That is why I present you an archived oddity from the dawn of technology: February, 2007, featuring a fickle blonde, a girls-only girl, a studio that no longer exists, and a camera that mounted to the top of a laptop like some sort of clunky medieval wall-sieging catapult.
I forget the name of the movie. “Webcam Girls”? “Cyber Girls”? But blonde Kimberly Kane succumbed to the faux-priapic advances of Celeste Star in front of one of the few non-stolen laptops in Porn Valley. They laughed and talked throughout the afternoon without the need to text, deep in the recesses of Sinsation Studios.
It was a simpler time, before tablets, four months before the iPhone, with no one thinking they might have the chance to grab some Wi-Fi and disengage for a while.
No, my friends, it was all about the humanity and interpersonal connections back then (and the strap-on dildo).
Sounds like some really heavy, existential conversations go down between shots on the sets of porn films–I never would have guessed.