Natasha Mann

Smoke Puff: The porn star fantasy clash

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Wandering around Sexpo and seeing others lining up to get a photo with their favourite porn star made Natasha Mann wonder whether some “deflation” might occur as fantasy meets reality.

 

Fine line.

Fantasy vs confronting reality.

Porn star you’ve watched numerous times suddenly standing in front of you. You pay your 20 bucks to have a snap with her topless. You pay more to have her tie something round your neck and pull you along the stage and rub her breasts in your face.

Did it stand up to the fantasy, my man?

I’m super interested to know if there is a fantasy clash when you hit real time at a sex convention like Sexpo. I think reality can rip the aura of awesomeness that comes with suspension of belief. This doesn’t have to be confined to sexual fantasies. I remember being suddenly grounded when I found out that a certain actor I like is really a total dick. Or when I’ve heard a musician whose music I love being interviewed on the radio and suddenly their personality ruins their music for me forevermore.

I hate it when a fantasy is dashed to the ground – it’s like when you found out that Santa doesn’t exist.

I am not saying that the professional pornography ladies who presented at Sexpo have less than nice personalities, but I am saying that their job online/in vids/in mags is to project a fantasy. When you are presented as an unedited version as in at a meet-and-greet at a convention, this fantasy could wither on the spot.

Dr Susan Block talks about fantasy No.1 being “The Perfect Lover”…meaning having the perfect lover. Sure, that is a fantasy because no one is perfect. But an air-brushed, perfectly made-up porn star who has had her moves edited and moulded to look like she aches and groans for you via media is pretty different to walking past a cash register to a real woman who looks like she could be your sister who has a good hairdresser and having her pose with you in front of a gaping audience until your dollars have ticked over.

And you are not even doing the stuff you’ve seen her do – you’re just hanging out while she hangs out.

Of course I could be all wrong.

This whole thing could be turned around to say that the exhibitionist fantasy is being played out.

Or that having a paid-for trophy shot pic is worth it.

And that, yes, he will then go to the trestle table that sells the fleshlight that has somehow been moulded into her inside bits.

The whole fantasy thing may have been ramped up a notch by the grey surrounding walls of the Hordern Pavilion and his mates leaning against the barrier gate while a woman guard tells them they are not allowed to take photos with their phones.

The fantasy story could go like that.

 

Natasha Mann

Natasha has a Masters from UNSW in Literature which, simply put, means she likes to read and ponder. She uses a pseudonym because we all do it: when avataring into the un-pc gaming character, when joining an online dating site, when giving editorial criticism or when robbing a bank. But she mainly uses it so as not to embarrass anyone when it's her turn to do volunteer school tuck-shop duty. She likes to write about sex. She hopes you like to read and ponder too.

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