So I am at this intellectual property conference, and the first panelist (who I like a lot) started with two provocative questions: How many in the audience thought of themselves as authors? (All of us.) How many had had positive experiences producing or performing in pornography? (Nobody raised a hand.) And here I am, sitting in the audience with the fic nicknamed “Kryptonian Sex Secrets” open on my desktop. How am I supposed to react? Would I have been more honest to raise my hand? I do think of some of my fiction as pornographic, even though it’s not a great term and even though it causes me some discomfort.
The panelist was talking about porn made with real bodies, not porn made with words based on imaginative conceptions of real (actors’) bodies. So she didn’t mean me, not exactly. But should she have?
The panelist was talking about porn made with real bodies, not porn made with words based on imaginative conceptions of real (actors’) bodies. So she didn’t mean me, not exactly. But should she have?
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We've all heard the story of the girl who worked her way through Brown by stripping, but how common a goal is that? For every law student, aren't there a thousand strippers who come from abusive backgrounds, now supporting equally abusive boyfriends and/or drug habits?
I'm not quite sure where the divide between exploiting yourself and being exploited is, or if it even exists. That's why I prefer my porn drawn or written. At least that way I know I'm not enjoying the fruits of anybody else's trauma. Not that way, anyhow.
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