The Last Resort? Our Resort.

These are interesting times for your favorite pervs. As you know, we don't show our faces. We barely show most of our bodies, actually, due to tattoos being dead giveaways to any friends that might read this. We're mostly resigned to the fact that the 50-60 people that have been to our apartment would TOTALLY recognize us from this blog. Mostly. We still sneak around some of the more obvious elements of our place.

However, when you make beautiful porn in your free time, the opportunities come knocking, apparently. And are, let's be blunt about it, a bit difficult to resist. Especially given the types of people that have been making these offers.

But then there are endless questions that come with it all. Like, are we really going to fuck each other for a living? Should we? Would we? Could we? And what the fuck would we tell friends and family?

You see, most people in this world have allies in the battle. They've got friends that maybe have sex blogs too. Or are open enough to not think it's the least bit weird. But when you're college educated, highly intellectual, music obsessed, hipstery nerds that also happen to enjoy fucking and documenting on occasion said fuckings, you're looked at a bit oddly in this world. Though you'd think we'd certainly just the type to have some sex-positive allies, wouldn't you? Maybe we do, maybe we're just being overly cautious. But still, we're fully expecting the, "YOU'RE DOING WHAT???" response from family certainly and friends mostly.

WHY?

Why is porn looked at with such stigma in this culture? Why is it assumed that people working in porn are stupid? Or have daddy issues? Or are drug addicts? Or seek attention and fame?

Maybe because there are people like that in porn. But maybe it's time to fucking change that. Isn't it? 

After all, we're smart. 

Well read. 

Have varied interests, including an obsession with food that borders on the unhealthy. 

Possess a pair of sharp political minds. 

We love writing. 

And reading. 

And surfing. 

And eating. 

And collecting vinyl. 

And making incredibly complicated cocktails with obscure ingredients. 

And eating. 

And cooking. 

And eating. 

And writing about the cooking and eating.

Also, we love to fuck. And write about fucking. And taking photos of each other before, after and during fucking. And sometimes making videos of that same activity. 

We're good at it. 

We enjoy it. 

And it would be such a kickass lifestyle, allowing us to work from home. 

To travel. 

To work together. 

To listen to that vinyl all day. 

While cooking. 

And then writing about the cooking and eating.

So why don't we? 

WHAT WOULD OUR PARENTS SAY? 

What would our friends say? 

Would we ever be able to get other jobs? 

Would we fail and go broke? 

And then not be able to work office jobs again?

Yet we try to remind ourselves that it's different now. There are people like Camille, Mike and Sophie. People like Jiz Lee and Erika Lust. Companies like Blue Artichoke. People that are changing porn. For the better. Making porn with people in love, or people in lust, at the very least. Real sex. Not just paid strangers in a room, faking it or displaying the emptiness that is so obvious on camera. This new porn movement is captured on video and looks hot as fuck. It's well edited. Gorgeously shot. Inspiring AND arousing.

But to our parents, to people not familiar with porn and all the different avenues people are taking within it just see it as a last resort. A place you go when you're at the end of your rope, financially or because of drugs. Not a place you go to create. To inspire. To share. To change. To open minds. And then turn those minds on.

But we do. And maybe we'll win out. Stay tuned.