And so, my life continues as normal. Today, I was interviewing an absolute dream of a porn star. (No, not a dream 'cos she was gorgeous - although she was. She was just one of those people that set every journalistic radar tingling.)
To start with, she's only nineteen, which makes her one of the younger women in the (legitimate side of the) business. She's entirely happy with her job and likes being able to show her body off. Add to that, she's bisexual, which is tabloid heaven (yes, I know that it shouldn't be any big deal but sadly, society still hasn't moved on enough for someone's sexuality - if they're not heterosexual - not to be news.) She was more than willing to talk about all these things, which is cool, 'cos I hate the idea of stitching someone up with a story they wouldn't want printed.
But *then* came the absolute beauty of an angle.
She turned to porn to fund her mum's IVF treatment (and her mum's entirely cool about her talking about it.) Well, that and to fund her studies because she couldn't afford to go to college otherwise. Added to all this, she's a really sweet person who's really keen to be written about.
In terms of 'tick all the boxes marked ' tabloid human interest story', she scored almost a full house (OK, so some kind of celeb link would maybe have boosted it further but that'd just be greedy.)
I had another one of those 'my life is weird' moments, when she kept on getting interrupted by calls from male porn star mates, all of whom I ended up blathering to because I'd worked with them in the past. I'm not entirely sure how it is that I got into a situation where half my mates are porn stars or sex industry types, and it's still a little odd. Nice though, 'cos they're remarkably devoid of bullshit.
After that, got home to find an invitation to an 'Erotic food party' that's being filmed for Sky. Not sure exactly what it's going to entail, other than (apparently) eating dinner off a naked woman but it was suitably bizarre a request to be filed under 'could get a feature out of this'. And somehow, I don't think Sky One will be expecting the guests to muffdive on camera.
In other news, it turned out that the four-part feature I'm doing for the Daily Star started running today. Am dead excited because I got a front cover tag (sharing the page with Britney: not something I ever thought would happen) as well as the centre spread. No matter how many times I get a by-line, I still get a buzz from it. And I've got three more over the next three days (cue squeally mode.)
Sadly (well, fortunately really, cos it means I've got work) this week, I can't just sit back and luxuriate in squealliness. I really have got to get on with reviewing this sex furniture as I'm writing an entire positions guide for them, so a full working knowledge of the products in question is required. And then there's all the usual stuff; writing some new erotica, putting together a couple of newsletters and subbing all the latest Cliterati stories.
It's a fun way to start the year.
Posted by emilyd at January 06, 2004 10:25 PM