My Life In Pornography, Part I: A Girl’s Best Friend

How I got the job was this: my friend Ron, on graduating from NYU with a filmmaking degree, took an entry level position at Quality X Video, on 44th Street between Eighth and Ninth avenues, where he was in charge, or second in charge, of videotape duplication, manning a console which ran off copies of VHS cassettes of “adult” movies.

Going To A Gay Porn Convention

I saw then that this man didn’t care that I was a woman; he didn’t want to impress me or take me back to his hotel room. He didn’t think I was a porn star; didn’t want me to sit on his lap. He just wanted to brag to someone about his exploits and I happened to be there to listen.