Thursday, November 21, 2013

Transition



Transition

I've learned to process most everything through fucking. The thought that sex is no longer possible is akin to dread. It is loss of pleasure, love, livelihood, and my ability to cope. While it was once just a part of me, sex has become my sense of self. To take that away is as close as I've felt to death.

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I cried on the way to the hospital. It was the third time I ended up there on account of my erection. I'd considered myself drug-free for the latter half of my life. But I'd spent my entire twenties consuming erectile dysfunction pharmaceuticals. Over the past two years, on a more-than-frequent basis.

It was normal by default. To be a male porn star meant that you swallowed pills or shot up your dick.

I didn't think of it as fake. I'd found my process of arousal and allowed a sense of sincerity into much of my work. But the fear of failure always loomed. The work-flow of modern porn did not allow for the unpredictability of human performance. My psyche didn't allow for it either. I'd wrapped up my identity in the ability to fuck anyone under most any condition.

The choice came to either fuck like a god until I couldn't fuck at all, or to bring my sex back down to earth. An emergency room doctor had my attention once he'd opened a hole in my penis and let it bleed out. "You keep doing this and you're not going to be able to get an erection, period." There was something in his voice. It suggested that I'd already gone too far.

"What the fuck am I going to do?" I said out loud while driving home. It was meant for something greater than myself - a god I didn't believe in.

***

A girl texted me that night. She thought that I was still at work. Her message was obscene in a way that might normally put me in her bed within the hour.

We'd fucked in movies and gone out twice the week prior. "I normally hate people like you," we said together. But we'd connected on something like emotional vulnerability, aesthetics, and whatever chemical addiction we had to each other.

I told her half the truth: the doctor's orders that I couldn't be aroused for several days. That I couldn't have sex for more than a week. My genitals were bruised and sore. They looked beaten with a hammer.

For whatever reason, she agreed to wait. We went from phone calls apart to nights together, our bodies fully clothed. I wanted to feel loved before it became clear that I couldn't please her the way I used to. Before my impotence was forced out into the open.

I nearly failed on the night of my disclosure. My body wanted hers but couldn't find a way to show it. She allowed me to penetrate her otherwise - with a needle. Then she did the same to me. I jerked off while she pierced my chest, and my cock engorged for the first time since I'd quit porn.

I flipped her over and she ripped the needles out while we fucked. My blood dripped on her skin and it became an act of love.

Mostly, I claim to believe in nothing. Then I find moments where I can't help but think, "This was meant to happen."

***

The financial ramifications were next on my mind. A friend helped me with a resume, and another with meetings in the mainstream job market. No one knew who I was, so nothing stuck. I only received vague advice, like to apply somewhere else or speak to my old university counselors.

But I didn't mean to leave porn, and had nothing against it. I knew people there. They knew me too. Some reached out and offered me work. I accepted quickly, and with gratitude.

Two of my employers were gay porn producers. The nature of their sets put me somewhat at ease. I liked the conversations of male models. Without female sexuality in the room, the boys felt more honest. I could relate to their process, because mine used to be something like it.

They spoke of fluid sexuality, steroids, work-out regimes, erectile dysfunction drugs, and so on. The myth of natural-born, straight porn machismo was nowhere to be found.

For the first time, I stood with a camera and waited for an eighteen-year-old boy to ejaculate. It was supposed to be obnoxious. I knew most crews hated it when the male performers took too long. But I found something sincere and sweet about it. The vulnerability was hard to find elsewhere.

Closed eyes. Stroking. A boy tried so hard to lose himself in the fantasies of his head. The moment he acknowledged the rest of us, it stopped working. And we cut this all out of the film.

I hated how quickly it lost its charm. After a week and a half of working ten-to-eighteen hour days - sometimes for a tenth of what a model earns to get fucked - I didn't care. It was just something that happened to drag out the day.

***

A month later, there are more opportunities. I'm pursuing each one, trying to find my place in the market. It's clear that I won't starve, but I can't tell more than that.

I honed my production skills over the years without the need for commercial viability. My film, music, and other projects were funded because I fucked for a living. Because I had both time and disposable income. I fed off the artistic expression of my own ideas, and the consumption of others'. But mine were not important to the rest of the world. Not in such a way to become commercially sustainable. The frequency and leisure with which I've indulged in my art was the hardest thing to lose. I'm still processing it now. 

It shouldn't be so difficult to come to terms with. My new form of work is just more typical. I do something useful for people and they pay me. It only takes up more of my time.

***

I thought the sex would be something I missed. If I was alone, perhaps it would be true. But I find some peace in sexual monogamy. After a thousand paid partners, I fantasize about only one. It's strange to know that I will never "have" to fuck again. It will only happen if I want to, and if someone else does too.

I'll want to share my sex on some occasions. There are avenues for this: MakeLoveNotPorn.TV, camming, and so forth. The feedback is hard to part with completely. Though sex on my own terms is all I can give from here on out.

I'm curious to see how long it will take for people to forget who I was, and if it will matter to me at all.

17 comments:

  1. I tried to write some deep philosophical thing about the changes in life and it all just felt trite and cliched, so I'll just say that I'm glad to see you writing and processing and that the vulnerability that you are putting out here is admirable.

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  2. wow incredible and powerful, thank you for sharing.

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  3. That was really beautifully written, despite everything. Thank you. And I wish you love and joy for the future.

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  4. As always, a gut-wrenchingly honest and moving post. We very much look forward to seeing more of you on https://www.makelovenotporn.tv/ :)

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  5. I think this is the first blog of yours that I want to share with others. That was so honest and amazing. I don't know how easily you could be forgotten. Danny Wylde is out there forever. Hopefully you care enough to appreciate it but not so much that it hurts you. X - Spookybell

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  6. You have fundamentally changed how I viewed sex and my own sexuality by not allowing yourself to be defined by traditional categorization and you have done so with beauty, both physical and emotional. I look forward to your future work.

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  7. Wow. So heartfelt. Touched on so many feelings I had about cutting my Pro Domme buiness back after I had my son. I couldn't imagine not being able to scratch that itch at all. My best to you and what the future holds for you. I'm pretty sure it's going to be brilliant.

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  8. Also? You are an amazing writer. You deserve your own domain.

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  9. For the most part male actors in the "typical" porn spectrum have fallen somewhere between *shut it off now* and *oh good, this guy doesn't bother me*. You're literally the sole exception for me, Danny. Good luck with everything.

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  10. Everything happens for a reason... sometimes finding the reason is the best part!
    Good Luck. :-)

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  11. I'm a little late to the party, but I'm fascinated to see how your transition unfolds. You've been my favorite porn star because you inspire me in ways besides just below the belt, so I have no doubt you'll find a fantastic new path for yourself.

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  12. Your honesty is inspirational. Reading this was such an eye opener. Thank you for writing it. I wish you all the best in everything you do and I hope that it makes you happy x

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  13. Have such a huge crush on u, ur body and mind :)

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  14. wow honestly words. I wish you the best for life.... bye frances ♥

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  15. This was beautiful, really thought provoking as well. I really admire you, Danny. Best of luck to you, and lots of love xxx

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