PART TWO
While many girls in the industry are “gay for pay” as they say, Ginger is actually bisexual. She loves girls as much as I do. And that’s a good thing. Especially since she has other naked girls over all the time to shoot for her auction site. And we love to play with them together when we can. I gotta be honest here about that. It’s one of the really nice benefits. While we oddly enough don’t really have the same taste in women at all, that doesn’t really seem to be much of an issue. I can be flexible after all. …
But even that comes with a downside if you can believe it. Ginger has totally ruined me for completely enjoying hot naked girls. OK, well maybe that’s not entirely true, but it’s pretty true anyway. Ever since she launched her auction site, there have been literally a parade of naked porn stars wandering through our house. Now I know there’s a lot of “Oh boo hoos” going on out there. But trust me, it becomes the new normal. Not a bad normal mind you, but normal nonetheless. But I guess as far as “normal” goes, that’s not a bad one. I mean it’s naked girls afterall…
Dating a porn star as a civilian does take some getting used to though. I would have gone ballistic if any of my previous girlfriends had naked photos of them floating around, let alone some kind of sex tape. Yeah, you gotta get over that really quick. And, at least for me, that was surprisingly easy. If you don’t want everyone to see your girlfriend naked, then don’t date a porn star. That’s got to be like rule number one. And if you can’t handle it, don’t try. You’ll just make yourself crazy. There’s this thing out there called the Internet, and even if your girlfriend isn’t a porn star, the odds are probably pretty good that there’s a picture out there of her if you just look hard enough. Me, I don’t have to look hard at all. … The trick is though, I don’t. And that makes it work, at least for me.
Oh, and then there’s the family angle. Yeah, that’s not fun. I remember telling my mom that I was dating a girl named Ginger and she asked, “What does she do?” Well, being the brilliant man I am I had a ready answer. “She has a radio show in LA.” Now Ginger’s show was on Sirius/XM satellite radio and I knew my mom couldn’t figure that one out. I mean it’s not like she has satellite radio or anything. I was safe. Not.
To this day I don’t know how long it took her to figure it out, but everything you hear about older people not knowing shit about the Internet is absolutely not true. I mean absolutely not true. I’m guessing less than an hour; I kid you not. If only my dad where alive to back me up even just a little bit. …
As Ginger says, “I don’t look good on paper.” And that’s really key here. That’s where the “dating a porn star” story turns into dating Ginger Lynn. I mean, she was in the business for a little over two years in the early ‘80s. Ginger didn’t even think her dad would find out. Then, at that exact same time, some money grubbing asshole invented something called the VCR. And everything changed. And then, fucking Al Gore has to come along and invent this Internet thing and it was game over for me keeping the secret.
Now I’m not saying that if you’re dating some random porn star — some “Pussy Galore” girl –that you can’t keep that under wraps. What I am saying, is that if you’re the guy that drew the short straw, and have fallen in love with the one girl in the history of porn that actually used her real name, and timed it perfectly to coincide with the invention of the VCR? And then the Internet comes along? Well, then you’re just fucked.
But that might just be me. But since I’m the one writing this, I gotta say it.
Anyway, hopefully this will get everyone off my back, and maybe, just maybe, you enjoyed the story. And by the way, my mom has now met Ginger. And she accepts her. You know, because it’s all not all on paper anymore.
If you like this let Ginger know. I could go on forever with stories.
… to be continued, as per usual …
