I well remember one of her early films, she was I think barely eighteen, fresh and eager to please, naive.
She didn't want to be there, her pain and embarrassment were obvious.
Passion, any kind of passion, turns me on. It troubles me a bit that her suffering excited me.
Her body responded , I'm sure it troubled her too that she could be excited by her suffering.
When I was a teenager in West Oakland, I really stood out because I was the only white kid around. The whores that worked the corner of 29th and San Pablo, teased me and adored me. Some women are sluts and some can't be. Some of the girls worked the corner for years and were fine, even happy. Others, turned into old women in a few months then disappeared, being a whore was so foreign to their nature it literally killed them.
The antiporn crusaders think women are being degraded and raped.
Pro porn people think, they are free and sexually liberated.
They are both treating women as objects, not human being choosing their own path, finding their own truth.
Some women are faithful, some are sluts, I love both kinds
I'm a feminist, because I think women are people first.
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