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especially bars and strip clubs—in need of promotional goodies,<br />
more patrons, and bigger bar tabs.<br />
I like my porn buddies. Any savvy drug dealer will tell you<br />
that the goods all come back in the end. Bar owners let me<br />
drink for free before their doors even open. I get invited to<br />
all manner of events. People give me free passes to movie<br />
premieres and rock shows. I eat free meals. I get discounts at<br />
clothing boutiques, hair salons, and tattoo parlors. And best<br />
of all, everyone knows my name.<br />
Well, at least the name on my business card.<br />
—<br />
1:45 – 2:00 p m : Leave the building to take a smoke break<br />
and proof your copy. Note four run-on sentences as you<br />
notice the new beefy salesman smoking a cigar around<br />
the corner. Note that his biceps and cheesy crew cut are<br />
not your type. Find his stature oddly appealing while<br />
pretending to proof remaining copy.<br />
This is a heavy subject to tackle.<br />
I’ve seen the good in almost everyone. Specifically, I’ve seen<br />
good reason to fuck almost anyone. There are three reasons<br />
for this:<br />
1. I used to not know that hypersexuality comes with<br />
bipolar mania.<br />
2. I used to entirely depend on porn for sexual<br />
gratification.<br />
3. I used to indulge in meaningless sex with many onenighters.<br />
Let me try to explain.<br />
First: I was born with a sexual birthmark in my manic genes.<br />
Second: I saw my first porn video at the premature age of<br />
ten, and knew I was hooked.<br />
Third: I’m on the left side of the 1:3 ratio of women who were<br />
sexually abused before the age of eighteen. In my case history,<br />
the files will tell you that I was six.<br />
One common consequence of molestation is growing up<br />
without steady sexual boundaries. I’ve had more sexual partners<br />
than Jenna Jameson. But that’s nothing to brag about,<br />
because I didn’t get paid to do it.<br />
It took me years of therapy to realize the difference between<br />
what molestation meant to the world and what it meant to<br />
me: With the help of an abused teenaged boy, I discovered<br />
my clitoris and how good it felt to be touched.<br />
The sensation of being touched by a fresh finger or tongue<br />
or cock is a sexual rush that I still have to resist today. It also<br />
took me years of romantic disasters to understand the difference<br />
between sexual addiction and intimacy. Behold how<br />
I’ve terrorized:<br />
High-school boyfriend: two and a half years. I tortured him<br />
with the terribly scarring things that fucked-up teenagers do<br />
to each other. He’s a Christian minister now. There isn’t a decade<br />
that goes by that I don’t wonder if I’m the reason why.<br />
College boyfriends: six months average. All are fathers, gay,<br />
married, or drag queens now, and there isn’t a year that goes<br />
by that I’m not astonished by and proud of them for still talking<br />
to me.<br />
The girlfriends: one or two weeks apiece. All of them are actual<br />
lesbians, and there isn’t six months that go by that I don’t<br />
wonder if or why I’m not.<br />
First true love: eight years. Responsible for trying to teach me<br />
the purpose of sexual boundaries. There isn’t a month that<br />
goes by that I don’t wonder how things might’ve gone if I<br />
hadn’t gone astray...eight or eighteen times.<br />
Best sex: two years, one of which overlapped the true love.<br />
Fighting and drinking and fucking. There isn’t a week that<br />
goes by that I don’t wonder how we managed to last as long<br />
as we did.<br />
And now, my man, where my terrors grew up, got old, and<br />
died. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t thank him for<br />
dating a 31-year-old bipolar pornographer who publicly celebrates<br />
her career and conquests in lieu of repeating past<br />
mistakes. I don’t know if I’ll ever understand why he chooses<br />
to be with me. He’s beautiful, sexual, brilliant, tough, and best<br />
of all, he runs at full capacity.<br />
Now, would I have ended up working in porn without all of<br />
these factors?<br />
I’ll always have to take a pill to calm my manic sexuality. I’ll<br />
always have a porn habit. It’ll always be a challenge to remember<br />
the consequences of standing face to face with<br />
the intoxicating mugs of temptation. My demons are everywhere,<br />
bowing to my body with their phallus-curved horns.<br />
Sex is my heroin.<br />
So, the answer is, probably not. But I can say this: I’ve busted<br />
my ass to learn where my limits end and how to like my life<br />
within them. Plus, my job is more interesting than yours.<br />
—<br />
2:00 – 2:10 p m : Receive sweet phone call from boyfriend,<br />
who has planned an unexpected night on the town.<br />
Thank your lucky stars for dating a solid, secure, and<br />
understanding man.<br />
I can’t speak for the significant others of everyone who works<br />
in America’s adult industry. But at Sex World, the employees’<br />
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