Today as America’s cities ring with the protest of immigrants and their friends, we look inward to Porn Valley, where numerous immigrants work in front of and behind the camera as well as in the mighty warehouses from which our nation’s adult material is shipped.
I called up a friend at AVN (this was my version of being a private detective calling a buddy on the force to run a plate):
“Did the lunch truck come?”
“Yes.”
I called several companies to find out about the warehouse staff.
“Did anyone call out today for the protests?” I asked.
Only at one company did someone of immigrant extraction call in sick. “But he was sick last Thursday and Friday, too; he’d had an operation.”
I thought about the many non-Americans that Americans jerk off to or to whom American men unfavorably compare their spouses. There are women from Mexico, Thailand, Prague, Colombia, Sweden, and even Canada who are undocumented. I know a couple of these who had scenes scheduled to be shot today.
“Did X and Y show up to work?” I asked a booking agent.
“They’re in makeup now,” I was told.
Is the porn world a fantasyland out of touch with the plight of the everyday Southern California worker (I kind of hope so, considering the pegging phenomenon)? Or is porn the only place immigrants get a fair shake?
All I know is this: the Czech word for pussy is pipinka.
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