Not that long ago, when a female adult industry performer reached the big 4-0, it was pretty much a given that it was time to move on to that “new career” as a psychologist, real estate agent, or soccer mom. After all, porn was a young woman’s game. Like fashion modeling or ballet, it was simply the way of the industry, and it was nothing personal. Sure, there were always the extraordinary beauties who managed to stretch their careers to, say, 45 (all the while claiming to be 32) but that was the exception, not the rule. And women who stayed in porn past their prime were thought to be rather sad and cautionary tales: Here’s what happens if you don’t find something else to do with your life. You can end up an old lady, still sticking your head between someone’s legs for less and less money each time.
Well, times do change, don’t they? These days, older women are in demand like never before, and for some companies, such as Girlfriends Films, finding gorgeous women 35 and over is our main priority. The “older/younger” dynamic (placing a young girl in a scene with an older woman) is perhaps the biggest seller in the girl/girl genre right now. Part of this can probably be attributed to the recent “MILF” craze, but it’s also because women just look better these days, and they stay looking that way for much longer. With advancements in anti-aging plastic surgery and cosmetic “maintenance” procedures, along with regular workouts at the gym, it’s reasonable that a woman can expect to look 25 or 30 when she’s actually a decade older.
It’s also become reasonable for a woman to embark on a career in porn when she’s approaching menopause.
Our most recent and exciting find was a woman named Magdalene. Tall, striking, and sophisticated, Magdalene caught our eye on the final day of the AVN show in Vegas earlier this year. She was a civilian, simply walking around and looking at the booths for kicks and thrills, but we were struck by her commanding presence, her aura, her perfect bone structure. We admit it — we propositioned her. She was, thankfully, flattered. She said she would think about it, and we assumed she was just being polite. She was probably about 42, we thought, and a middle aged civilian is not really very likely to suddenly decide to be a porn star.
We were wrong. Magdalene contacted us when we returned to LA, and we had dinner to discuss the possibility of her starring in a Girlfriends Films DVD. She said she was excited by the idea of this new world opening up to her at a time when many women are coming out the other side of their sexual prime, and steadying themselves for the “lean years” of less and less sex with their significant other. Instead Magdalene was embarking on a brand new sexual adventure, and one could tell just by looking at her flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes that this was the shot of life she hadn’t even known she needed.
We scheduled her first shoot, but because Magdalene was a civilian we didn’t expect much from her first time in front of the camera. She had told us she was firmly bisexual, though, and we allowed her to choose her partner. She chose Lena, a young, beautiful classic blonde.
The scene was amazing. We knew we had found a true star in Magdalene. And for her part, she feels that life has opened up anew, and presented her with new possibilities for sexual exploration, friendship, sisterhood. Not to mention the chance to perform; an experience the former dancer and actress craves in order to feel complete.
It may sound silly, but even the New York Times recently ran an article about older people getting into porn — not watching it, but performing in it. The industry is waking up to the fact that viewers want to see people who are really enjoying sex and are grateful for the opportunity to re-experience their “wild youth” again, with some of the world’s most beautiful people. The contrast between older women and young, inexperienced, but wildly enthusiastic girls seems to be the ultimate recipe for sexual arousal. At least until the next big thing comes around.
Magdalene plans to shoot for us every week, for as long as we request her presence in our films. Judging from her beauty and enthusiasm, I think it’s safe to assume that will be for quite a long time. And I hope her new career will continue to enhance her life in every way.
Here’s hoping that the new crazes in porn will continue to be so female-positive and older women-friendly. In a business known for its objectification and exploitation of women, it’s good to see that such gross generalizations may become as outdated as the notion that no one wants to see someone’s mom get laid.
Much love,
Sydni Ellis
Director, Writer & Performer
Girlfriends Films
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My introduction to porn began many years ago. Long before I started working for Girlfriends Films.
I starred in a B/G (boy/girl) video when I was in my early 20s. My costar was my live-in boyfriend, who had a large penis but had never before performed in an adult film and, prior to meeting me, had never considered doing so. However, the notion of his girlfriend fucking a male porn star filled him with a special dread, so he agreed to “costar” in my porno debut. He was the lead singer for a garage band at the time and was quite certain fame was waiting in his future, so he wore a cap pulled down over his face to disguise his identity. However, I was totally recognizable. I had no illusions of grandeur, and I felt relatively sure I’d never run for public office.
It was hard for my boyfriend to “perform” during the scene. The director was nice, but, well, creepy. Not creepy in a sleazy way, but in a “This guy seems nice, but it grosses me out when he calls semen ‘goo,’ in that whispery voice of his,”- way. Often the nice, passive porn guys do seem creepier than the jaded, “show me your tits” types. Perhaps we’ll explore why in a future column.
After we finished the shoot, my boyfriend and I went to McDonalds and ate our double cheeseburgers in silence.
“That was weird,” I finally said.
He nodded, his mouth full. More silence.
We never spoke of it again.
Years later, I was working as a freelance journalist and I thought it would be fun to write an article about the experience of performing as a fetish model. I had long ago left the sex industry, and I didn’t want to have anal sex or suck anyone’s cock to get the article done; I just wanted to write about a “normal girl” doing something freaky. I posted a resume on sexyjobs.com so I could answer one of the ads I’d seen posted. (*You have to “register” and post a resume to answer an ad.) The ad of my interest was looking for models who wanted to be “spanked.”
“I love being spanked!” I thought, merrily composing my responsive email. “This will be a killer article.”
I went to New York and performed in the spanking video (for Kelly Payne) and indeed wrote an article about the experience for Spread Magazine.
And that, I thought, was that.
About a month later, though, I received an email from someone claiming to be a talent agent at a well known porn studio. He had seen my resume on sexyjobs.com, he said, and he wanted to represent me.
“Really?” I said. I had forgotten that my resume and photo were still posted on the site. I was flattered, and curious. He sent me a questionnaire/application and asked that I check the boxes corresponding to everything I was willing to do as a porn actress.
I looked over the application and felt at a loss.
“Cream Pie”? Okay, no idea what that is.
“DP” Um … the fact that it’s referred to by its initials implies that its full name dare not be spoken, so I’m gonna check “NO…”
“B/B/G, G/G/B, B/G…”
What was I getting into?
“NO.” “NO.” “NO.”
“NO.”
I checked “YES” for the boxes next to “G/G” “Solo” and “Fetish.” Then I emailed the application back to the prospective “agent.”
Within an hour, I had in my inbox his angry reply.
“WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?” he demanded to know, in all caps. “You’re at least ten years older than most girls entering the industry, and you ONLY want to go G/G? You’re not going to work at all!! You should take that resume down because you’re misleading people!”
Ouch.
I took a deep breath, and began to compose my response.
“You’re probably right,” I began typing. I knew I shouldn’t really be emailing during work. After all, I had a fax to send for the lawyer I worked for, but I decided that could wait. This felt more important than my job at the law firm. I knew that was irrational, but I still kept typing.
“I certainly didn’t mean to waste your time,” I continued. “I posted that resume so I could write an article, and I actually forgot it was up there. You’re right that I should probably take it down. I realize that I’m competing with much younger women who are willing to do way more, so I’m already at a disadvantage. I hope you understand that I didn’t mean to mislead you, and perhaps our paths will cross under better circumstances in the future.”
I didn’t think he’d bother to reply. The fact that he did, almost right away, was the first of many surprises.
“That,” his response began, “was the nicest email I’ve ever received. How about this: I’d still like to represent you.”
I met with him in person later that week, and he handed me off to another agent who specialized in women who performed only G/G. He took me on a go-see to meet the President of Girlfriends Films.
“Well, we can definitely use you,” the President of GFF said, after asking me if I had any tattoos. (Only a small one, on my ankle.) He booked me for a scene later that week.
The first scene I shot for Girlfriends Films, as I have documented in a previous column, was far from an award winning performance. But after the scene, the GFF camera woman took me aside and said “You know, I think you’re going to be a big star for us. Don’t let that other girl’s performance discourage you. We LIKE you.”
Before I left, the President had booked me for two more scenes later that week. And after those, still more. Within six months, I was writing my own series for Girlfriends Films, and giving my notice at the law firm. Life had taken a sharp left, and I was a little dizzy but felt I knew where I was going. Like those people who claim to drive better when they’re a little drunk, I forged ahead full of confidence that my crazy decision to ditch the “real world” and devote myself to porn was a completely valid career choice.
It’s hard to know what form destiny takes, or why. Why does porn call to me and not to you? Why are some destined to be a lawyer, a baseball player, an opera singer? Why does it happen that in some instances the planets align, and even if some little details go wrong, somehow there is a quick recovery and then onward to glory? Meanwhile, other things we more consciously devote ourselves to are marked by repeated failures, our efforts are thwarted, as we once again submit to bang our head against the wall in denial?
I can’t explain why I answered that “agent’s” email and took a chance on meeting him, or why ultimately I left a stable job to embark on a career as a porn director. I only know that it felt right. And in a world where so many things feel wrong so much of the time, when something feels right it’s best not to question it. I’m still not sure where this journey will take me, but I have never been happier in a profession than I am right now. And if the great philosophers were right and the present is truly eternal, then today’s happiness is enough, however long it lasts.
Much love,
Sydni Ellis
Director, Writer & Performer
Girlfriends Films
sydniellisxxx@aol.com
GirlfriendsFilms.com
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Come see Sydni Ellis! An evening of literary performance with Spread Magazine where Sydni will read from her feature article on Kelly Payne.
Where: Bowery Poetry Club in NYC
When: Monday Feb. 19th from 8-10 pm
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Lately people have been writing to me to tell me how excited they are to see a woman creating erotic films they can feel good about watching. I can’t tell you how much that means to me. In fact, if I couldn’t do something positive in porn, I wouldn’t be here at all. I have such love for the adult industry and for the brave men and women who endure the stigma placed on us by society (that is, by the very people who enjoy our work when they’re in lonely hotel rooms or need a little boost to their sex lives). It’s quite a service we offer and we don’t get a whole lot of respect for our efforts. It’s become very important to me to do what I can to change that.
But I wasn’t always so clear on how I felt about my role in the sex industry. In fact, I wasn’t always so clear on how I felt about sex work in general.
I was an exotic dancer for many years, and like so many sex workers, when I decided to leave and re-enter “mainstream America” the decision was abrupt. When you reach “burn out”, it often comes with little warning, although looking back of course the signs were there. After leaving the world of sequins and platform heels, I changed my phone number, moved into a new apartment, got a “real” job, and a new circle of non-sex worker friends. My resume was a pack of lies, and I avoided talking about myself except in the vaguest terms. I’d decided that my past was something best forgotten, and that I no longer wished to carry the stigma, or exhibit the mannerisms, of the girl I’d so recently been.
But instead of feeling “free” of my past, as the months went by I could think of little else. I analyzed my obsession with my former life to mean that the sex industry had damaged me even more than I’d thought. Why else would I feel so defined by it? Why else was I continually menaced by the intrusive thoughts and memories I was trying so hard to forget?
Confused and angry, I began doing late night Internet searches, googling the words “stripper” and “ideology”. I was hoping to find some smart person out in cyberspace who had written an article or thesis on stripping and its effects — something that could help me. I wanted to analyze what I was feeling, and I needed to figure out what I thought about the adult industry.
I simply wasn’t at peace.
From my searches, the name “Alysabeth” and “Feminist Stripper” came up several times. There was a site called Alysabeth.com, also known as FeministStripper.com and it addressed the very things I was feeling. The creator of the website was a stripper named Alysabeth who lived in Colorado. She was my age, with flaming red hair and a face like Botticelli’s Venus (literally – the paintings of Venus and photographs of Alysabeth are eerily similar.) Her writing style was brilliant, funny, sarcastic, angry and challenging. She was pro-sex work, pro-stripping, and anti the very ideologies I had recently decided to buy into. She rejected the position of people like me; strippers who blamed the industry for their own weaknesses, and who believed that their sexuality was the enemy of their personhood.
I kept reading her essays. And then I read some more. Alysabeth had a lot to say, and said it better than anyone I’d ever heard of.
Her response to the argument that stripping isn’t an art, but just a bunch of messed up women “humping a brass pole”?:
“Most strippers I know are exceptionally lovely. Not only that, but a talented stripper ‘humps a brass pole’ the same way a ballerina ‘jumps around the stage.’ Real erotic dance is graceful and evocative. There is nothing that keeps stripping from being acknowledged as dance and therefore an art form except sour grapes and closed minds.”
About the validity of porn and the value of women who perform in x-rated films?:
“Good porn, like any kind of art, is much more than the sum of its parts. Just as there are talented artists and hacks in any field, there is bad and good porn. In many cases, it’s a beautiful, sensual woman who chooses to share her sexuality as a piece of art. Yes, she does it for money. Revenue doesn’t negate artistic value, as any starving painter or actor will tell you when they’re waiting for their big break.”
This woman was brilliant. I had to talk to her.
I wrote her an email. I waited, compulsively checking my email, desperate to read her reply. It finally came, and thus began a debate between us that would last the better part of a year. I challenged her ideologies, she challenged my abrupt departure from the world I had called home my entire adult life. What we learned, in those months, was that we needed each other intellectually and as comrades in the sex industry, and that we were destined to be life long friends.
Though we were separated by thousands of miles, Alysabeth became as important to me as my own family. I can’t imagine how different life would be if I hadn’t “met” her at that dark, confusing time in my life. With her bigger than life intellect, insider’s take on the sex industry, and her deep love and respect for women, Alysabeth helped me to see that I didn’t need to reject my past to respect myself. I could be a former sex worker, or a current one, and still be smart, political, creative, beautiful and productive. A career in the sex industry was not synonymous with self destruction. The mere fact that Alysabeth existed confirmed this was true.
Years later, when I took over as the head of production at Girlfriends Films, I knew I would need to bring fresh writers on board. Alysabeth was the first person I thought of. I contacted her and asked if she would be interested. Although her essays have been quoted in Masters Theses and her articles have appeared in countless newspapers and magazines, she had never before written a porn script. And though she’s an acclaimed Shakespearean actress, she had never performed in a porn film. But with her typical aplomb, she dove right in and on her first try handed me a script with dialogue so superior to the average porn scene that I wondered if we might have to dumb it down.
And then I remembered – we don’t dumb things down. Not at Girlfriends Films. And Alysabeth certainly doesn’t. Her contributions will elevate our already rising company to something even greater – of that I’m certain.
Thanks for coming on board, Alysabeth. We’re honored to have your wit, style, and intellect on our side as we forge ap to a new future in adult erotic entertainment.
(Alysabeth “The Feminist Stripper” will be contributing scripts to Girlfriends Films on a regular basis. You can read more about Alysabeth at myspace.com/feministstripper)
Much love,
Sydni Ellis
Director, Writer & Performer
Girlfriends Films
sydniellisxxx@aol.com
GirlfriendsFilms.com
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When I tell people I’m an adult actress, I can pretty much predict what their questions will be: What’s it like to have sex with people you don’t know? Is it weird? Does it ruin sex for you – do you just get sick of it?
They’re good questions, and I don’t blame people for being curious about how it works – or should I say, IF it works. The answer is, it does. Work, I mean. Or at least, it can. Like most things, state of mind is what’s important when embarking on a career in porn. The attitude you bring to your job has a lot to do with what kind of experience you’re going to have. If you’re a difficult person who has trouble interacting with others, if you struggle with drug or alcohol abuse, or if you suffer from low self esteem, a career in porn may not be right for you. But then, if you’re saddled with those afflictions not many things are going to feel right to you.
The first scene I did was with a lovely young woman who made it clear from the outset that she was not attracted to girls and that “you won’t be getting much out of me, but I can fake it.” I was pretty upset about that, since Girlfriends Films has a strict rule that any performer who wishes to work with us must truly be bisexual or lesbian – not “gay for pay.” Somehow, though, this pretty young thing had slipped through the cracks and was totally unaware of our requirements. It wasn’t her fault, but she wasn’t invited back. And the scene? Suffice it to say it fell utterly flat. When the reviews came out, most said things like “these girls (she and I) have no chemistry” and “the worst scene in the DVD.” Not quite the splash I’d hoped to make with my first effort in lesbian porn.
My second scene was much better. My costar was Brianna Love, and I was a little freaked out to hear that she was in the early stages of pregnancy. I was new to the game, and fresh from my professions as a science writer and paralegal, so I’d been living in a very different world. As such, I had the knee jerk reaction a lot of civilians might have to hearing such news. PREGNANT? And she’s doing PORN? And we’re WRITING IT INTO THE STORY? Is that… okay? Or are we all going straight to Hell? The director assured me it would work perfectly, and that the scene was to go into our Road Queen (Part 3) series.
The good news is, she wasn’t showing! She was beautiful and sweet, and very attracted to women. I was stunned at how different the experience was from my first scene. Brianna was completely professional yet fully present and enjoying herself. I had never been with someone so physically different than me, as I tended to be most attracted to shapely brunettes in real life. Brianna was a tiny blonde. But the improbability of it, the novelty of being with someone so unlike what I was used to, was very exciting. At the same time, I noticed little things she did – pushing my hair away so the camera could get my face into view, taking her time, long gazes into my eyes and deep kissing. She may have been doing it for the good of the scene, but it also made me think: How often do we do this with our lovers in real life? Leave the lights on and gaze into each other’s eyes, really take our time? Doing porn was teaching me to be a better lover. Or at least giving me some new ideas. And learning had never been so much fun.
Brianna played the scene as if I were someone she loved and fully enjoyed making love to. We hadn’t met before that day, and had only chatted briefly before the scene, so this was admittedly an extraordinary experience that not many people have in their day to day lives. After all, one night stands are usually awkward fuck-fests, not loving, sensual experiences.
What the experience wasn’t, for even a moment, was uncomfortable or disturbing. I felt lucky to have worked with Brianna Love. And the pregnancy? It suddenly seemed like no big deal. Why had I been so freaked out about it? I wondered. I realized my judgments and presumptions were based on absolutely no firsthand knowledge or personal experience. They were just carryovers from the stigma society places on sex, sex workers, and even motherhood. I couldn’t find anything wrong with the shoot, or with Brianna, who was lovely, kind and sexy — or with myself.
I was extra happy to see my partner that night. I felt a heightened sense of awareness and stimulation from the shoot, and I wanted to express it with the person I truly loved, and with no camera to worry about playing to.
Do shoots always leave me feeling this way? No. Sometimes I feel over stimulated afterwards. It’s a major adrenaline rush to have an intense sexual encounter with someone you don’t (necessarily) know, and I usually need something to ground me afterward. I’ve been known to call my real life lover repeatedly after a shoot. “Where are you? Call me!” I think I just want to hear, and to say, “I love you” to someone and have it be true. It’s like being on a rollercoaster – great fun and exciting beyond compare, but you’re relieved to feel the steady ground under you again when it’s over.
The question is, do you love the rollercoaster, or does it make you sick? For some of us, the rollercoaster is essential. For others, it just makes them nauseas and it isn’t worth the trouble. And for others still, they fear the rollercoaster and won’t try it at all. All of these reactions are valid, but none of them say anything about the rollercoaster itself. The same with porn. You can experience this world in so many different ways, but it doesn’t say anything definitive about the industry. The answers to these questions are personal, and they’re different for each of us. But for me, I’ve got my E-ticket in hand, and I’m getting back on for another ride.
Much love,
Sydni Ellis
Director, Writer & Performer
Girlfriends Films
sydniellisxxx@aol.com
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Back in the 70s when the adult feature film Deep Throat first came out, it seemed porn was poised to be the new art form — or at least to revolutionize cinema as we knew it. We felt very cosmopolitan and European as we sat with our partners in darkened theaters as six foot tall images of human genitalia filled the screen. Linda Lovelace became a household name, and her success opened the door for a whole generation of porn stars. Names such as Seka, Sharon Mitchell, Nina Hartley and Kandi Barbour became synonymous with erotic entertainment and sexual, exotic beauty. The porn industry itself became known as “The ‘Other’ Hollywood.”
But then, something happened — or rather, it didn’t happen. Porn never quite made good on its promise to make sexual sophisticates of us all. The “new art form” devolved into what most referred to as “smut”, and nobody sat proudly in theaters anymore to watch the latest x-rated film. In fact, porn went completely back in the closet — or almost completely. Most people still watched it, but you certainly didn’t admit you did. And if someone you knew caught you going into an x-rated theater, it could change the way they felt about you — and not likely for the better.
I was just a child back in the Golden Age of Porn, but I went to Times Square often and would notice the sparkly women on the posters outside of strip clubs and X-rated theaters. “They’re not movie stars — they’re adult actresses” my father would say with a hint of disdain, as he pulled me from the objects of my interest.
Fast forward 25 years later, and I’m holding a director’s “clapper board” while Nina Hartley stands in front of me pacing back and forth and rehearsing her lines. I have written the script she’s trying to memorize, and I’m struck for a moment by the surreal nature of this scene. How did I get here - me, a science journalist and Russian literature freak?
Nina Hartley is a special legend in the world of adult entertainment. A mainstream movie actress, activist, writer and intellectual, it’s safe to say she doesn’t really have any peers. I am honored that she’s taken on the role I wrote especially for her. She will be the star of Girlfriends Films new Girls in White 2007, a three-part DVD set to be released in January 2007.
Nina took the role because she likes the Girlfriends Films philosophy; sex positive, female positive, and attempting to tell an interesting story. In the course of our friendship, Nina and I have spent hours discussing the nature of lust, the lure of pornography, the mechanics of orgasm, and the question of monogamy. As an expert in the world of BDSM, Nina knows something about the sexual potency of power dynamics. She will put that knowledge to work now, in a scene involving three slaves who service her, and each other, over morning tea.
I have written into the script that one girl should give the other a collar to wear, and Nina instructs me on the proper way this task should be done. In BDSM, there is a proper way to do almost everything.
“She should get on her knees, with her back to the girl who gives her the collar,” Nina explains. I watch this executed and it’s indeed sexy; it looks a bit like a spiritual ritual. Scientists say the parts of the brain that respond to religion and to sex are closely related, and I can see why.
The scene comes off beautifully. Nina is the consummate performer — mother, lover, teacher, goddess. The girls who play her slaves in the scene are humbled to be in her presence. Trinity Post keeps flubbing her lines, and whispers to me “It’s just that Nina Hartley is sitting here and it makes me so freaking nervous!”
Nina imbues the words I’ve written for her with nuances and inflections of tone that I couldn’t have imagined. She makes it sound good — better than it sounded in my head or written on the page. I’m flying with Superman.
And for a moment, I dare to think that maybe… just maybe… the promise of porn as an art form still has some legs. It’s a new generation, after all. And we’re pretty sexually sophisticated, if I do say so myself.
Girls in White 2007 is written and directed by Sydni Ellis and is slated for a January 2007 release. Check www.girlfriendsfilms.com for updates on coming attractions and estimated release dates.
Much love,
Sydni Ellis
Director, Writer & Performer
Girlfriends Films
sydniellisxxx@aol.com
GirlfriendsFilms.com
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Recently I attended a party at an Altadena art gallery. A good friend of mine was bartending the event, and when I arrived he introduced me to his sister, Laura. Laura’s dress and hair was new-age bohemian chic, and she immediately struck me as smart, cool and quirky. I liked her instantly, but her reaction to me was a bit hard to read. She wasn’t unfriendly, but I sensed a bit of wariness, perhaps even suspicion, directed my way.
After telling Laura how nice it was to meet her, I found myself distracted by a portrait of Adolf Hitler painted entirely in glitter. I moved in to take a closer look and Laura quickly moved on. I didn’t see her again for the rest of the night.
The next day, my friend told me that he’d mentioned to his sister what I do for a living and that her response had been a mixture of shock and moral indignation.
“Don’t you feel sorry for her?” Laura had apparently asked him. “Aren’t you going to try to help her? You’re her friend, aren’t you?”
The words stung, but I wasn’t really surprised. Unfortunately, Laura’s reaction represents how many people continue to view those who work in the adult industry: as damaged human beings, even as victims. I sometimes forget how strange my job can seem to “civilians.” By “civilians,” I mean conventional folks that hold jobs where their coworkers never once get to see them naked. (Not even at the company Christmas party!)
My life, though, hasn’t followed a conventional path: I am a woman, and I am also a pornographer. That is, I write, direct and film lesbian porn (or if you prefer the less heavy handed term: “erotica”) for a company called Girlfriends Films. I occasionally perform in x rated videos, too.
Is it fun? Is it liberating? How do I “really” feel about working in the adult industry? What are the girls like? Are they all on drugs, and do they all hate sex? Are those orgasms real? How much “direction” is required, and how is it done? What really goes into making an x-rated DVD?
This is what you want to know, and it’s what I’m going to tell you each week, right in this space. Why? My motives are twofold. First, I want to introduce you to Girlfriends Films, because our DVDs are filmed by women for women, and very few erotic videos are. Second, I hope that if you read my column on a regular basis it might change the way you think about women and pornography. You may start to view it the way I do: as something fun, creative, even artistic. Something you can enjoy watching without worrying that there’s something wrong with you — or with me. I hope to surprise you, and shed some light on a world that has always existed mainly in shadows. The world you like to visit, and that I call Home.
My hope is, that if you happen to run into me at a party someday, you’ll have a different reaction to me than Laura did. You may warmly shake my hand and smile, and even whisper “You go, girl.” And you might even mean it!
Check this column every week for a peek into the process of creating lesbian porn. I’ll give you a pass to the world of erotic videos created by women and for women (and for men who love women who love each other.) I hope you’ll enjoy my column, and I look forward to your questions and feedback.
Much love,
Sydni Ellis
Director, Writer & Performer
Girlfriends Films
sydniellisxxx@aol.com
GirlfriendsFilms.com
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