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We work in porn, but we’re primarily a marketing company.<br />
And like every other marketing company, we have meetings.<br />
Creative meetings and concept meetings and blue sky meetings<br />
and review meetings and results meetings and monthly<br />
employee meetings and feedback meetings and consultant<br />
meetings and—the mother of all meetings—team meetings.<br />
This type of meeting is porn-free. This is the exchange of carnality<br />
for bloodshed. This is the platform where we discuss<br />
the progress and regress of our team. This is where we’re<br />
trained to use euphemisms: Concern, not anger. Assumption,<br />
not gossip. Improvement, not complaint. Adult videos,<br />
not porn. Come, not cum. Great sex, not fucking.<br />
At this point, I’ve watched at least<br />
6,240 hours of porn, and that’s<br />
just for work.<br />
After ten years, I’ve spent $316,495 on psychotherapy for<br />
manic depression. But the team meeting is free. It’s group<br />
therapy for the psychoses that arise from dealing with sex<br />
as a commodity. Although the team loathes these biweekly<br />
appointments, the sessions will prove invaluable for the rest<br />
of our lives.<br />
Now I’ve become more functional as a Sex World employee<br />
than I ever was on the therapy chaise lounge. So I quit my<br />
shrink and started spending her $150 hourly fee on cocktails,<br />
computers, books, and clothes. I love the team meeting.<br />
—<br />
11:30 – Noon: Write copy for new lingerie products<br />
while continuing to observe the aggravating courtship<br />
between ex-boyfriend coworker and his latest girlfriend<br />
coworker.<br />
A year into my job, I began a time-consuming affair with a<br />
fellow Sex Worlder. Our attraction was based on four crucial<br />
details:<br />
1. We both had Todd McFarlane action figures of Leatherface<br />
on our desks.<br />
2. We both wore Ramones T-shirts on the day we noticed<br />
each other.<br />
3. We both were nursing heartbreaks with a lover’s elixir<br />
of booze and barbiturates.<br />
4. We both were raincoaters fostering our porn addictions<br />
with grudge-fucking.<br />
It’s impossible to keep illicit romances secret inside an office—especially<br />
when the office is stocked with more explicit<br />
material than any secular citizen should see. I’ve summed up<br />
this year and a half of interoffice drama in one universal chunk<br />
of wisdom: Kids, don’t fuck your coworkers.<br />
—<br />
Noon – 12:30 p m : Scarf down your lunch while screening<br />
comp porn that makes your brain wince.<br />
Ah, the power lunch: unmonitored excursions filled with sushi<br />
and roasted duck over a bed of baby bok choy, topped<br />
off with Grey Goose martinis and industry gossip. Glamorous<br />
café settings where Armani-suited pornographers negotiate<br />
exchanges of footage for funds. Where more ass is kissed<br />
than in any analingus video.<br />
But, sadly, not so.<br />
I eat ramen noodles at my desk, with a plastic fork in one hand<br />
and a remote control in the other. My lunch hours are spent<br />
simultaneously writing copy and watching<br />
shitty porn. These videos are called “comps,”<br />
and they’re the worst kind of porn: choppedup<br />
footage from existing productions, badly<br />
edited and unworthy of masturbation. I save<br />
these comps for lunchtime to balance how much they suck<br />
with the pleasures of Cup o’ Noodles. And that’s my power<br />
lunch.<br />
—<br />
12:30 – 1:00 p m : Taste-test the new Spanish fly gels and<br />
try not to gag on flavors like Iced Tea and Mulberry Delight.<br />
Knock out nine descriptions for products like the<br />
White Poon Pecker and the Black Cock Dong. Admire the<br />
equal opportunities for jelly dongs at Sex World.<br />
After twelve years of marketing, I believe you can bundle<br />
vomit in a pink satin bag and make people believe they can’t<br />
live without it.<br />
Be Sexy. Be Sick.<br />
Lose Your Lunch in Our Heavenly<br />
Pink Puke Bag!<br />
I used to feel guilty for writing copy that lied about how every<br />
dildo was unique, every comp was a high-quality production,<br />
every lingerie garment was as soft as Japanese silk, and how<br />
every liquid stimulant with an exotic blend of ginseng and L-<br />
arginine could make the most frigid clitoris reach orgasm at a<br />
whisper’s flutter.<br />
But when I saw how many stock dildos and comp videos<br />
and scratchy negligees and genital gels our customers purchased,<br />
I realized that writing copy isn’t lying. Sometimes<br />
people believe more in the idea of the dildo than what the<br />
dildo actually is. No matter how foolish or unnecessary or<br />
cheap a product might be, it makes someone happy. And<br />
that’s what matters.<br />
—<br />
1:00 – 1:10 p m : Receive call from father. Halfway into conversation,<br />
remember to mute the moaning and scream-<br />
178 EVERYTHING YOU KNOW ABOUT SEX IS <strong>WRONG</strong>