While I can't support the unjustified and vicious attacks on Reese Rideout's wife - a "gap-toothed, meth addict" - I can find less of a reason to support sitting through an interview with porn performer Reese Rideout and not, frankly, want to vomit. In the same stretch of deliberately calculated pauses, complete with meditative verbal tics that are at once suggestive of a philospher and a huckster, we are witness to a self-described "porn star" who belittles the very industry ("Seven years ago I began my slippery slope") who paid him "1000 dollars an hour" to fuck guys because he wanted to "get somewhere and be somebody."
But let's clear up a few things. One, Reese, if you have to remind the people watching this video that you're a porn star, you aren't. Four to five years after the height of your popularity, most porn consumers have moved on from your 15 minutes of fame and found other, less-absorbed individuals to fixate on.
Two, I'm pretty sure in the canon of great porn moments you aren't going to rank up there with Rick Donovan, Bobby Blake, Matt Sterling, Johnny Rahm and probably a few dozen others who didn't have to toy with other people's internalized homophobia to make a buck.
Three - and this really is a two-parter - what was going to be your great contribution to our planet had it not been for porn? A quirky All-I-want-for-Christmas-is-my-two-front-teeth video? And since you've already admitted you've exploited gay men to move up the food chain, what, now, are you doing that makes it all worthwhile?
I'd love to hear your deeply enriching answers but I've moved on from 2007.
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