So one thing about doing interviews with porn stars a lot is that you meet tons of them, and you learn, over time, that porn stars really are like everyone else. In the adult entertainment industry, you get the same cross-section of personality types as you get anywhere else. The only difference, really, is sex drive. As Francesca Le put it to one of my co-writers at WHACK! a few weeks ago, the only thing you need to be a porn star "Is to want the dick every time." I know I couldn't do that, but the people who can, and who are in porn, have simply chosen the right profession.
So when I go into an interview with porn people, whether it be via e-mail, over the phone, or in-person and on video, I approach them like I would anyone else, just bearing in mind that they're hornier than your average bear. No biggie.
Well, a few weeks ago I went to a Manhattan hotel to do an in-person video interview with a particular star who's earned her name not by performing in tons of filmed sex scenes with fellow porn performers, but somehow else entirely. Don't get me wrong, she does the sex scenes with other performers thing, but her claim to fame is her willingness, and very real, abiding desire, to have sex with her fans. She does this on world tours, where she has one-on-one, unfilmed, group, filmed, gangbang, bukkake... really EVERY type of sex she can, with her fans after screening them thoroughly for STDs. She loves fucking her fans. She loves, very very very much loves, to have sex.
And good for her! It's always enchanting to meet people who really love what they do for a living, and that happiness, that satisfaction with life, radiated off of her as we sat on her hotel bed and chatted in front of a rolling camera. I'm a very perceptive person, and I pride myself on being able to reflect the mood of anybody in my own speech, body language, and excitement level. Given that this lady was loving life, I soon found myself deep in conversation with her while we both giggled, beamed, and generally had a great time. At one point, when I asked her if she ever had sex with women or if she only liked men, she laughed and asked if I was hitting on her.
I wasn't. But, in the mood of the moment, I playfully grinned at the camera and said, "Of COURSE not" in my most "I'm-totally-lying" voice. We went on with the interview.
At the end, I made a joke about how we had to end the interview so we could move on to the lingerie-wearing pillow-fight we were about to have, since that's what all women do when left alone together in a bedroom. It was, as far as I could tell, an innocuous statement. After all, here I was with a woman who has sex for a living. How could she possibly take the off-the-cuff, playful statements of one interviewer to heart?
After bidding her and her husband a fond farewell (and after he'd commented on my breasts several times), my camera man and I took our leave. We posted the interview online a week later and sent the link to both porn performer and husband.
And shortly thereafter came a parade of bizarre Twitter messages and tweets to the general public that shocked me. She privately messaged me asking for my phone number. She asked if I wanted to go out for drinks. She tried several times to coax me out, to get to know me privately. And then she tweeted to her followers that I was so hot she'd almost fucked me during the interview. And THEN she tweeted to her followers that they should follow me because they could then imagine me and her kissing "while they lined up to unload on our faces."
I'm not sure that this qualifies as stalking. She's pretty much let it go. I have a feeling she may have been drinking that night. So actually, I know it's not stalking. She's just hornier than your average bear. And she likes me. So that's great. But it certainly makes me hesitate to ever see her in person again, because though I'm flattered by her regard... I have no desire, whatsoever--and this is why I'm not a porn star--to have a lineup of unknown men "unload" on my face. Or to kiss her, for that matter.
Ah, the joys of being a porn writer.
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