.

I don't care if we ever have sex.

Tell you what though, if we ever do...I won't be like anyone you've ever fucking met.

95% of an orgasm originates in the brain.

I have a really, really big brain.

You haven't even scratched the surface.

As to your annoying question:

Here's my answer.

I am only in this room, on this board, for one reason, and one reason only.

I am here to attempt to pull the girl who went astray out of this self-destructive world of porn, to let her know that she can come back with open arms, and that we still care.

From what I have heard, she has come here, and read what I wrote. That's a good thing, and encouraging.

Attempting to put my wealth behind a testing format that should already have been in place is ridiculous. It's up to the porn studios to protect themselves, and their performers. It's as simple as that.

From what I've heard, my discussion of this topis IS MAKING WAVES, and yes, even though people may say they hate me, most of them- when Red Light, JM, and Sineplex dudes aren't around and lurking- most of these girls say I'm right.

Sky Lopez may even have come here, and been inspired by my opinions. I would say I'm making progress, if that happens to be true.

As for you not ever wanting to meet...that's your choice.

It's a really, really silly one, but it's yours.

You spend hours on here, going back and forth with me in some sort of pre-coitus drama, but you're too afraid to go get a cup of coffee, and take a walk by the ocean. Amazing.

I think you fear me.

You fear the fact that I can look inside your soul, and see that little girl in there. The little girl who has no idea what she's doing, and wishes someone would tell her to stop.

I can't be what you need me to be if you won't even get a damn cup of coffee.

Or do you have to be paid to get a cup of coffee?

Is there one normal relationship thing you can do without being paid, or having a camera on you?

If not, I'd say that's pretty sad, and needs to change.

You fear me, Gen.

You fear me because I KNOW, and I SEE.

Good luck trying to get that from all the losers you hang out with.

It don't exist, babe.

The Outsider