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… The media at the Adult Entertainment Expo is a veritable sausage fest. Penis party. Boy’s club. Dudeopalooza. Brotown. Worm farm. I looked, to put it lightly, a bit out of place. And apparently my heels, red hair, pencil skirt and glasses ring all manner of naughty bells in the context of arm-sized dildos and well-oiled pornography.
I am, however, treated very nicely. I don’t think I’ve opened a door for myself all week. Unlike my experiences with groping and sexual assault at the Mitt Romney victory rally, the men at the expo treated me like a gift, interacting with me in a gracious, respectful manner. The level of affection from the fans to their idols is so intense yet so tender, like a shy middle school boy elated that Dream Girl asked to borrow a pencil…
For the remainder of the afternoon, with a backdrop of some of the most profitable lesbian porn currently being produced, I speak with the adult performers about their experiences in the industry and how they feel about their jobs, costars, directors, and orgasms. Every single woman, every single woman talks nicely about their fans. Expresses pleasure in meeting and interacting with them, cherishes seeing them, genuinely seems to like these strangers that come from all over to see the object of their sexual desires. Their total lack of Stranger Danger sensors is riveting.
So if the fans are unexpectedly polite and earnest towards their idols, the porn stars are doubly tender and sweet in return. It’s quite a feedback loop, with and input of love and adoration poured onto these beautiful women, and an output of genuine thanks and flirtation given back in generous proportion to the swarms of fans who wait all year to see them. Both parties are fulfilling a need for the other; it’s a very symbiotic relationship based on attention and sexual desire…