I met the delightful Katie K., 19, at a Porn Week event in Los Angeles, and kept wondering what those strange stirrings were about.
It wasn’t until I returned home and painstakingly developed my photographs in my darkroom that I realized she reminded me of Sunny Lane.
Katie is from London, and this was her first trip to the United States. Her bubbly personality and refreshingly accessible non-pornstar teeth remind me most of Lane (please don’t judge me too harshly when I say that perfectly straight teeth remind me of Satan), though she doesn’t yet “do” guys on film and she lacks the ruthless self-promotion gene that Lane possesses.
“The porn world in England is much smaller than in America,” she said. “Everyone knows everyone else.”
That statement surprised me because I think everyone here knows everyone else already. What must it be like there? As it is, I need to duck into a mosque to avoid gratuitous blowjobs here in the San Fernando Valley (because I’m not as lucky in churches and, well, synagogues – forget it) but it must be a perpetual frottage fest over there.
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