She still had her panties on, which he held aside with one hand. At one point, I glanced up into the mirror and saw Tyler making romantic porno-love to Ginger from behind. I mean, sex was happening, but it was nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing of real consequence was happening on the other side of the wall. A little dog hopped up and curled himself alongside me. Easy to listen, and a conveniently located mirror near the door allowed for a crystal-clear view of the action. Where would I be the least intrusive? The large, open room was split by a false wall the set on one side and a couch on the other provided the perfect vantage point. I went inside the set house and assessed the situation. All I could think about was how long he’d already had to keep his dick hard so far that day, and things were only just now (maybe) getting started. Granted, he didn’t have to cover all the hidden costs she did-wardrobe, the extensive manicuring ladies are expected to maintain, etc-but he’d been on time. But he had over 10 years of performance experience and more than 500 scene credits to his name, working in everything from softcore Skinemax-type features to the hardest of hardcore.įor their scene, a “straight boy-girl” (read: basic lead up to vaginal penetrative sex and an external pop), even though Tyler was seasoned and Ginger was new, he was still getting paid several hundred dollars less than her. He was well-respected and well-represented, though with an unfortunate reputation for displaying a little too much bravado on occasion. Her scene partner, Tyler, was beautiful-tall, clean cut, and decently jacked. But oh well, I’d never heard of her anyway.
"She’s never gonna get booked again," I thought. Ginger, a tall redhead in her early 20s, had been late. Could I please come closer to 1?īy the time I arrived, they were only just getting started with the first sex scene. I planned to show up in time for tryst #2 (I find taboos far more interesting than conventional romance), but then I received a call around 11. for the first scene, noon for the second. Two scenes were scheduled for that day: a romantic interlude followed by a naughty/dirty step-sibling thing-"faux-cest," which is currently wildly popular with consumers. I was curious to see the production process behind this new format, and there’s always something to be learned about community and culture when you’re a fly on the wall, especially when people are taking their clothes off. The intent was to find a middle ground between the all-sex gonzo films and a typical film narrative.
A director had launched a new series of vignette lines, which were basically collections of 30ish-minute mini-movies. This particular shoot was a small project for a well-known company. Because of my sociology work-I study gender, labor, and law as they operate in the adult entertainment industry-I’ve been on dozens of sets over the past decade, from the most elaborate of productions to ratty apartments in North Hollywood. I recently visited a porn set in the San Fernando Valley. Is it fair? Is it ethical? And for those dudes whose jobs seem enviable from the outside, is it in any way fulfilling? While some women performers can still rake in more than $1,000 for a boy-girl scene, almost all the men make well below that. These disembodied penises march in and out of scenes with non-existent fanfare, all while even the most obscure lady performers get measures more attention.
But this number is constantly in flux and doesn’t take into account the fringe guys, like the mopes who fill in a gangbang, whose faces you never really see. Though no one knows for sure (because the labor statistics don’t exist), I’ve heard industry insiders-agents and people responsible for hiring-say there are anywhere from 30 to 50 guys working as porn performers at any given time. We also have the panty-dropping juggernaut James Deen, and more and more men performers, like Tommy Pistol, Xander Corvus, and Johnny Castle, have been garnering their fair share of fan-girl love in recent years.īut these examples are only a small fraction of the porno men who’ve come and gone. Gay porn has produced a hefty handful of stars over the decades, and there’s obviously the iconic Ron Jeremy. No one pays attention to the guys in porn.