Porn

For a while there, I was writing something called Adventures In Spankland.  It was a fictionalized version of the last several years of my life but I stopped writing it when I realized a bunch of people didn’t realize it was supposed to be fictitious.  Another reason for stopping was because each chapter (due to the fact that there was so much content that was more editorial than story) had to be so severely edited that I always wound up rewriting it.  So, I’m slowly reconsidering the entire thing, but I found this bit that had to be edited out, and I like it enough that I thought I’d post it here before completely deleting the draft:

“Because porn, regardless of what anyone says to contradict this, is all about money.  It’s not about degrading women or titillation or art or sexual empowerment or even just entertaining people:  It’s all about money.  Sexually free spirits will have orgies on their own time.  Misogynists will degrade women on their own time.  Pornographers will not make porn unless there’s a buck in it.”

About

Tim Hatch lives in a secret volcano headquarters somewhere in the South Pacific, where he controls the world economy and writes confessional poetry about his disappointing childhood.

His poetry has been published in MungBeing, East Jasmine Review, The Pacific Review, The Vehicle, Touch: The Journal Of Healing, Apeiron Review, and he is the recipient of the 2014 Felix Valdez Award.

He finds writing about himself in the third person to be an overtly seductive invitation to tell lies.

He once captured a French Eagle at Talavera.

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