“It’s so cold, the dogs are sticking to the sidewalks,” says Sabina in Thornton Wilder’s 1942 masterpiece “The Skin of Our Teeth.” Wilder, who had just triumphed with “Our Town” a mere four years before, has almost nothing to do with gangbangs, and will have even less to do with them once this article is done.
Because if you’re in Los Angeles this week, you know how hot it’s been. And whenever it’s this hot, I think of two gangbangs I attended—one for Sabrina Deep and one for Kelly Shibari (and why do I say “for,” as if their gangbangs were their bat mitzvahs? I should say “on”).
Sabrina Deep’s was by far the larger affair. It even had two fluffers and a circus theme. I’d say it also had a circus smell, but that would be conjecture, as I’d learned to breathe exclusively through my mouth on porn sets, a habit I continue to this day in non-porn situations, and I can assure you that I come off as sophisticated and elegant. Deep’s gangbang, at the end of September, 2010, had about 50 guys and was staged at Metro’s warehouse in Chatsworth. Ginger Lynn was the narrator while Deep’s husband, Fabio, acted as the ringleader. It was the heighth of porn world administrative excellence.
Kelly Shibari’s fete was in a downtown LA warehouse in August of 2011. There were fewer people and I don’t think Ms. Shibari ever removed her pants. It was not a gangbang per se but a blowbang. I think Kelly had to work harder. I’m not saying that pale Sabrina wasn’t fun to watch, all sweaty and chafing and spread-eagled and superabsorbent, but let’s face it; Kelly was the one who went to work that day.
But despite the difference in scale and location, these two women faced similar conditions: Their events transpired on days that were hot independent of the shuffling mopes eager to deposit their payloads on any surface they could; add that teeming shore to already scorching days and you get two porn DVDs that are real endurance tests to watch.
I remember walking out of both productions, into the 95-plus-degree heat, and feeling cooled off.
Back to Thornton Wilder. I have never seen a version of “Our Town” that didn’t have me bawling. It doesn’t matter if it’s a high school or professional production—I guess Emily Webb’s final speech was written so well that it affects me powerfully no matter who is delivering it. But until this very evening I thought “dogs are sticking to the sidewalks” was about high heat, not deep cold. I was going to say, “It was so hot at Sabrina Deep’s gangbang that the dogs were sticking to the sidewalks.” But then I checked my copy of “The Skin of Our Teeth” and saw that Sabina’s line was about cold days. I guess I’ve been living a lie. Oh well. Worse things have happened.
What I’m saying is that I could direct a porn version of “Our Town” that would make you weep from your parts.
Previously on Porn Valley Observed: Sabrina Deep’s Big Top Gangbang; Kelly Shibari’s blowbang in which I reference Ron Paul and Harry Nilsson
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