One of the great things about being aware of beauty is the knowledge that it is neither a finite resource, nor is it ever a fixed point. When I met Sadie West, she was New Sensations’ brand new contract performer, in town from San Diego.
I thought, “This woman is beautiful.”
Of course, in porn our concept of beauty is mixed (tainted?) with the idea of accessibility. A woman you may not find beautiful while she’s bending over to squeeze the melons at Ralph’s you might think pretty tasty as she makes her way down a line blowing people.
And that’s good, too. Beautiful relationships can arise out of blowjobs.
But even though West was arrayed in a ridiculous schoolgirl outfit, she was beautiful with all her clothes on in that upstairs bedroom in Simi Valley.
Maybe it was her proximity to the Ronald Reagan Presidential Library.
Either way, I am sometimes shocked and a little offended when people disparage the porn world for its performers who just couldn’t make it elsewhere. Maybe I wouldn’t see a porn girl in “The Hunger Games” but who is to say Jennifer Lawrence would make a good porn girl? Apples and oranges.
Sadie West has drifted in and out of the porn world since then, but I thought at that moment that I had an answer for all the doubters.
Then I had to watch her blow Anthony Rosano, the bastard.