Stoya on Condoms in Porn
Harm reduction strategies are meant to reduce the harm associated with certain activities through education, illness prevention, and treatment. The adult industry’s system of regular STI testing and exposure tracking protocol is one such method of harm reduction. I would argue that the laws and rules associated with driving are also a kind of harm reduction. In the case of roads, two-ton vehicles are rocketing around at speeds faster than the most exceptional horse could ever hope to reach. Requiring drivers to follow speed limits, stick to established traffic patterns, and communicate with each other using turn signals and brake lights reduces the likelihood of one crashing into another. However, as long as human and mechanical error exist, the roads will never be completely safe.In the case of adult films, people are engaging in exhibitionistic sex for public viewing pleasure. These sex acts are generally longer in duration and more theatrical in content than the average sex act. Recreational sex and professional sex in front of cameras both involve a certain level of risk, and those of us who engage in professional sex in front of cameras take precautions to lessen the potential for harm at work. Every time that a hole in our precautions is exposed, we look for ways to further lessen the risk. As with cars, as long as human and mechanical error exist, sex will never be completely safe.
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Stoya on Condoms in Porn

Harm reduction strategies are meant to reduce the harm associated with certain activities through education, illness prevention, and treatment. The adult industry’s system of regular STI testing and exposure tracking protocol is one such method of harm reduction. I would argue that the laws and rules associated with driving are also a kind of harm reduction. In the case of roads, two-ton vehicles are rocketing around at speeds faster than the most exceptional horse could ever hope to reach. Requiring drivers to follow speed limits, stick to established traffic patterns, and communicate with each other using turn signals and brake lights reduces the likelihood of one crashing into another. However, as long as human and mechanical error exist, the roads will never be completely safe.

In the case of adult films, people are engaging in exhibitionistic sex for public viewing pleasure. These sex acts are generally longer in duration and more theatrical in content than the average sex act. Recreational sex and professional sex in front of cameras both involve a certain level of risk, and those of us who engage in professional sex in front of cameras take precautions to lessen the potential for harm at work. Every time that a hole in our precautions is exposed, we look for ways to further lessen the risk. As with cars, as long as human and mechanical error exist, sex will never be completely safe.

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Will 3D Hentai Kill the Internet Porn Star?
Poke around the cum-stained corners of the internet’s vilest porn repositories, and you’ll find that it doesn’t get much filthier than cartoons. Freed of the body’s physical limitations, animated porn stars can keep guzzling demon dick long after Sasha Grey succumbs to lock jaw. Thanks to its ability to fulfill all taboo desires, hentai (the Japanese word we used to describe all kinds of cartoon smut) has always skewed kinky and now that it’s entering the realm of hyper-realistic 3D animations, it’s only bound to get weirder.
3D hentai is still relatively niche. A Google search only yields 8 million hits, while regular hentai generates 26 times as many results. This won’t be the case for long, because unlike the frozen faces of their two-dimensional counterparts, the computer-rendered porn stars of 3D hentai look positively fleshy. And when their asses jiggle, even their buttcracks cast a shadow. Anyone can see why this is an improvement.
Our attraction to digital verisimilitude is nothing new. Mainstream video games, CGI films, and even advertising have long been aiming for OCD-level attention to detail. Cartoon porn is just catching up. As the adult film industry grinds to a halt again from yet another HIV scare, it’s easy to see why these digital avatars could easily replace frail disease prone adult actors. Honestly, I can’t wait to never see another awkward porn star faking an orgasm.
As for its content, 3D hentai is rife with the same demon rapes, tentacle fucking, and barely disguised pedophilia found in its 2D equivalent. And while you might chalk up these fetishes to our degraded modern condition, one of the earliest and most well-known erotic cartoons is, in fact, a woodblock from 1814 called The Dream of the Fisherman’s Wife, which depicts a woman with her legs spread wide, getting pleasured in all her welcoming orifices by an octopus. In other words, creepy sex isn’t a new phenomenon. Weird shit has always lit up our proverbial fires.
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Will 3D Hentai Kill the Internet Porn Star?

Poke around the cum-stained corners of the internet’s vilest porn repositories, and you’ll find that it doesn’t get much filthier than cartoons. Freed of the body’s physical limitations, animated porn stars can keep guzzling demon dick long after Sasha Grey succumbs to lock jaw. Thanks to its ability to fulfill all taboo desires, hentai (the Japanese word we used to describe all kinds of cartoon smut) has always skewed kinky and now that it’s entering the realm of hyper-realistic 3D animations, it’s only bound to get weirder.

3D hentai is still relatively niche. A Google search only yields 8 million hits, while regular hentai generates 26 times as many results. This won’t be the case for long, because unlike the frozen faces of their two-dimensional counterparts, the computer-rendered porn stars of 3D hentai look positively fleshy. And when their asses jiggle, even their buttcracks cast a shadow. Anyone can see why this is an improvement.

Our attraction to digital verisimilitude is nothing new. Mainstream video gamesCGI films, and even advertising have long been aiming for OCD-level attention to detail. Cartoon porn is just catching up. As the adult film industry grinds to a halt again from yet another HIV scare, it’s easy to see why these digital avatars could easily replace frail disease prone adult actors. Honestly, I can’t wait to never see another awkward porn star faking an orgasm.

As for its content, 3D hentai is rife with the same demon rapes, tentacle fucking, and barely disguised pedophilia found in its 2D equivalent. And while you might chalk up these fetishes to our degraded modern condition, one of the earliest and most well-known erotic cartoons is, in fact, a woodblock from 1814 called The Dream of the Fisherman’s Wife, which depicts a woman with her legs spread wide, getting pleasured in all her welcoming orifices by an octopus. In other words, creepy sex isn’t a new phenomenon. Weird shit has always lit up our proverbial fires.

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Stoya on Ethics, Porn, and Workers’ Rights
I was talking to this reporter recently about pubic hair. My favorite interviews are the ones that feel like a conversation with a stranger at a coffee shop or a friend at a quiet neighborhood bar. Tangents get explored and they frequently veer off into territory that has nothing to do with the article being written. Sometimes those digressions circle back into a great quote about the initial topic that probably wouldn’t have been said if the format was Q&A. One of the tangents I went on during this interview involved exploitation in the porn industry. 
My first contract with an adult production studio was skewed heavily in the company’s favor. You could say I got “screwed” on it. I’ve heard plenty of unverified mythology about musical artists and television actors who had terrible initial contracts. I’ve also heard a few stories directly from talent in the mainstream end of the entertainment industry. You might know some of these anecdotes: Prince’s name change to avoid a trademark ownership issue, the reasons behind Johnny Depp’s rumored antics on the 21 Jump Street set, Billy Joel and his 15-year Family Productions contract. 
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Stoya on Ethics, Porn, and Workers’ Rights

I was talking to this reporter recently about pubic hair. My favorite interviews are the ones that feel like a conversation with a stranger at a coffee shop or a friend at a quiet neighborhood bar. Tangents get explored and they frequently veer off into territory that has nothing to do with the article being written. Sometimes those digressions circle back into a great quote about the initial topic that probably wouldn’t have been said if the format was Q&A. One of the tangents I went on during this interview involved exploitation in the porn industry. 

My first contract with an adult production studio was skewed heavily in the company’s favor. You could say I got “screwed” on it. I’ve heard plenty of unverified mythology about musical artists and television actors who had terrible initial contracts. I’ve also heard a few stories directly from talent in the mainstream end of the entertainment industry. You might know some of these anecdotes: Prince’s name change to avoid a trademark ownership issue, the reasons behind Johnny Depp’s rumored antics on the 21 Jump Street set, Billy Joel and his 15-year Family Productions contract. 

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NYC Cops Will Arrest You for Carrying Condoms
The woman asked Officer Hill why he was stopping her. 
She wore jean shorts and a tight red shirt and had stood outdoors for half an hour. She’d had a conversation with a passing man. When Officer Hill searched her bag, he found a condom and $1.25.
He arrested her for “loitering for the purpose of prostitution.” On the supporting deposition, he filled in the blanks for what she was wearing and how many condoms she had.
When I read over the deposition in the PROS Network’s Public Health Crisis (PDF), a study of how the NYPD arrests folks for carrying condoms, I thought of all the tight shirts I’d worn while idling outside on delicious spring days. I thought, She sounds like me. She sounds like my friends.
The NYPD will arrest you for carrying condoms, but that depends entirely on who you are. If you’re a middle-class white girl like me, you’re probably safe. But say you’re a sex worker or a queer kid kicked out of your home. Say you’re a  trans woman out for dinner with your boyfriend. Maybe you’ve been arrested as a sex worker before. Maybe some quota-filling cop thinks you look like a whore.
Then you’re not safe at all.
Like most laughably cruel tricks of the justice system, you probably wouldn’t know that you could be arrested for carrying condoms until it happened to you. Monica Gonzalez is a nurse and a grandmother. In 2008, Officer Sean Spencer arrested her for prostitution while she was on the way to the ER with an asthma attack. The condom he found on her turned out to be imaginary. Gonzalez sued the city after the charges were dropped. But if the condom were real, why should she have even been arrested at all?
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NYC Cops Will Arrest You for Carrying Condoms

The woman asked Officer Hill why he was stopping her. 

She wore jean shorts and a tight red shirt and had stood outdoors for half an hour. She’d had a conversation with a passing man. When Officer Hill searched her bag, he found a condom and $1.25.

He arrested her for “loitering for the purpose of prostitution.” On the supporting deposition, he filled in the blanks for what she was wearing and how many condoms she had.

When I read over the deposition in the PROS Network’s Public Health Crisis (PDF), a study of how the NYPD arrests folks for carrying condoms, I thought of all the tight shirts I’d worn while idling outside on delicious spring days. I thought, She sounds like me. She sounds like my friends.

The NYPD will arrest you for carrying condoms, but that depends entirely on who you are. If you’re a middle-class white girl like me, you’re probably safe. But say you’re a sex worker or a queer kid kicked out of your home. Say you’re a  trans woman out for dinner with your boyfriend. Maybe you’ve been arrested as a sex worker before. Maybe some quota-filling cop thinks you look like a whore.

Then you’re not safe at all.

Like most laughably cruel tricks of the justice system, you probably wouldn’t know that you could be arrested for carrying condoms until it happened to you. Monica Gonzalez is a nurse and a grandmother. In 2008, Officer Sean Spencer arrested her for prostitution while she was on the way to the ER with an asthma attack. The condom he found on her turned out to be imaginary. Gonzalez sued the city after the charges were dropped. But if the condom were real, why should she have even been arrested at all?

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Stoya on How Porn Stars Avoid Getting Pregnant
A few months ago someone asked me how porn chicks avoid getting pregnant. I rolled my eyes and thought,Duh, the same ways all chicks avoid getting pregnant. My sarcastic response wasn’t worth the energy it would have taken to type into Twitter and send. A week or so later someone asked the same question at a Q&A panel during an adult convention called Exxxotica. Over the next couple of months, more people asked the same thing via Twitter and Tumblr. One of my co-workers, Kayden Kross, brought up the fact that she’d been receiving questions about birth control as well. Neither of us remembered pregnancy on porn sets being a subject of public curiosity in previous years. Maybe all the public discussion of Measure B (the condoms-in-porn law) sparked the interest. So, without the sarcasm, let’s talk about birth control.
I’m not a doctor, but I’m pretty sure that you can’t get pregnant if you’re completely abstinent. There’s that whole Virgin Mary thing, but if I start factoring in acts of God, the topic gets too wacky to wrap my head around. I’m also pretty sure you can’t get pregnant if you stick to masturbation, are a woman who only has sex with women, or have sex in ways that completely avoid any vaginal contact with semen. However, if you are engaging in penis-in-vagina penetrative sex or moving hands back and forth between penises and vaginas, pregnancy is a risk that needs to be managed. This handy chart  provided by the US Government can fill you in on the various types of available birth control.
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Stoya on How Porn Stars Avoid Getting Pregnant

A few months ago someone asked me how porn chicks avoid getting pregnant. I rolled my eyes and thought,Duh, the same ways all chicks avoid getting pregnant. My sarcastic response wasn’t worth the energy it would have taken to type into Twitter and send. A week or so later someone asked the same question at a Q&A panel during an adult convention called Exxxotica. Over the next couple of months, more people asked the same thing via Twitter and Tumblr. One of my co-workers, Kayden Kross, brought up the fact that she’d been receiving questions about birth control as well. Neither of us remembered pregnancy on porn sets being a subject of public curiosity in previous years. Maybe all the public discussion of Measure B (the condoms-in-porn law) sparked the interest. So, without the sarcasm, let’s talk about birth control.

I’m not a doctor, but I’m pretty sure that you can’t get pregnant if you’re completely abstinent. There’s that whole Virgin Mary thing, but if I start factoring in acts of God, the topic gets too wacky to wrap my head around. I’m also pretty sure you can’t get pregnant if you stick to masturbation, are a woman who only has sex with women, or have sex in ways that completely avoid any vaginal contact with semen. However, if you are engaging in penis-in-vagina penetrative sex or moving hands back and forth between penises and vaginas, pregnancy is a risk that needs to be managed. This handy chart  provided by the US Government can fill you in on the various types of available birth control.

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We waited outside the door while Jinks and Money had sex. Then we interviewed them. 

We waited outside the door while Jinks and Money had sex. Then we interviewed them. 

Why I Love Watching Ron Jeremy Fuck
To witness Ron Jeremy have intercourse is to witness a grizzly bear eat a flamingo, or an orphan try to break into a vending machine. He is a manifestation of the grotesque male id, jamming fingers and genitals into every orifice at every opportunity, doing all of these things simultaneously, not making sense, not following some plan, just a man bludgeoning the human body with his sexual impulses. It is like watching a chimpanzee try to open the package of an Xbox controller.
You don’t masturbate to Ron Jeremy having sex, because using a Ron Jeremy scene to masturbate is like using a volcano to barbecue—it’s probably healthier to stand back and watch it have its way with the innocent. For Candy Stripers 2, a 1985 film about a hospital with ridiculous saxophone solos, and doctors pretending to look at pieces of paper, Jeremy won the AVN award for Best Supporting Actor. During an early scene, he’s sitting at a desk in his office while one of his nurses gives him a shoulder massage. They kiss and then he pulls away and scowls, as if he is disgusted with himself for being incapable of literally inhaling another human being. His breathing sounds like an 18-wheeler accelerating from a dead stop.
Women have always been the focus in pornography, with their exaggerated screams and contorted faces, because the male viewers who live vicariously through porn, eternally narcissistic and insecure, protective of their fragile egos, need the women to be Totally Loving That Cock. But Jeremy is central to his scenes. He is not, like most anonymous porn cocks, coolly detached or numb to the act; he is a strange loser, a figure we can relate to as he grunts and celebrates that he is having sex at all. There is no macho dehumanization; he calls women’s breasts “boobies” and their butts “tushies.” He says this to their faces, to the camera. He calls them “hunny” and puts a towel on the ground to protect their knees if they are going to give him a blowjob outdoors. He has a real, honest fascination with the female body. His eyes glaze over, bewildered, lustful, grateful that he is alive and this woman is alive and that he is allowed to touch her parts.  
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Why I Love Watching Ron Jeremy Fuck

To witness Ron Jeremy have intercourse is to witness a grizzly bear eat a flamingo, or an orphan try to break into a vending machine. He is a manifestation of the grotesque male id, jamming fingers and genitals into every orifice at every opportunity, doing all of these things simultaneously, not making sense, not following some plan, just a man bludgeoning the human body with his sexual impulses. It is like watching a chimpanzee try to open the package of an Xbox controller.

You don’t masturbate to Ron Jeremy having sex, because using a Ron Jeremy scene to masturbate is like using a volcano to barbecue—it’s probably healthier to stand back and watch it have its way with the innocent. For Candy Stripers 2, a 1985 film about a hospital with ridiculous saxophone solos, and doctors pretending to look at pieces of paper, Jeremy won the AVN award for Best Supporting Actor. During an early scene, he’s sitting at a desk in his office while one of his nurses gives him a shoulder massage. They kiss and then he pulls away and scowls, as if he is disgusted with himself for being incapable of literally inhaling another human being. His breathing sounds like an 18-wheeler accelerating from a dead stop.

Women have always been the focus in pornography, with their exaggerated screams and contorted faces, because the male viewers who live vicariously through porn, eternally narcissistic and insecure, protective of their fragile egos, need the women to be Totally Loving That Cock. But Jeremy is central to his scenes. He is not, like most anonymous porn cocks, coolly detached or numb to the act; he is a strange loser, a figure we can relate to as he grunts and celebrates that he is having sex at all. There is no macho dehumanization; he calls women’s breasts “boobies” and their butts “tushies.” He says this to their faces, to the camera. He calls them “hunny” and puts a towel on the ground to protect their knees if they are going to give him a blowjob outdoors. He has a real, honest fascination with the female body. His eyes glaze over, bewildered, lustful, grateful that he is alive and this woman is alive and that he is allowed to touch her parts.  

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My Mum and I Make Porn Together
Since the advent of the World Wide Web, there’s only been one real, primary focus: porn. I mean, do you seriously think Tim Berners-Lee was sitting at his desk trying to work out an innovative way to spread knowledge, improve communication, change lives, and all that other pointless, boring nonsense? No. Wise up, square—he was developing the fastest way to send that video of the nun and priest shitting in each other’s mouths to his buddy in rural Montana.       
After nearly 25 years of improved skin flick access, we’ve witnessed just about everything known to man crowbarred into porn (as Rule 34 states: “If it exists, there is porn of it”), so it’s not that surprising that the latest variety offered up to us is a mother and daughter duo from Tampa, Florida—22-year-old Monica and 56-year-old Jessica, AKA “The Sexxxtons"—who perform in porn films together.      
This has weirded a lot of people out, because it’s not that often that you see a mother and her offspring gargling semen next to each other nowadays, but they don’t actually kiss or have any sexual contact whatsoever, so it’s totally not even that gross, right? I called The Sexxxtons for a chat about their unique gift to the world of adult entertainment.  

VICE: Hey guys. So how did the two of you get started in porn?Jessica: We were mostly money motivated. Monica lost her job, it was Christmas time and we needed money, so Monica began dancing and did really well there. I was bar tending, but I wasn’t making a lot of money, so Monica suggested that I should do porn. I’d never done anything like that, but I decided to give it a try. I liked it and the money was good. Then she gave it a try and she liked it and the money was good.
OK, that’s understandable, but why make porn together?We had producers come to us and ask us if we’d perform together. Of course, with it being a real mother and daughter, it couldn’t involve any sexual contact between the two of us because that would make it illegal. So we started doing that and we enjoyed it a lot. We enjoy working together—we’re just a couple of performers chasing the American dream.
Fair enough. How old were you when you shot your first film, Monica?Monica: I was 20. Things are really open between my mom and I, so I just went to her and said that doing porn together was a really good idea and that we should do it, so we did.
Did you always dream of shooting porn together?I’d already thought about it because I knew it would be worth a lot, but it took somebody coming to us to make us do it.
Cool. Is there a dad in the family?No, but we don’t really care. My mom was a single mother raising me my whole life, so I don’t really give a fuck about not having a dad.

Do you have boyfriends?My mom has guys that she sees, but they’re not boyfriends. I’m the same way. I see people but we don’t necessarily date. Some of them know about what we do and some of them don’t.
Have you ever shared the same partner off camera?Only once. It was one of mom’s boyfriends. He came over and we were all hanging out and watching TV and stuff. We were drinking and having fun and things just got a little out of hand.
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My Mum and I Make Porn Together

Since the advent of the World Wide Web, there’s only been one real, primary focus: porn. I mean, do you seriously think Tim Berners-Lee was sitting at his desk trying to work out an innovative way to spread knowledge, improve communication, change lives, and all that other pointless, boring nonsense? No. Wise up, square—he was developing the fastest way to send that video of the nun and priest shitting in each other’s mouths to his buddy in rural Montana.       

After nearly 25 years of improved skin flick access, we’ve witnessed just about everything known to man crowbarred into porn (as Rule 34 states: “If it exists, there is porn of it”), so it’s not that surprising that the latest variety offered up to us is a mother and daughter duo from Tampa, Florida—22-year-old Monica and 56-year-old Jessica, AKA “The Sexxxtons"—who perform in porn films together.      

This has weirded a lot of people out, because it’s not that often that you see a mother and her offspring gargling semen next to each other nowadays, but they don’t actually kiss or have any sexual contact whatsoever, so it’s totally not even that gross, right? I called The Sexxxtons for a chat about their unique gift to the world of adult entertainment.  

VICE: Hey guys. So how did the two of you get started in porn?
Jessica: We were mostly money motivated. Monica lost her job, it was Christmas time and we needed money, so Monica began dancing and did really well there. I was bar tending, but I wasn’t making a lot of money, so Monica suggested that I should do porn. I’d never done anything like that, but I decided to give it a try. I liked it and the money was good. Then she gave it a try and she liked it and the money was good.

OK, that’s understandable, but why make porn together?
We had producers come to us and ask us if we’d perform together. Of course, with it being a real mother and daughter, it couldn’t involve any sexual contact between the two of us because that would make it illegal. So we started doing that and we enjoyed it a lot. We enjoy working together—we’re just a couple of performers chasing the American dream.

Fair enough. How old were you when you shot your first film, Monica?
Monica: I was 20. Things are really open between my mom and I, so I just went to her and said that doing porn together was a really good idea and that we should do it, so we did.

Did you always dream of shooting porn together?
I’d already thought about it because I knew it would be worth a lot, but it took somebody coming to us to make us do it.

Cool. Is there a dad in the family?
No, but we don’t really care. My mom was a single mother raising me my whole life, so I don’t really give a fuck about not having a dad.

Do you have boyfriends?
My mom has guys that she sees, but they’re not boyfriends. I’m the same way. I see people but we don’t necessarily date. Some of them know about what we do and some of them don’t.

Have you ever shared the same partner off camera?
Only once. It was one of mom’s boyfriends. He came over and we were all hanging out and watching TV and stuff. We were drinking and having fun and things just got a little out of hand.

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The Strange Tale of the $780,000 Vagina 
Ah, losing your virginity: the holy grail of teen attainment—an occasion preempted by boys buying condoms years before they’re ever conceivably going to use them and girls flaunting their stuff at school, viciously cock-teasing all the desperate boys in their year, before eventually gifting their hymen to the low-level drug dealer who lurks around the school gates.
The process usually involves a few hard lemonades, a five-minute fumble in the back of a three-door hatchback, and a girl’s virginity splurged all over the back seat with not a penny spent (bar the drinks and an ill-conceived head full of wet-look hair gel). Last week, however, a 20-year-old Brazilian girl named Catarina Migliorini auctioned off her virginity for a cool $780,000 presumably not realizing that the kind of man who would spend that amount on taking a stranger’s virginity is likely to be more Kim Dotcom than Ryan Gosling.
The Virgins Wanted website held two auctions—one for Catarina and one for a guy called Alex Stephanov, who sold for a depressing $3,000, just barely enough to cover the flight from his Australian home to Brazil, where his buyer awaits, ready for him to park his pink Cadillac in the side alley for the very first time. The two virgins are the subjects of a documentary shot by Australian filmmaker Justin Sisely, who’s currently facing potential sex trafficking charges from the Brazilian government for the “sale” of Catarina’s innocence.   
I called Justin to chat about the film and find out why he wanted to document two people looking to get their cherry popped for a price.
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The Strange Tale of the $780,000 Vagina 

Ah, losing your virginity: the holy grail of teen attainment—an occasion preempted by boys buying condoms years before they’re ever conceivably going to use them and girls flaunting their stuff at school, viciously cock-teasing all the desperate boys in their year, before eventually gifting their hymen to the low-level drug dealer who lurks around the school gates.

The process usually involves a few hard lemonades, a five-minute fumble in the back of a three-door hatchback, and a girl’s virginity splurged all over the back seat with not a penny spent (bar the drinks and an ill-conceived head full of wet-look hair gel). Last week, however, a 20-year-old Brazilian girl named Catarina Migliorini auctioned off her virginity for a cool $780,000 presumably not realizing that the kind of man who would spend that amount on taking a stranger’s virginity is likely to be more Kim Dotcom than Ryan Gosling.

The Virgins Wanted website held two auctions—one for Catarina and one for a guy called Alex Stephanov, who sold for a depressing $3,000, just barely enough to cover the flight from his Australian home to Brazil, where his buyer awaits, ready for him to park his pink Cadillac in the side alley for the very first time. The two virgins are the subjects of a documentary shot by Australian filmmaker Justin Sisely, who’s currently facing potential sex trafficking charges from the Brazilian government for the “sale” of Catarina’s innocence.   

I called Justin to chat about the film and find out why he wanted to document two people looking to get their cherry popped for a price.

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Breaking Into Porn on Purpose 
The standard line about Los Angeles is that it’s a lonely place that will wreck the spirit of a creative mind. It’s big, ugly, and horrifically inhospitable to integrity. It also has really shitty traffic, mediocre pizza, and exorbitant rents. The rent thing leads a lot of struggling artists and craftspeople into the whirling vortex of pornography.
Porn, like any other filmed entertainment, requires camera operators, grips, sound designers, special effects technicians, and, surprisingly, writers. The standard adult film seems like it was written in an hour by a team of 17 horny teenagers on Adderall. In reality, adults write them in an office for money. If you can’t seem to find work writing for the latest NBC sitcom destined for early cancellation, you might be able to earn a decent living devising clever ways to put various objects into the many holes on a human body.
In 2009, I found myself in the unenviable position of being unemployed. I had just been unceremoniously relieved of my duties at my local Urban Outfitters after having an illicit affair with one of the managers. Once I established that one of my talents was engaging in inappropriate sexual relationships, I decided that the best avenue for procuring funds was the adult film industry. I lucked into a Craigslist posting advertising a position for a blogger.
I had no clue what manner of blogging would occur for a porn company, but it sounded like a better job than folding ironic T-shirts for minimum wage. Fortunately, my charm, lack of pretention, and willingness to commute to Van Nuys secured me the job. When I arrived at the studio for my first day of work, I assumed I would be the only person with anything resembling a college education. The accepted wisdom about porn was that people only ended up in the business because they had no other marketable job skills and a dearth of education. (Also, an abiding interest in orifices.)
Instead of finding a gaggle of meatheads hiding their boners while gawking at barely legal co-eds getting rammed by jacked-up ex-stuntmen, I discovered a collection of hard-working individuals with a brain cell or two. The most notable surprise was when I met a writer/director who was my age who actually wanted to film people screwing. Her “nom de fuck” was Martha Washington, and we quickly bonded over being relatively intelligent people in a business that historically has only rewarded the guy with the biggest genitals.
Martha went to film school, understood composition, framing, lighting, and other aesthetic concerns that tend to price you out of the adult world. It’s often impossible to set up a shot in a sex flick if the only thing the producers care about is getting as many angles on the cum shot as you can. Of course, caring too much about mise-en-scene and character motivation is missing the point of why porn exists. The vast majority of viewers just want to see the cum shot from as many angles as possible. Martha always seemed to be able to balance the two.
I eventually left porn to pursue employment with far fewer exposed tits, but Martha remains a cog in the massive, thick, throbbing, veiny adult machine. We recently got together to discuss our time working together, the state of the sex industry, and why she refused to be my girlfriend.
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Breaking Into Porn on Purpose 

The standard line about Los Angeles is that it’s a lonely place that will wreck the spirit of a creative mind. It’s big, ugly, and horrifically inhospitable to integrity. It also has really shitty traffic, mediocre pizza, and exorbitant rents. The rent thing leads a lot of struggling artists and craftspeople into the whirling vortex of pornography.

Porn, like any other filmed entertainment, requires camera operators, grips, sound designers, special effects technicians, and, surprisingly, writers. The standard adult film seems like it was written in an hour by a team of 17 horny teenagers on Adderall. In reality, adults write them in an office for money. If you can’t seem to find work writing for the latest NBC sitcom destined for early cancellation, you might be able to earn a decent living devising clever ways to put various objects into the many holes on a human body.

In 2009, I found myself in the unenviable position of being unemployed. I had just been unceremoniously relieved of my duties at my local Urban Outfitters after having an illicit affair with one of the managers. Once I established that one of my talents was engaging in inappropriate sexual relationships, I decided that the best avenue for procuring funds was the adult film industry. I lucked into a Craigslist posting advertising a position for a blogger.

I had no clue what manner of blogging would occur for a porn company, but it sounded like a better job than folding ironic T-shirts for minimum wage. Fortunately, my charm, lack of pretention, and willingness to commute to Van Nuys secured me the job. When I arrived at the studio for my first day of work, I assumed I would be the only person with anything resembling a college education. The accepted wisdom about porn was that people only ended up in the business because they had no other marketable job skills and a dearth of education. (Also, an abiding interest in orifices.)

Instead of finding a gaggle of meatheads hiding their boners while gawking at barely legal co-eds getting rammed by jacked-up ex-stuntmen, I discovered a collection of hard-working individuals with a brain cell or two. The most notable surprise was when I met a writer/director who was my age who actually wanted to film people screwing. Her “nom de fuck” was Martha Washington, and we quickly bonded over being relatively intelligent people in a business that historically has only rewarded the guy with the biggest genitals.

Martha went to film school, understood composition, framing, lighting, and other aesthetic concerns that tend to price you out of the adult world. It’s often impossible to set up a shot in a sex flick if the only thing the producers care about is getting as many angles on the cum shot as you can. Of course, caring too much about mise-en-scene and character motivation is missing the point of why porn exists. The vast majority of viewers just want to see the cum shot from as many angles as possible. Martha always seemed to be able to balance the two.

I eventually left porn to pursue employment with far fewer exposed tits, but Martha remains a cog in the massive, thick, throbbing, veiny adult machine. We recently got together to discuss our time working together, the state of the sex industry, and why she refused to be my girlfriend.

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