It’s been an interesting day over here, watching a lot of old game tape and trying to wrap my head around some pretty crucial issues, among them rough sex, my own self-image, Michael Jordan’s bizarre Hall of Fame rant, international vengeance, raging narcissism, the process of aging . . .

People ask me why porn is important, and the answer is so much more than wacking off, or getting to watch people have sex. When you come across individuals who are willing to “go there,” into the land of hurt and pure, animal desire, and more, come back with reflections, then you are getting to the point of the matter . . . you are understanding why a man would want to point a camera at these people, subject himself to these energetically-bleak situations. It was always much more than a paycheck for me . . . I was always drawn to the emotional and psychic nakedness of the  situation. Drawn to people for whom boundaries and societal mores are more like suggestions than concrete rules.

“You never feel so alive as when you’re having sex with a beautiful woman who you don’t even feel would give you the time of day on the street.”- Brandon Iron