Confessions of an Ivy League Pornographer - Chapter I

My name is Sam Stern. I am an ordinary guy - just like you. I am so ordinary that I border on boring. But there is one interesting thing about me. When I was 22 years old, and fresh out of college, I had a weird and wonderful idea: I wanted to make porn for a living. And not just any porn, mind you: porn with a soul.

It was the kind of midnight epiphany that most rational people would ignore, turn over, have a quick wank then fall back asleep and get on with their lives. But I was artistically and sexually obsessed. I was out on my own for the first time in my life, and I was poor. Porn made sense to me. I dreamed it would provide me with everything that I was lacking: fast women, thick wads of green, and artistic genius not seen this side of the Abstract Expressionists. I was gonna be famous, I dreamed...

So I borrowed a one-chip digital Panasonic videocamera, and I found a 45-year-old deviant at my local juice bar who was willing to work for free so long as I could procure a six-foot-tall blonde dominatrix to humiliate him within an inch of his life. I would sell my films on eBay in the "Mature Audiences" section; I would spin the profits from each subsequent venture into the next. There would be no more childish elements in my life - I would be growing up fast from here on out.

This book is a true memoir of three rather absurd years spent in California's adult film industry, attempting against all odds, to produce feel-good hippie-porn amongst a sea of hard-eyed mercenaries. It is a picaresque, buffoonish, and supersexy coming-of-age tale for the Gen XXX generation. Come along on this weekly-serialized ride with Pornpope and I, as we present . . . Confessions of an Ivy League Pornographer.

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