Mar 052013
 

The Feminist Porn BookWedged between my consumption of Fast Food Nation and We Need to Talk About Kevin, I inhaled The Feminist Porn Book. I wrote in the margins and bent the pages and even took it in the bath. When I was a stupid teen, I inherited a waterlogged copy of Marilyn Manson’s The Long Hard Road Out of Hell, and ever since I’ve secretly wished I’d “accidentally” drop a book in the bath, thereby giving it “character.”

But The Feminist Porn Book has a lot of character without my vain attempts. Its cover is splashed with the most exquisite neon orange and yellow, the huge text like a sledgehammer, and the decisive name declaring that yes, this is the one and only, the definitive feminist porn book, because IT IS.

Flipping open the book, I’m immediately transported back to college. The pages are thin, the line spacing tight, the font reminiscent of many other overpriced essay collections I had to read for school. I like it and also dislike it!

As explained in the introductory essay, this book builds upon previous theory-heavy porn scholarship, like Linda Williams’s Porn Studies and Pamela Church Gibson’s More Dirty Looks, with one major addition — the voices of actual feminists creating and performing in porn.

But this is not, as you might hope and/or fear, a back-patting, confetti-throwing celebration of feminist porn. In fact, at times it is surprisingly critical of the genre. Sometimes this criticism is warranted (as in Tobi Hill-Meyer’s important essay on the exclusion of trans women in porn); other times it is… puzzling, to say the least.

For example. Betty Dodson’s essay has its strong moments (“That night I decided to forget about defining erotic art as being superior to pornographic images”), but she thrashes all of her good points to pieces when she trots out her old school, sex-negative disdain for female ejaculation (seriously, Betty, build a bridge and get over it).

Similarly, Candida Royalle’s essay is benign enough, until out of the blue she starts slamming female pornographers:

When I watch porn directed by a woman I’m hoping to see something different, innovative, something that speaks to me as a woman. All too often I find myself disappointed by what turns out to be the same lineup of sex scenes containing the usual sex acts, sometimes more extreme, following the same old formula, and ending in the almighty money shot. Rather than creating a new vision, it seems many of today’s young female directors, often working under the tutelage of the big porn distributors, seek only to prove that they can be even nastier than their male predecessors.1 And it’s not so much the type of sex that offends me, it’s the crude in-your-face depiction that seems more interested in shock value than anything female viewers might enjoy. Do they really think that most women are going to be turned on by seeing a woman screwed in every orifice by a bunch of seedy guys who finally relieve themselves on her face? And if they’re not concerned with what women want, should it then be considered feminist?

Ms. Out-of-Touch Royalle goes on to declare that feminist porn has been perverted into a male-run domain. Um, no. Way to be a wet blanket, Candida.

Speaking of wet blankets, there is surprisingly little discussion in this book of anti-porn activists such as Gail Dines, Andrea Dworkin, Catharine MacKinnon, Robert Jensen, and Shelley Lubben. I was hoping for some badass take-downs, but found only one — Clarissa Smith and Feona Attwood’s essay on anti-porn rhetoric. The whole essay is a burn, basically, which is to say I loved it.

The writing in The Feminist Porn Book is at times breezy, at times very dense. I had to skim a few essays, like those by Ariane Cruz, Kevin Heffernan, and Bobby Noble, because they felt too much like trudging through mud. You know the kind — the kind of essay which tells you in advance what it is about to prove/say/do. Yet it is these very essays that will make this book prescribable in an academic setting, so I will allow them.

But one essay that takes things way too far is Celine Parreñas Shimizu’s “Bound by Expectation: The Racialized Sexuality of Porn Star Keni Styles,” which elicited the most margin notes from me, including “uhhh,” “wut, “omg,” and “u mad?” I’ll admit I didn’t do the deepest reading of this essay, because it is very scholarly and its examples pretty preposterous. But it discusses Keni Styles’ educational video Superman Stamina (which, by the way, sounds like macho crap), and analyzes his role in Tristan Taormino’s film Rough Sex 3.

I like reading too much into things as much as the next guy (I once wrote a 10-page paper arguing that the goblins in “Goblin Market” fit the anger-retaliatory rapist subtype), but I was perplexed by the conclusion that Keni’s race is somehow a factor in why he doesn’t get a ton of screen time in Rough Sex 3. I re-watched the scene and yeah, as I mentioned, Keni’s role is brief, but I highly doubt it has to do with the fact that he’s Asian. I always assumed he just came too fast.

P.S. That scene is still so freaking hot.

I’d rather leave the philosophizing to the porn performers themselves. Essays like those by Jiz Lee, Danny Wylde, Sinnamon Love, Nina Hartley, April Flores, Buck Angel, Dylan Ryan, and Loree Erickson paint a picture of diverse, headstrong performers unwilling to accept the status quo.

And I know I’ve talked some shit about Lorelei Lee (what can I say, her moans sound like neighs to me), but her essay “Cum Guzzling Anal Nurse Whore: A Feminist Porn Star Manifesta” is spot-on, intertwining her story of entering and performing in porn with deft retaliation against anti-porn discourse. “They fail to realize,” she writes, “that ideas of femininity might be reflected in some porn, but are not caused by it.” PREACH.

Other enlightening moments take place when authors examine their privileges and pick apart their assumptions, as when Ms. Naughty forces herself to understand why “porn for women” can be a limiting and alienating phrase, Dylan Ryan concedes that she is able to “raise [her] conceptual fist to the mainstream because [she] is close enough to the mainstream to even be let inside in the first place,” Keiko Lane regrets shaming a client for having kinky fantasies, and Buck Angel admits that he once felt his vagina made him “less of a man.”

Jane Ward’s “Queer Feminist Pigs: A Spectator’s Manifesta,” which immediately reeled me in when it asked “can we watch sexist porn and still have feminist orgasms?”, made me squeal in delight. I was hoping for a bit more on how to achieve queer viewings of mainstream porn, but still very much enjoyed that one.

I also loved Keiko Lane’s “Imag(in)ing the Possibilities: The Psychotherapeutic Potential of Queer Pornography,” which sounded like it was going to make me yawn. Instead it punched me in the gut, as when she wrote about gay men who lived through the AIDS epidemic:

They know about safer sex and how to make safe sex hot, and many of them report no conflict in their actual, embodied sexual lives about HIV status or precautions. But what they long for is a time or place immune to fear. We talk about the ways in which they use pornography that depicts unprotected sex as an act of rememberance of a kind of sexuality unhindered by fear of contamination. Porn that features unprotected sex is the iconography of their loss.

OK, sobbing.

And Tristan Taormino’s essay is, of course, great, even if much of the information in it has been culled from her “My Life as a Feminist Pornographer” talk. She is the most explicit about the nitty-gritty details that comprise ethical porn-making: consent, communication, fair pay, safety, diversity without commodification, freedom for performers to participate in their own representation, and all the snacks, sex toys, and safer sex supplies on set that a performer could ever need.

In a perfect world, I would’ve loved to read additional essays by Belladonna, Sasha Grey, James Deen (or at least one about his feminist leanings), Violet Blue, Joanna Angel, Adrianna Nicole, and Mickey Mod. Perhaps they were contacted and declined; I don’t know. It is also odd that Shine Louise Houston didn’t write something, despite being practically the most name-dropped person in the book.

But I’ll survive. As it is, The Feminist Porn Book is an amazing contribution to the world. I have a feeling it may become a classic. It is interesting, challenging, and eye-opening. Academic at times, but not suffocatingly so. It has its weird moments, but those just serve as a fun opportunity to flail in the margins, and to further appreciate the essays from more progressive voices.

Also, it goes really well with a good cat friend and a mug of cocoa.

Get The Feminist Porn Book at Amazon, Good Vibes, Early to Bed, or Come As You Are (Canada).

  1. I have to wonder who the fuck she is talking about. I can only think of Belladonna. []
  • Lucky_Lady

    Ha I enjoyed your review on this book I’ll have to check it out! I was wondering what you were talking about on twitter (the Betty Dodson post) now you’ve peaked my curiosity. Thanks =)

  • http://twitter.com/SeptimusReviews SeptimusReviews

    Fabulous. I have to say I love it when I get to read reviews of sex-related books as well as toys.

    I’m a bit of a bibliophile, so that makes me happy. Add to that the fact that this actually sounds like a book I would love to read, and I’m one seriously happy camper.

    I’m glad the book had so many great essays in it, and I completely get what you mean about how a few infuriating essays making you appreciate the good ones all that much more.

    Great review! This book is going on my list of must-reads!

  • http://www.shevibe.com/ Sandra

    Aaaargh – We Need To Talk About Kevin is one of my all time favorite books – holee shit, talk about heavy! And thanks to your review, I think I am going to have to pick up The Feminist Porn Book – a nice summer read to chomp on.

  • http://elspethdemina.wordpress.com/ Lorax Of Sex

    Fuck you Betty Dodson.

  • http://heyepiphora.com/ Epiphora

    I am Epiphora and I approve this message.

  • http://elspethdemina.wordpress.com/ Lorax Of Sex

    Sex is like ice cream- everyone has a favourite flavour, a flavour they abhor, and a bunch of ambivalence in-between. AND THAT’S OK. Stop making faces and denigrating people for liking rum-raisin, m’kay?

  • http://twitter.com/ScarlettSeraph ScarlettSeraph

    What a fantastic book to have on hand! I love the review, I’m glad that I’m not the only one who thinks those things when reading! Boo to sex-negativity, though; I’m surprised that sort of stuff even made it in. Overall, though, sounds like a great addition to my bookshelf (now that I use an e-reader, it is a big deal to purchase a physical book and I only do it when I plan on keeping it around for a very long time).

  • http://aeriesroom.com/ Aerie

    Great to hear your thoughts on this book! I had noticed the book getting linked around twitter and other places on the web, so I picked it up recently. Looking forward to checking it out.

    Can I borrow your cat friend? :D

  • http://heyepiphora.com/ Epiphora

    Yes, you can have him when it’s 6 a.m. and he’s decided it’s time to throw himself against doors and scratch my scalp because obvs I should be AWAKE.

  • http://aeriesroom.com/ Aerie

    Hahah! My childhood cat morphed her meows over the years into the loudest, most soul-piercing demonic wails, in attempt to get someone to feed her starting around 4 in the morning. Once that no longer worked, she figured out how to provoke the dog into chasing her around so that someone would have to get out of bed and stop the madness (after which she’d be all “So since you’re up now, you might as well fill my bowl”).

  • http://twitter.com/PosStyleBlog t.

    Still working my way through it! I cornered Tristain Taormino last Sunday at Catalyst Con and asked for her auto because I missed the “official” signing. She was happy to do so and complimented me on the many post-it tabs sticking out of my copy. What I loved, especially when tabbing essays to read first, was how diverse yet organized it all was so I could pick one or two essays from each aspect of feminist porn. :)

  • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000223728491 Deborah Zarett

    Re Candida Royalle: she could be thinking of Bobbi Starr as well, who does some really crazy shit in her line for Evil Angel. Probably wouldn’t be too thrilled with Bobbi’s “lez-dom” scenes for kink.com, either. Or the content on Bobbi’s website. And I don’t have any idea how old Mason/Sam No over at Elegant Angel is, as she prefers to remain incognito (though I know she’s not “new”), but she doesn’t have a noticeably “feminist” style (the tagline on her very early gonzo work was “porn made BY a woman, not FOR women!!); and I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t approve of Princess Donna’s stuff at kink.com. I recently read a pornstar-penned blog post about “feminist bukkake,” which she considered “feminist” because she chose to do it, picked the men herself, etc., and I didn’t really agree with her assertion. I’ve read that Tristan Taormino has referred to bukkake as “a gay circle jerk.” So much for consensus….

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