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Saturday, January 5, 2013

Enough


I watched a movie on Netflix a few weeks ago called After Porn Ends. As the title suggests, it's about life after one's career in pornography fades. In the film, former adult film actor/producer/director and now historian Bill Margold said -

What we give them in the adult entertainment industry for a brief shiny moment, is immortality, validation, and credibility. Every one of us, no matter how insignificant we may think we are, wants to be recognized at one time or another in our lives. 

Sveta Dorosheva


As I am weirdly concerned with what my first grade teacher thinks of me (no, really), the thought of doing porn has never even crossed my mind. But not for the sake of me. For the sake of my reputation as it is preserved in the mind of Mrs. Hendricks, primary educator. (Note: I have never once said that I am mentally stable so just accept the reality of those last two sentences and let's move on.)

I've always had admiration for the porn people because while I have been pushing around a wheelbarrow of shame laced anxiety since the mid '80's, they seem to be cool with literally what...ev...er. Of course, I'm not so delusional as to think that their lives are unscathed but that's not even what I'm thinking. I'm thinking about Mr. Margold's words.

Why do we feel the need to leave our mark on this planet? Some people do it by having kids - passing down genes, a name, money, blah, blah, blah. Others do it by naming a park bench or a wing of a hospital after themselves. Put out a disc of your music. Publish a book. Break a world record. Win a gold medal. See! Your! Name! In! Lights!

But why isn't being here enough?


Lise Sarfati

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Sveta Dorosheva
Lise Sarfati

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