As you casually glance around the bar, you notice me, Bobbi Starr, staring at you through the crowd. Startled, you turn and take a drink. As you look back up, you’re dismayed to find that I’ve vanished from my place in the crowd. Suddenly, you feel a hand slide down the front of your jeans, causing them to swell with anticipation. Warm breath caresses your ear, and a voice says, “I need a man to dominate me now, and you look like the perfect candidate.”
Without pausing to question your good fortune, you enthusiastically escort me back to your place. Unable to restrain myself, I rip my clothes off as soon as we walk through the door and beg you to tie me to your bed. Readily willing to fulfill my demands, you strap my wrists to your bedposts and bind my ankles together. I pull my knees beneath me, fully exposing the glistening moisture on my engorged labia and my tight, little asshole. Your cock begins to throb, and you tear off your pants and rush into the restroom to find a condom . . . or would you typically skip over that step in your fantasy?
Sorry to cut you off just as things were getting interesting, but this brings me to a compelling matter that I feel the need to explore. All of recent reports about an adult film actress who contracted HIV have led to discussions about whether or not the use of condoms should become mandatory in the adult entertainment industry. Before jumping to any conclusions on this matter, two different issues should be addressed: What events led to this unfortunate incident? What is the purpose and appeal of pornography?
The actress at the root of these reports (who, to the best of my knowledge, has thus far managed to remain anonymous) clearly must have contracted the virus in her private life and not while working in the adult entertainment industry. This being the case, she was either extremely unlucky or simply not exercising a reasonable amount of caution in her off-camera sexual endeavors, displaying a blatant disregard for the safety of her fellow sex workers. Fortunately, this seems to have been an isolated incident, and although some mistakes were made and she did end up putting others at risk, nobody else in the industry seems to have been affected.
As performers in the adult entertainment industry, our job is to help you visualize and experience your sexual fantasies. If that line about finding a condom in the scenario I was describing earlier disrupted the flow of your fantasy, then that is probably not
something you will enjoy seeing when you watch porn. However, if adding a condom into the fantasy doesn’t diminish the experience, or perhaps even enhances it, you might want to seek out films that feature latex-clad genitalia. The fact of the matter is that many people prefer to fantasize about engaging in unprotected sex and should therefore have the option of viewing pornography that will fulfill their desires.
If, perchance, on some alcohol-soaked evening, we did find ourselves in the above situation, you would, in reality, be putting on that condom, because I am concerned for both my own health and the safety of my coworkers, and I maintain a strict policy of
practicing safe sex in my personal life. Theoretically and ideally, all of the other performers in the industry share my concern and keep this in mind throughout the course of their personal sexual encounters. I can only hope that this is the case, leaving us free to act out your raw flesh or rubber-coated fantasies without having to worry about whether or not we are putting our lives in danger.
Now that I got that off my chest, where were we? I was tied up and bent over on your bed and . . . damn, I just noticed the time. I have to run, but we’ll finish this up some other day.