They Shoot Porn Stars Don't They . Words & photos by Susannah Breslin . Page 1
Susannah Breslin has been chronicling the real day-to-day lives of porn stars for years now. Her words are always hardhitting and interesting.
The camera pans to the side to find her face buried in the sofa cushions.
“Can I ask you a question?”
She doesn’t move or respond.
“Could you look at the camera, please?”
He repeats himself. Eventually, she turns her head and faces the camera. There are tears tracking down her flush cheeks. Her body is shaking uncontrollably, and her breath is hitching with every intake.
“To steal a Quentin Tarantino line,” he muses, mockingly, “‘Was that as good for you as it was for me?’”
There can be no mistake. This is when he breaks her. Her expression flattens. Her eyes go blank. She appears to be dissociating. Slowly, she turns from the camera, going somewhere else, inside herself, anywhere but here.
“OK, I’m going to bring the guys in here,” the man announces to no one in particular. “Because you’ve just gone to pieces on me.”
And, with that, the real scene begins.
*via Warren Ellis*