I think the issues that a porn production crew face don't have to come about if they educate the amateurs. Otherwise, indeed, if I were a producer and I didn't take any of these measures, of course I would expect the women to get angry with me after suffering from consequences they go through, and I would probably be disgusted with myself for not teaching or reminding about sexual hygiene. Are producers just thinking about the end product and not the people themselves and the working relationship?

The Internet has always been a rough place. I’ve seen people performing horrifying acts from the privacy of their own rooms. I know what a man sounds like as he is beheaded, and I’ve heard people beg for mercy and help as they were roasted alive in the Station fire in Rhode Island. These things have scarred me, toughened me, made me able to deal with mundane horrors far more easily.

This is rough, though. Rough in a truly touching way. It always becomes so easy to forget that, at the end of a day, these people are just that- people. They have lives, family, friends- and it will all end if word gets out of what they’ve been doing. Is the problem with their choice to do it? Or s it with those who perpetuate the culture, the contempt, the hate for those who flaunt their sexuality? They put themselves in the situation, sure. If the offer wasn’t there, they couldn’t have accepted it. But I don’t blame them, Donny, nor should you. I don’t blame you, nor should anybody else. The fault is with all of us. We treat them differently, and ruin their lives because of decisions they have made, call them hussy, slut, whore. We have all made decisions we aren’t proud of, no one of us is perfect. We, not as a religion, not as a culture, not as a race, but as a SPECIES, need to step back and say, “The culture of the sex industry is wrong.” Both in the way it is perpetuated as a business, and the way it is treated by mainstream society.

After all, is not the nature of God forgiveness?

The Internet has always been a rough place. I’ve seen people performing horrifying acts from the privacy of their own rooms. I know what a man sounds like as he is beheaded, and I’ve heard people beg for mercy and help as they were roasted alive in the Station fire in Rhode Island. These things have scarred me, toughened me, made me able to deal with mundane horrors far more easily.

This is rough, though. Rough in a truly touching way. It always becomes so easy to forget that, at the end of a day, these people are just that- people. They have lives, family, friends- and it will all end if word gets out of what they’ve been doing. Is the problem with their choice to do it? Or s it with those who perpetuate the culture, the contempt, the hate for those who flaunt their sexuality? They put themselves in the situation, sure. If the offer wasn’t there, they couldn’t have accepted it. But I don’t blame them, Donny, nor should you. I don’t blame you, nor should anybody else. The fault is with all of us. We treat them differently, and ruin their lives because of decisions they have made, call them hussy, slut, whore. We have all made decisions we aren’t proud of, no one of us is perfect. We, not as a religion, not as a culture, not as a race, but as a SPECIES, need to step back and say, “The culture of the sex industry is wrong.” Both in the way it is perpetuated as a business, and the way it is treated by mainstream society.

After all, is not the nature of God forgiveness?