January 19, 2006
I've had a few emails recently from people condemning me for working in porn. I should have saved them to post here, but after replying to them to fuck off I deleted. Anyway, they were all bent because they think porn is the degradation of women and the highway to hell. One of them told me I was going to burn in hell. Another one asked me how I could live with myself?
Boy. Do I feel dirty. Not really, and here's why. I didn't invent porn. It's been around since the Egyptians and the Greeks and the Romans and all those ancient fucks. I didn't invent sex, or the war between the genders, or exploitation. I'm just a webber. I need to make money just like you, and you, and you. I live in Long Beach, but it's freeway close to LA.
Let me explain that for you fucktards out there who don't realize. See, the heartbeat of porn is Chatsworth. From there it sort of flows like a zen water fountain into the valley and downtown LA. This is why LA has such a porn vibe. It really is in the water. It's in the air. It's in everything. All of La and then Southern California but less so permeates with porn. That's why teens are getting tits. That's why almost every diet scam in the universe comes out of LA. That's why the whole celebrity fascination industry comes out of LA. It's all tied into sexual fantasy one way or another. Movies, TV, Celebrity Rags, Porn. All interconnected.
If TV was really concerned about theatre and quality it would be based out of Boston or New York, wouldn't it? What comes out of there? Soap Operas from New York and Public Television from Beantown. Porn comes out of LA because it makes money. You'll never know how much porn tainted cash turns hands in this town. You've got your crews and techs who do porn between "legit" gigs. You've got your plastic surgery docs who got started in porn. Oh, yeah. Believe it. You've got your club promoters and agents and managers and everything else associated with the entertainment industry that crosses the borders into porn and right back over again into being legit. Everyone can cross over, except the chicks.
You've got thousands of chicks who come out to LA because they're gonna be a big star. They think because they were prom queen or the prettiest girl in school that they're gonna be the next big thing. Right. If they even make it out here. If they even get an agent. If they even figure out how to show up at an open call. Then they see that there's hundreds of other girls in this town who look exactly like them. Exactly. And dozens of those girls actually have something called talent. And a few of the ones with talent actually have that other magical thing that makes the folks in charge take a second look. And a tiny fraction of those girls have some luck.
But once you go porn you can never go back. Traci Lords? Right. What has she done lately that John Waters didn't make happen for her? Once they go porn they can never go back. The money's too good. Then they spend it all on toys and drugs when they should spend it on therapy and real estate.
All that money is what makes LA keep ticking along. It's not the blockbusters. It's not TV. It's porn. Porn pays, baby. It pays big. It pays for the drugs, and the parties, and the clothes, and the cars, and the houses, and the independent film you always wanted to make. Porn pays for all of that.
So,yeah. I can see their point. It's exploitation of the chicks. Hey, whatever. I set up the accounts and they pay me. BFD. You want me out? You're gonna stand there and tell me I have to walk away from $25,000 in two weeks because it's so naughty and shameful? Okay. Cool. Tell me where as a webber I can make that kind of money with my eyes closed and one arm tied behind my back? Two jobs a year I do in porn. And if not me, the jackass standing right behind me would do it without blinking twice.
My whole life no one has ever given me a fucking thing. I have total respect for women who have respect for themselves. If you put yourself in a totally fucked up situation, how can you expect me to respect you? If you make yourself pathetic how can you tell me to think better of you? I'll tell you who I respect. I have nothing but respect for Jenna Jameson. She knew what she was doing when she decided to go straight to the top. Yeah, I've heard the story. She got gang-raped and all that shit. That's a nightmare. It shouldn't happen to anybody. But she sure made the best of it, didn't she?
I don't know what people want from me. I'm just a guy. I'm just a webber. But if you come knocking on me, don't think I'll just take it with a smile. If you push me, I'll knock you all the way down and then put something heavy on your ass so you can't get back up.
You know, I think I'll pick up an extra porn job this year. Just so I have a little in the kitty for a rainy day.
Peace out, Motherfuckers.
The Shadow knows 1:51 PM
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