Take a look at Kelly Wells.

She’s getting choked out by one of the three dudes I hired to pound her for Blacks on Blondes. I say “one of the three”, cause honestly, I don’t remember which one actually did the choking. I think that’s Brian Pumper’s hand wrapped around her throat, but it might be Nathan Threat’s, too. I don’t think it’s Byron Long, cause that’s not his style.

I’d like to add Kelly is one of my favorites to work with, and, in fact, if you scroll down a bit or poke around my blog, you’ll see where I wrote about her recently.

I’d also like to add a few things here:

1) Kelly requested the good, old-fashioned choke-out session, cause that’s something she claims to be into

however

2) Nothing from Porno Land is real.

Oh sure, she’s getting choked out, and sure, her eyes are rolling up into the back of her hear like a pair of window shades, so I guess in that aspect it’s real. But we talked about the scene before hand, and the sceanario for the scene, and how she was going to get fucked, and how she was going to suck, and all that…so, in that way, it’s kinda staged, you know?

Where am I going with this? Well, I think even though things aren’t real in porn, they’re real, ya know? Especially if you’ve never worked in the sex biz. An outsider looking in, I guess.

I’d like to ask you a rhetorical question – do you think Kelly’s getting choked out? Or getting fingers jammed down her throat?

Let’s put it another way: it’s a lot like going to a strip joint, which I know you’ve done before. Suddenly, there’s a beer in your hand and a girl dancing in front of you, and it’s real, and she’ll grind the shit out of you, and blow in your ear, and damn that beer is cold and soothing, and she’ll whisper nice things to you, and sit and talk with you between songs, and ask about your life, and you’ll ask about hers, and bladda-bladda-blah, but in reality, she’s there for your 20 dollar bill.

And the next one.

And the next one.

And that’s it.

And when you’re out, so is she.

So, does that make it all real?

Did I ever tell you that there’s times when I’m rolling tape and have out-of-body experiences? I’m serious. It’s fucking weird. I’ll be shooting and thinking to myself this isn’t real and suddenly I’m on the perimeter of the set, watching me work, and thinking never in a million years did I ever think I’d be shooting porn for a living. And then I’ll think I’m watching two people doing something almost all of us see as the most intimate act we’ll ever do, and it’s really no big deal – cause it’s not real. None of this is real.

Back to Kelly. She’s doing things that many people consider obscene – and things you’ll probably never do in your lifetime.

Those fingers in her mouth? Real.

The spitting and choking? Real.

In a sense, I suppose. But really, it’s not real. Not that real.

Because at the end of the scene, everyone cleans up, and puts on street clothes, and walks into my office to collect their check for an acting job. Because, in the end, that’s the only reason Kelly’s on my set.

The only reason any of them ever come to my set.

So next time you watch a porno girl doing some filthy and despicable, remember, it’s not really real.

Not that real, anyway.