Luke Ford Implodes

Luke Ford

Luke Ford does porn industry gossip as well as anyone but holds a narcissistic perspective in which his own life and real news seem interchangeable.

As the most hated journalist in porn taking shots at him is an industry in itself. His dedication to porn over time (some would call it an obsession), coupled to writing which unironically portrays the jizz-bizz as the last refuge of the dammed, makes him the goto guy for mainstream media outlets needing a porn expert.

That’s why what he says matters to anyone who cares about commercial sexuality, and the reason I find the following posting so depressing.

Writing about Holly Randall, a woman who he briefly and very publicly dated, and her decision to enter rehab he reveals a raft of opinions which in addition to his racism (with more here or just pick a page at random), reveal porn’s most visible commentator to be… well read it and weep.

Rehab – What Better Time To Mock Someone?

Reading this supportive thread about Holly Randall’s entry into rehab on the normally vicious Monkey Cage nauseated me. (Update)

Yes, I only want good things for Holly, and I am glad she’s getting support at this time of crisis, but if you don’t give a damn about Holly, what better time can there be to mock her?

I’m tired of this sacred hands-off approach to drunks and other addicts who go into rehab and start twelve-stepping.

What better reason is there to make fun of someone than that they can’t control themselves? If someone spent hours a day on a computer masturbating to porn, wouldn’t it be right to make fun of them? Isn’t “wanker” or “fag” a frequent put down because people realize there is good reason to stigmatize masturbation and buggery? If someone masturbates in public, shouldn’t they be mocked? If a pornographer (or porn journalist or porn lawyer etc) keeps hitting on talent half his age, isn’t that worthy of mockery?

Yes, making fun of people is not nice, but if you are going to mock someone, it is better to do it for their moral failings than for things they can’t help (such as their looks or intelligence).

I don’t believe that people are biologically compelled to hurt others needlessly, to drink to excess, to take drugs, and to have gay sex. I believe we have free will and we are responsible for our choices.

I’m sick of hearing that people are born gay. Yes, it may be true, but then every man is born a sexual predator, a rapist and an adulterer. It is not natural to men to restrict their sexual expression to their spouse just as it is not natural for some men to restrict their sexual expression to the opposite sex.

So big deal. I no more feel sorry for the homo who can’t screw around with the lads than I do for the 50-year old married man who’s sad he can’t bang high school girls.

I’m sad when I can’t bang some delicious 16-year old girl but I don’t whinge about society repressing me.

I’m not claiming I am better than a drunk or a druggie or a poofter. I overflow with disgusting urges. I yearn for attention (though I’d prefer to call it ‘recognition’). I am lazy. I am callous. I am selfish. I allow my sexual urges to overcome my good sense.

In high school, I developed a gambling addiction.

But in the end, it is up to me to do the right thing.

While all of us have genetic predispositions towards destruction, in the final analysis, it is up to our free will.

There is a Judge and there will be Judgment.

Aside from the minority of people who are just born happy, I don’t understand how people can be happy without organized religion.

I don’t know much about drunks and druggies because I never had any as friends until Holly. But being with someone who’d never been inside a church or synagogue, I realized the things that religion gives that I had taken for granted:

* It instills discipline because you have to constantly deny yourself for God/community/etc.

* It provides you with community to monitor your behavior. It is a lot easier to convince yourself that what you are doing is OK than to convince your religious community (Dennis Prager).

* It gives you purpose. It gives you tons of things to do when you get up in the morning. (One reason that evangelical Christians devote so much time to proselytizing is that their religion lacks rituals and thus they have nothing better to do with themselves than bother people.)

* It provides the accumulated wisdom of thousands of years of a tradition. There have been a lot of smart rabbis who know more about life than I do. I learn from them.

* It provides structure. Religion dictates that you must set aside time for fun, for study, for family, for community, for work (not only do the Ten Commandments say you must rest one day a week, they command that we work six days a week).

* It provides rituals which give life rhthym and depth. A week without a Sabbath is like music without climax and poetry without meter.

Porn contains few real journalists, people prepared to risk party invites for the sake of a story, Luke’s long been significant as one of them. Given pieces like the above it appears he’s finally reached a point where he’s unable to report without promoting his own floral opinions.

It’s a sad day. Without reporting we can trust all we have left is fandom and propaganda. Where’s all the great porn writing?

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