"A Porn Site By Any Other Name" by Troy Moreno

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            I’m Troy Moreno. You may recall me from such videos in Machofucker, Maskurbate, Desperate Householes 2, and Break-in Motel or, more vulgarly via Internet pirates and tube sites, “BBC”, “Negro”, “black stud”, “black thug”, “preto”, “negão” and other anonymous, two-bit racial hang-ups. I don’t do porn but, like you, I watch it and I’ve noticed a very peculiar thing: like pop hits – at least the Top 40 – porn has gotten motherfucking redundant right down to the faces. Correction: especially down to the faces!
            It used to be there were styles . . . nuances that set studios apart, appealing to differences that make up the world around us. Then again, it used to be a lot of things. With so few – or diminishing – differences in our worlds (because we increasingly live in self-affirming cyber pockets) one can argue entertainment is a natural casualty. After all, if television executives can’t, or won’t, do much better than silly reality shows ad nauseam, then why expect more from pornographers? To put it in context, a funny thing happened to me not too long ago. While visiting a particular porn site I, momentarily, thought I had entered the wrong address. It’s gotten so that I can’t discern a real distinction between Timtales.com and Fuckermate.com — apart from the camera work and logos. (But, hey, if that is as good as it gets, then it ain’t saying much.)

            Compare the archives and there are the same guys fucking the same guys in the same way. Is it one studio or two? It’s hard to say. And it is not a question of another new face in the overly rapidly produced updates (because you know as well as I do that he’s bound to get overexposed in two months’ time) but, rather, putting out real differences altogether. For starters, an actual cast of porn stars instead of the frequently scooped up Grindr fuck-me-and-forget-me-nots would be good. Those star performers, in turn, require a story to show off their star quality. Otherwise the models appear as adrift and unremarkable as Howard Hughes’ aerial fight sequences in Hell’s Angels before he added the backdrop of clouds and mountains to reinforce the action. But, hey, what is a storyline, to say nothing of plot and characters, when the scene is projected in HD and 4K and every other technical clarity to impress? Besides, dude has a big dick! And…so…? He’s supposed to be lugging a big dick: he’s in porn. Porn is full of big dicks and tempting asses. And, anyway, every anonymous pervert with a camera and Internet access posts pictures of his thing. But where are his other star qualities – selling points – besides the donkey appendage —- and hailing from Latin America (but that’s another article altogether)?
            For instance, does he dance? Does he ride a motorbike or play an instrument? Can he act or do impressions or gymnastics? Does he cum multiple times? Can he do push-ups with that dick or fold laundry with his ass? Hell, to look at the recurring models on the two websites mentioned I have to wonder does he even eat — or is homeboy holding out for brittle skinny to come in style??
            From tops to bottoms, Timtales and Fuckermate share more than just a post code. Same models with same demographics doing the same wham-bam-thank you ma’am playbook. Porn is the new Sunday mass: so predictable you can set your watch to it. One knows what to expect and when to expect it. I get more surprises from watching Scooby-Doo re-runs.
            Maybe the sticking point has to do with who is cast (and, specifically, the policy of redundant casting!). Maybe the rushed format of weekly video updates is, well, saturating. The dearth of any real, relatable fantasies is an obvious culprit - boy meets boy is more…interesting than porn star meets porn star —- again - and maybe, too, porn studios suffer from their own rigid typecasting. Alas, some finger-wagging has to be directed at the directors, themselves, since the production value, per se, of the weekly updates is none too lacking. Their videos are, indeed, glossy, well-lighted and crisp. They’re just, unfortunately, glossy, well-lighted and crisp of more of the same.
            It’s not that I’m jaded. I’m simply looking to be entertained. Surely the talent pool of gay ass multicultural Barcelona extends deeper than three nationalities and ten to twelve faces.


The author worked in the adult industry for ten years. He
pulled out after wages stopped being enough to cover rent and became more about
social media followers instead of hard currency.
  He can still be actively engaged at www.onlyfans.com/powerss

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