Porn is a fantasy. It’s not real sex. Porn hyperbolizes elements of real sex to make it more titillating and exciting to the viewers.
But for some performers, like our friend Stoya, the line between real sex and porn sex is forever blurred.
The fourth episode of Stoya’s on-going series Graphic Depictions presents the meeting point of both kinds of sex. Work meets recreational. Fantasy meets reality. But we’ll let Stoya tell you about the experience below…
At a convention in mid 2013 a man asked me if I had any “real porn.” I was stunned, and didn’t get much information about what he was looking for other than “The stuff that’s all grainy like it was shot on a phone” and “maybe the girl doesn’t know the camera is there.”
There were others after him though, also in pursuit of depictions of their personal definition of real sex. Specifics varied but major recurring themes included visual intimacy bordering on cramped and presumably unintentional obscuring of hardcore detail through low resolution or low light.
I imparted all of this to the director of photography as best I could. I rinsed out my rectum because I planned to be fucked in my ass. I had sex with a man who was my sole significant partner at the time, just the two of us.
This is where sexually explicit recordings become an extreme example of why it is so difficult for me to give a simple answer regarding the lines between what is work and what is recreation.
Work had definitely gone into getting to that moment. If someone else were the owner of the rights to the footage, I would have insisted on being paid. Since I owned the rights, I paid my partner.
But, while I can’t speak for how they felt, to me it felt like we were just fucking. Continue Reading