Jenna Jameson’s Book is Fascinating, Yet Tells Us Little About the Industry
Jenna Jameson’s How to make love to a Porn Star while indeed a fascinating book, is more of a narcissist’s tale about her own ill-informed choices regarding sexuality and life-choices than it is a tell all book about the porn industry. While a lot of key players in the industry hated the book at the time and found it to be an absolute aberration of sorts, her book is more of a precautionary tale to women with a weak psyche, (and the men who love them).
After being taken advantage of and having her innocence taken away as an adolescent she goes on a wild ride which includes cat fighting with other women in the industry that she directly competed with and worked for and experimenting with bi-sexuality. Most of the latter seems to be a direct response to failed intimate relationships with the men in her life, as she seems to suffer from intimacy issues (you can’t hug her or be affectionate or mushy). The humor in the book comes in the form of actual comic strips in which she lays down rules one would need to know if they were to embark on a career as a stripper or porn actress themselves. But the real lessons are of a psychological nature, not so much about playing whatever games you find yourself embroiled in if this has become your 9 to 5.
Despite all of this, she is still nostalgic about some of the celebrity hookups she encountered, despite the fact that some of them were complete jerks. You also have to wonder if she has ever truly gotten over some of the relationships she has had with other women. While this is a book that would definitely interest those that follow the industry, and one that would give you more intricate details on how to make love to anyone, given the complex psychological journey she takes you on it isn’t one anyone on the outside could appreciate because the real story and value of her book is in-between the lines. This approach, of course, mirrors the artistic value that those few of us who actually watch these movies for purposes other than relieving ourselves find in the art form. You have to read it a few times to really get a good sense of where she’s at and where she is going with it because it can get a bit abstract.
I tried skipping over much of the hubris to find our more about her sexual exploits, which includes a dark pseudo-intimate encounter with an actor that more or less pounded away at her for the better part of a few hours. While anyone can appreciate that type of attention that type of intercourse isn’t anything I’d recommend for you and your girlfriend, despite anyone’s claims about being able to go at it for 6 hours or whatever. That type of abuse is animosity, not love or sexual attraction, and this is the type of sentimentality that is completely lost on the mind of Jameson. Despite all of this, it is indeed a cautionary tale, as she states. One because in spite of all of the game that she is trying to put you onto, it is still about dark encounters that are more disturbing for you to read about than must have been physically stimulating for her, and another because that while that is exactly the type of thing most religious conservatives seem to think that we need to get away from, it is what continues to draw us back into the act of vouyerism to begin with, regardless of how sinful it may be. Perhaps a good explanation for why this particular genre of cinema is more popular now than it has ever been before.
