I'm reading this novel by the guy that wrote the novel "Fight Club", called "Snuff". Its about a woman that is trying to beat the number for largest gang bang ever recorded...Yeah I know...WTF???
I actually was attracted to book because the cover kicked ass and I wanted to see who was responsible. By the time I figured it out I was sold on buying the book.
Anyways, the novel has me thinking about porn...even more than usual. As kid growing up watching the scrambled channel, hormones raging, I couldn't help but to think "Damn, I wish this channel would get clear for 30 to 40 minutes". And after that I would think... "Damn, I would really love to be a porn star. Being able to have sex as a job would be the shizneeto bam snip snap sam". Little did I know at the time that my childhood wasn't fucked up enough to fit the requirement to get the job... SMH.
Who'da thunk it? Apparently in order to totally disregard your personal sense of dignity as well as the respect and or livelihood of your friends, family, and associates you'd have to go through something that would blur the lines indefinitely. Talk about fucking up a fantasy.(Don't let that last line make you think for a second that I'm putt off of porn though...because then you'd be lying to yourself.)