And I think I can tell you why. It’s what I refer to as the new “Scarlet Letter.” I was the new Hester Prynne. And every woman in the adult industry from its inception to today carries that letter on her chest just like Hester did. But while in that book the letter refers to “Adulteress”, the new scarlet letter refers simply to “Adult.” I mean you can’t sexually assault or rape a porn star right? Wrong.
That’s like saying that an A-list Hollywood actress who’s done a nude scene should be required to get naked for any director auditioning her for a new film. Not the way it works, or at least it shouldn’t be. It’s that simple.
People in the adult industry are just that, people. My rights are no less than those of Bette Midler or Glen Close (just to choose randomly two names of women I respect), nor of any other woman in the industry today.
But because I/we have that new Scarlet Letter of “Adult” on our chest, somehow the allegations, at best, get little to no mainstream coverage. At worst they are ignored. That has been my experience, and so the abuse goes on. … And on. … And on.
I sit and read how people wish the allegations against Harvey Weinstein had been made public earlier. And I agree. It seems it would have saved so many women from his sexual abuse. But I look back at my own experience and say, “But I did make it public about Ron Jeremy, and nobody seemed to care.”
Well they seem to now. And that makes me happy. But it also makes me sad. It took the Harvey Weinstein scandal to get people to recognize Ron Jeremy for what he is, and what he’s done. It’s easy to say, “Better late than never,” but I feel an obligation to point out that I was that person who came forward publicly back in the 1980’s. I tried and was ignored. I was that person who tried to do the right thing to protect those women that came after me in the adult industry. And no one seemed to care.
The new “Scarlet Letter” marches on. Perhaps now at least, I can make that “S” lower-case.
It’s a start at least.…