Meet Belladonna, Jenna, and Briana. These are some of my husband’s favorite porn stars, the latter of which he loves for her voluptuous bottom. And that’s fine, love. I fully support and encourage that fetish. Less squat thrusts for me to do.
He asked me the other day if I have any favorite porn stars. I had to think about it for a few minutes, and then I realized, yeah, there is this one dude that I kind of dig. I watch a lot of gay porn and I had seen a few clips of Jeff Palmer and I just think he’s teh hotness. Or I did.
Dude, you should never do research on your favorite porn stars. You just find out things that make them so much less sexy.
He was diagnosed HIV positive in 1997. After taking the antiretroviral drugs for four years he did some research and became convinced that HIV was not the cause of AIDS. He then began actively promoting these beliefs by advocating bareback sex in his films and club appearances. The sheer irresponsibility of this flagrant endangerment of others is mind-boggling to me. And now I can’t, with any sense of enjoyment, watch men fuck him anymore.
It makes me really sad. He has a great ass.
But hey, baby: Ckazaal, she tries not to judge. When you’re talking about sex and porn, that way just leads to madness. And I can understand being faced with your own mortality and finding that you need to cry out in protestation, to disregard it’s hold on you, and to deny it’s very existence. And I struggle with the knee jerk reaction that the dogma I was given from a very young age must be right. That HIV is causal in AIDS is almost certainly true, but unless I’ve experienced something directly I can never say that it absolutely is. And even when I have experienced it, I have to leave some room for doubt.
But unfortunately for Mr. Palmer, if I may quote Philip K. Dick, “Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn’t go away.”