The Domestic Life of a Porn Star

Porn stars are different from you and me. They have more sex.

Candy dances a bit but mostly stands next to her husband while he chats with their friends. When the rose girl appears, everyone pretends not to see her—it's the only way you can deal with a rose girl, really—except for Bill. He buys a pink rose for his sweetheart and a white one for me. They both really are very thoughtful. Outside, we see local promoter extraordinaire Altan. This is who Candy meant when she said she was engaged as a teen to a man she'd been with for five years. But he cheated on her, she said, so she started sleeping with all his friends. Then she got into the business. She really likes having sex with midgets. "I just think they're so cute," she says.

After a while, I head home, two of Candy's films on the seat beside me. In one, Candy looks gorgeous, thick black-framed glasses giving her the librarian look. In the other, Trixxx—a pretty high-budget takeoff of Keanu Reeves' Matrix—she accommodates two giant, condomless cocks at once, one in her ass and the other in her pussy, which is shaved like a child's. One man chokes her until her face turns red. Although she has told me flatly that she doesn't come at work —only with her Bill—she groans as though she's being slaughtered, then gets on her knees and frenetically moves her mouth from one man to the other. She looks like a madwoman. When she spits out their come, her eyes rolling back in her head, it looks as though she's rabid. She is not worried about AIDS in the slightest, she says. Everyone gets tested once a month. I turn it off.

And what about Natalie? She's going to get a tattoo with her baby daughter's name. She has no plans for the future. Bill and Candy give her pocket money for cigarettes, though surprisingly neither of them smokes. Bill and Candy don't like her boyfriend. One morning, they tell me, she was throwing up because she'd gotten really drunk and didn't usually drink at all. On the phone, her boyfriend asked her if she was pregnant. "Maybe," she answered, to which he responded, "I don't think we should see each other anymore." And hung up. "He gets mad at her if she doesn't answer the phone fast enough," Candy says disbelievingly—and before we had gone to the Tap House, he called. Natalie's first words to him were, "I was outside, smoking!" A look passed between Candy and Bill. "She didn't answer the phone fast enough," Candy confirmed. In the same phone call, Natalie and her boyfriend argued about whether she could go see him or not. She tells us what transpired. "I told him, 'I even had an offer to baby-sit for 15 bucks and a ride out there. But I have to stay here.' And he's saying I'm not making him a priority!" Bill and Candy do not take the hint to give her the night off from dog-watching.

Bill thinks Natalie should get into the business. "She's a free-love girl. I'm going, 'Dude! If you're gonna do that, you might as well get paid for it!'" Candy says Natalie is going to go on the set with her next week. "She says she wants to get into movies," Candy says noncommittally. Candy doesn't seem to be pushing her too hard, and I suspect that Natalie is just saying she wants to get into movies so Bill and Candy will be happy—like when she said, "Shit! We missed Pokémon today! And I even thought about it at 1:18. I looked at the clock, and thought, 'Oh, good! We still have 45 minutes!'" The whole thing sounds rehearsed, and I suspect she only likes Pokémon so she and Candy and Bill will have an additional bond. Natalie seems to have a major crush on the neighbor kid's friend, whom she breathlessly describes as "the really, really cute one." He's okay-looking, but when I point that out, she immediately agrees with me. "He's got a bad attitude about women," she says, changing from admirer to mild critic. "He lives in a rehab. He's almost 30, like, 27 or something!" Old.

Candy and Bill say everyone in porn—Candy excluded—has a story. Molested, abused, something. But Candy's parents were wonderful and very normal, they say. Should anyone be looking for a perfect porn queen, though, one with low enough self-esteem to think the alcoholic neighbor's friend is the epitome of manliness, Natalie would be the $64,000 answer.

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