Partying at the 2014 Feminist Porn Awards

2014 feminist porn awards

As I entered the room I was greeted with smiles, hugs and excited small talk from those who were there to attend and cover and the event. I was surprised by the general level of friendliness in the room—never before have I been welcomed into a warmer environment. I was just thinking that the porn industry must bring the best out of people when a handsome man walked towards me and placed his hand on my shoulder. I wondered at his familiarity. “I’m Vanessa, by the way,” I said as I eyed his hand and extended mine towards his other for a more traditional salutation. “Yeah, we’ve met before,” he said. (Note: No, no we haven’t.) “I wouldn’t have been so forward otherwise,” he added. He plunked his bags on the chair beside mine, looking a little hurt that I didn’t remember him, and said, “I’m Wolf!” Right. Wolf. “Ah, sorry Wolf, I’m not great at faces…and I haven’t had my morning coffee yet.” (Note: I had.) His lips curled down from a smile. Did he think I was someone else? He and all the friendlies? A few people had already asked me about the party I’d supposedly been at the night before, which was confusing since the only party I’d been to was the solo cheeseburger party I had in a 24-hour McDonald’s.

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