
This isn't porn, but it is about the millenial generation's Jenna Jameson - Sasha Grey, the too-much referred to enthusiastic, intellectual, and uber-liberal porn starlet. *
This article is a critique of the neutered porn-ness that disengages the general population from their own obsession with on-demand sex - the way that the porn star, and the porn world, have to be decontextualized and reconstructed to make palatable in the daytime what is shamefully pleasing after dark; or, as Zak Smith** writes, "Those who enjoy whatever private pleasure is to be gained from receiving physical pain publicly would appear not to overlap at all with those who enjoy whatever private pleasure is to be gained from inflicting shame collectively."
Also, it includes lines like this one "There is a cut to the nearly all-female audience looking like they are watching a live appendectomy being performed on an unanesthetized kitten after having been told that, if they move at all, the kitten will be impaled on fence spikes and then incinerated."
*In my opinion, she seems to have one very sleepy eye-fucking facial expression that seems almost comical in its studious but hollow attempt at seductiveness.
** I have an imaginary romantic relationship with Zak Smith.
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