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Of course, every “grower” does not sprout up to porn star size, so seeing the transformation of these guys from literally nothing to their version of “full bloom” blew my mind. Honestly, I might have paid to see that if I was never in the business. Actors would go off into the bathroom or into a corner and start jerking off so they’d have at least a semi by the time the cameras rolled. Or else they’d start off limp and the cameras wouldn’t roll until they were almost there. Either way, the audience’s illusion was maintained.

I had assumed the rigid size itself was an illusion, but it wasn’t. These guys were all big once they were hard. The women at that time could get away with breasts of any size — although most all of them today are ridiculously stacked and full of silicon or saline. But the men all had to be very, very well hung, and that continues today.

Speaking of erections, I get asked a lot about “fluffers.” Fluffers are these girls who are allegedly hired to blow guys to get them hard for a scene. They’re supposedly girls who want to work in porn but aren’t considered pretty enough, so they just use them off-camera to do their thing.

I never saw one. I’m not saying they don’t exist, but I never needed one. Not to brag, but if a guy couldn’t get hard when he saw me, there was something seriously wrong. Even if he needed a little encouragement, that’s all it took — a little encouragement. Maybe that’s why I became so popular with the fellas. Lots of guys from that era would say in interviews I was their favorite co-star. I was nice to them, I was professional, but lots of other girls were, too. But I got them hard and got them off, which was what we were paid to do, as I saw it. For me, that was where the illusion became the reality. Some girls, no matter how beautiful they looked, were really bad lays. They didn’t care. Their minds were elsewhere. When I was in a scene, I meant it. The sex was true. It didn’t mean I loved the guy; porn scenes are rarely about love. They were about lust and about cumming and that’s what I was about. If a guy needed a fluffer, I tended to blame it on the girl.

Herschel Savage tells a great story about me when he’s interviewed. Apparently one day, a director was busting my chops about dialogue. According to Herschel, I replied, “Look, I came here to get laid, so let’s do it!” I don’t remember it, but it sounds like something I’d say and do, so I’ll second Herschel’s motion. I knew what the people paid to see and I gave it to them, and if that meant the sex had to look real, I made it look real because for me, it was real. I got into it.

On the other hand, there were “stunt cocks.” If a guy was having a hard day (no pun intended), people were fighting on set, or they wanted him to film too many scenes in too short a time and no girl could get him up, they would switch in some other guy who was the same basic body type and cut the shots. The main guy would still get into position and make “porn faces,” like he was cumming or about to cum, but the actual “gynecological shots” were with some other guy. It’s no different than when they use body doubles in mainstream movies for action scenes or dancing scenes. It’s all done with camera tricks — cheap camera tricks, not CGI. Hell, we had no budgets to speak of, but we could afford to shoot from a few angles and edit things together. Anybody could.

Something about the low budgets: it made our movies downright funny at times. They sometimes remind me of that Johnny Depp film Ed Wood, about the world’s worst filmmaker. He’d use body doubles that looked nothing like the original actor, or he’d have boom mics or shadows of crew members in shots and wouldn’t fix it. We were often the same way and it put us up for the same level of ridicule. Comedian Dave Attell created a TV series on Showtime called Dave’s Old Porn exactly about this. Dave could run that show forever if he wanted to; there’s so much of that crazy stuff to see if you look for it.

I’d have some skinny guy with hardly any body hair on top of me. Suddenly we’re doing it and there’s this husky, swarthy guy inside me. Audiences would think it was a threesome and wonder how and when a second guy came into the room, but it was all supposed to be the one guy. Crazy.

Speaking of stunt cocks, I would be remiss in not mentioning the biggest stunt cock of all: Long Dong Silver. Yes, the guy made famous from the Anita Hill/Clarence Thomas hearings. To the best of my knowledge, I am the only woman to co-star with the real Long Dong Silver in a feature length movie, entitled Beauty and the Beast.

So what does this have to do with stunt cocks?

Long Dong was a black British guy who allegedly made John Holmes look like a teeny weeny peeny. And he did. But it was all fake.

I’ve kept my trap shut about this for years now because I don’t like to hurt people’s feelings and I certainly don’t like to hurt their careers, but since he’s no longer making films and since other sources have already publicized this, I’ll concur that Long Dong was just a normal guy wearing a plastic penis — a prosthetic. It was just like the thing they slapped on Mark Wahlberg at the end of Boogie Nights, only longer.

Long Dong had been making loops for years, but someone came up with the bright idea of pairing us in a feature. I guess since I’d done so much work with John Holmes, I was being positioned in the marketplace as “the girl who could handle anything,” or something like that. Again, not that I was a size queen in real life, but yes, I did work well with John and I believe it showed on screen. So since this guy dwarfed John… hoo boy! I mean, that plastic thing hung down to his knees!

The film itself was softcore. Not only was his dick trick, but almost all the sex was simulated. He was a really quiet guy; hardly spoke at all. But in the end, I never really had sex with him — none of us did — if the definition of sex is having penetration or oral with a real live penis. So John Holmes remains the largest man I ever had sex with. You’re still The King, buddy!

Long Dong was also black, as I mentioned. Today, black guys with white women is almost mandatory in porn. Apparently there’s this whole fantasy about BBC: Big Black Cocks. It’s a spin-off of that mainstream Hollywood movie Mandingo, which starred my poor, sweet, real-life friend, boxer Kenny Norton — a genuine gentleman.

Back in my day, the BBC/white girl thing was not as popular; don’t ask me why. For that reason, I don’t recall ever having done a real hard-core scene with a black guy, the Long Dong scene having been fake. I have nothing against black guys. Some of my best friends are… well, you get the picture. I did, though, have my choice of casting, and I turned down certain guys of all colors and ethnicities. I was an equal-opportunity picky woman.

Johnny Keyes was one of the few really active black woodsmen back in my era. I never really liked him. I didn’t find him attractive and I didn’t like his personality. I did not form this opinion out of prejudice, which means “to pre-judge.” I met him, I knew him, and we worked on films together. When I didn’t do scenes with him, he started in on me that I was racist, which he harped on because I was a Southern girl (I had more of an accent back in the day). That pissed me off. He kept on it and on it and finally I snapped, “Johnny, I don’t care if you’re black, white, or green. I think you’re ugly on the outside and ugly on the inside, and that’s why I don’t want to fuck you.” That put an end to that.

Getting back to our filmmaking magic… in our film production, there was looping. They’d take a six-minute scene and stretch it for eighteen minutes or so. How? Just keep cutting and splicing and making copies of various camera shots. Watch our movies and look for it. I don’t care who you are, you can’t manage to make the exact same facial expression and turn your head in exactly the same way over and over and over again, with a passage of time in between. But they’d shoot a girl making her “cum face,” then do some other shots, then come back to her and she’s making the same damn face, at the same angle, with the same lighting. It’s the same shot! The same went for the humping and pumping shots. Guys didn’t always last that long, so they’d keep looping the guy plowing away over and over and over again, like he’s the Energizer Bunny. They could make the guy go on forever. But it was an illusion; it was fake. But it served its purpose. People wanted scenes to last a certain amount of time and they weren’t interested in guys with premature ejaculation.