Life is beautiful; porn is not. I wrote an essay about porn’s aesthetic destitution for the current print issue of the LA Review of Books, and it’s now available to read online. Remember when I said I wasn’t writing because I was busy writing? 🤭
Special thanks to my dear friend Ryan for providing the cover art. If only he knew what it was for!
Pride is not a word I typically associate with my dalliances in adult entertainment, but I am extremely proud of this essay. Thank you all for reading—your support truly made it possible.
I will be enjoying life’s terrestrial beauty for the next couple weeks, e.g. I’m going hiking off grid. No cell service, no porn, no dick. I’m not sure how I’ll manage, but trust I’ll report back. Till soon!