And with November came the flu. I found myself at the doc’s office yesterday after a sleepless night of fever and epic sore throat. Once upon a time, I would have spent several days dosing myself with vitamin C, propolis, and colloidal silver before even contemplating the clinic, however, impatience and too dang much to do had me willingly accepting a prescription for penicillin and vicodin (god bless overmedicated America) on day two. Feeling much better now, thank you.
Anyway, somehow in my five minutes with an MD I managed to cover the topic of porn. Turns out my doc used to work at a clinic in The Valley and therefore had many porn star patients. He was quick to share his thoughts: “It’s a very sad and destructive world.” No matter how pro-porn I’ve become these days, an assessment like that still brings me pause. There’s no question that a doctor’s vantage point on the biz is sure to highlight the negatives. But mostly his words reminded me of the ever-grey zones in an industry with serious human costs.
Okay, I just stared at the screen for at least ten minutes so it turns out I’m too stoned to come up with any real deep thoughts. Must return to The Tudors with my coconut water for another few hours. Be back (hopefully smarter) soon.
