A Thousand Times No

As Pr0n Week draws to a close, I will reveal something so shocking and socially compromising that it can only be called “The Pr0n That Dare Not Speak Its Name.”

We are surrounded, all of us, by people who consume this material during their private hours. It’s a $40 billion industrial juggernaut in the United States alone, a number that leaves everything from professional sports and Hollywood, not to mention the GDP of dozens of nations, in the dust. Do I have a secret cache of magazines, movies, and even books loaded from cover to cover with tantalizing photos and heart-pounding narratives, all devoted to this specific overpowering force field?

I do.

This is the one realm in which I’ve been more a producer than a consumer. I’ve sung from rafters, booked photographers and organists, designed invitations, planned seating arrangements, packaged favors, and worn frightful dresses with dyed-to-match shoes. I remain irreverent and skeptical, yet utterly fascinated by the entire process and its inherent theatricality.

Okay, I’ve just outed myself. Please be gentle and refrain from throwing stones or rice. Thank you.

Pr0n Week 2007: All Tied Up