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counting reverse cowgirls and doggie/mish/oral sequences,<br />
in between rocking himself in the corner and telling the directors,<br />
“Uh-oh, fifteen minutes to Wopner….”<br />
It was no wonder to me why porn performers always seemed<br />
to be thinking about anything except what they were doing.<br />
Granted, when I press “play,” I know I’m not going to jack off<br />
to lovemaking, but sometimes I’d like to see at least like-making.<br />
Puffy lips polish knobs with the precision of bottle-topping<br />
machines in a factory. Close-ups on genitals go beyond<br />
the actual human capacity of seeing, creating panoplies of<br />
indistinguishable meat rubbing together in ways that would<br />
make Karen Finley cry, “Plagiarism!” Abattoir sounds of fake<br />
orgasm compete with screeching saxophones and synth<br />
beats to conspire against my sanity and irritate my neighbors’<br />
dogs. Ropes of semen shoot onto flinching or bizarrely grinning<br />
faces like a child’s prank, the bottle rocket aimed at the<br />
teacher. And the positions seem like a cruel Cirque du Soleil<br />
masterpiece, though they often do serve as a reminder to attend<br />
my weekly yoga class.<br />
not porn sex, so they wanted me to supervise and coach the<br />
performers. At the same time, the biggest HIV scare to hit<br />
the porn industry in many years was all over mainstream and<br />
adult news outlets, proclaiming an industry-wide shutdown<br />
until all tests were in. Unlike the gay porn industry that condemns<br />
and forbids unsafe sex practices, the straight porn<br />
industry insists that safer sex and condom use would doom<br />
their businesses to failure, claiming that condoms take away<br />
from the “realism” of their work.<br />
After the first public HIV scare in 1997, a few renegade performers<br />
got together and founded a testing clinic and nonprofit,<br />
attempting to make HIV testing (at minimum) socially<br />
mandatory for performers. Even with such positive strides,<br />
an HIV breakout occurred. The leading adult industry magazine<br />
put out an issue with a sexy nurse on the cover, proclaiming<br />
“Killer Sex,” and ran opinion pieces on both sides<br />
of the testing debate. As if it were debatable, like, “Drinking<br />
lye can kill you,” versus, “Drinking lye is only something you<br />
need to worry about if you’re gay.”<br />
So when my years of sex-ed training, porn reviewing, several<br />
books on sex and sexuality, and a willingness to talk about<br />
it on camera landed me in “porn valley,” I was excited to<br />
have my first real, live on-set experience. I brought my digital<br />
camera and extra batteries, and had a list of<br />
questions for the performers and director. But<br />
it wasn’t just any porn set: The highest profile<br />
“men’s magazine” had flown me to Los Angeles<br />
to make a how-to sex-ed segment based<br />
on my two most popular books.<br />
When I got off the plane, I discovered that the wealthy gentlemen’s<br />
glossy outsourced all their film ventures, and were as<br />
cheap as the day is long. The first day of filming in their tiny,<br />
stuffy offices went fine, and I did a series of basic anatomy<br />
descriptions in a “talking head” introduction to the segment.<br />
They told me that the next day we’d be on location to film<br />
the sex scenes and that they had porn performers coming<br />
in for the shoot. In the scenario I was a sex counselor for a<br />
couple who wanted to learn more about oral sex. It was to<br />
be the most explicit segment the magazine’s cable TV franchise<br />
had done yet; they’d had to get personal approval from<br />
the famous billionaire owner, and they were cleverly cloaking<br />
the pornographic demonstrations in an educational wrapper.<br />
I was nervous.<br />
Perhaps the problems started before I’d even arrived, when<br />
the producer was too shy to interview performers for the<br />
shoot. The outsourcing company had never “done porn,”<br />
but due to the sexually explicit nature of the segment, had to<br />
hire porn performers. We needed to show sex techniques,<br />
The next morning started out sunny and warm, and as the<br />
production assistant and I entered the mansion, I realized that<br />
I’d seen the rooms of this house in some of the “high-class”<br />
porn films I’d screened. I noted the credit card on the glass<br />
coffee table in the otherwise spotless house (which was for<br />
I had a sneaking suspicion that Rain<br />
Man was running the porn industry,<br />
counting reverse cowgirls and<br />
doggie/mish/oral sequences.<br />
sale), and a ratty-haired blonde asleep on the couch in the<br />
game room. I quickly snapped a photo of her, and the flash<br />
made her bolt upright in an instant—not asleep, after all.<br />
The performers arrived half an hour later looking like they’d<br />
just come from an all-night porn party. The female was a tattooed<br />
brunette who was a recognizable name in the porn<br />
world; he was a tall, blonde surfer-boy type, and they both<br />
told us they were a real-life couple who did porn together. I<br />
was elated, and though they seemed standoffish, I knew that<br />
once we had a chance to talk, they’d see that I was a knowledgeable,<br />
supportive porn fan. We’d chat and gossip about<br />
the porn business, laughing and making fun of long fingernails<br />
in “lesbian” porn. I looked forward to working with the<br />
sensitive, artistic temperament of performers who’d see the<br />
educational vision of the segment and would conspire with<br />
me to explicitly convey a slightly subversive yet sex-positive<br />
message. But until then, I couldn’t help but notice that no<br />
matter what the male performer was doing, his hand always<br />
strayed to his crotch, grabbing his cock, his balls, or something.<br />
I wondered if porn people developed their own kind of<br />
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