I’d never really given porn much thought. I’d certainly never aspired to be a porn star. I thought the term porn star was just some sort of 70s nostalgia. I wasn’t even that bothered about watching porn. I’d gotten off on it on the odd occasion I had watched it. Usually on some ropey old VHS cassette that was doing the rounds in the local pub. It hadn’t even occurred to me they made porn in England in the era of the new millennium. Porn was abit like a fairy tale to me. I knew it existed but like the Loch Ness monster or UFOs or big foot it was not real.
Pornography, to give it its true name, is fantasy – to the viewer. To those of us that make it it’s as real as life itself.
Though I’ve met many that are confused by this notion. Sometimes this is a sad thing as having no grip on reality usually is. Other times it makes me laugh. I often use the phrase if you don’t laugh you will cry and this is mostly true of these instants.
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