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Erika Lust remembers the exact moment she first saw a porno. She was around 11 or 12, chomping on popcorn at a friend’s sleepover party, when the young host pulled out a VHS she’d swiped from her dad’s private stockpile. Before then, porn was something Lust had only glimpsed in Playboy or simulated with Barbie and Ken. When the sex started, the girls all shuddered. Was porn always this ridiculous, this gross?

It would be years before Lust, now a pioneer in erotic cinema—she writes, directs, and runs her own production company, Erika Lust Films—would view porn under more pleasurable circumstances. Studying political science at Lund University in Sweden, Lust, like many of her female peers, considered herself a liberated young woman, with feminist ideals and an open mind. So when her college boyfriend suggested that they pop in a video to get them in the mood, Lust was eager to give it a try.

She enjoyed what she watching more this time around, but there was something about it that still didn’t sit right. The production design was dreadful, for starters. And where was the feeling, the texture of a real erotic encounter? The sex it depicted was all mechanics, no mood.

“I felt this disconnection between my body and my brain,” Erika recalled, perched in a swanky Manhattan cafe in early November. “My body did get turned on. I felt it in my guts, you know?” She squinted and gripped her abdomen. “But the women that I saw were not my women. I didn’t identify with them. I didn’t feel that that kind of sexual encounter had anything to do with my sex life, and what I expected of sex.”

Born and raised in Sweden, Lust is currently based in Barcelona, where she lives with her husband (who doubles as her business partner) and two teenage daughters. She produces the majority of her work around Europe, where porn—and sex in general—are less of a taboo, and she doesn’t often find herself in America.

A few days before we spoke, Lust gave a talk at the Wing, a luxurious women’s working space in Dumbo, Brooklyn where the bookshelves are organized by color and a neon-pink female torso hangs in naked contrapposto in lieu of a bathroom sign. A diverse millennial crowd of Wing members gathered for Lust’s event, and they collectively craned their necks as she told her story—how she started out, honed her mission, and continues to produce trailblazing work in what is, probably, the most disdained industry in the world.

In 2004, when Lust was 27, she produced her first short film The Good Girl, a sexy, satirical twist on the pizza delivery man trope. When she made it available online for free, the short saw over two million downloads within a few months. Three years later, Lust released Five Hot Stories for Her, a compilation of erotic, woman-centric vignettes that won festival awards in Barcelona, Berlin, New York, and Toronto. Erika Hallqvist, the hard-working political science major, had officially become Erika Lust, indie erotic film director.

In the years since, Lust launched her own production company, Erika Lust Films, and multiple distribution websites, including her best-known streaming platform, XConfessions. The site allows subscribers (membership is $34.95 per month) to browse and view content, as well as submit descriptions of sexual fantasies, which Lust’s team then adapts and develops into short films. Recent releases include Heidi & The Dough Boys, featuring a ménage à trois of bakers covered in flour, and His Funeral, based on a bereaved submission from a subscriber: “Everything hurt in my body when I lost him,” reads the confession, which is posted with Lust’s comments beside her erotic film adaptation. “And I couldn’t tell anyone that what I needed most in my grief was someone to fuck me.”

“We need to know that sex shouldn’t be about satisfying other people in the first place,” said Lust at the Wing talk, her wide brown eyes gazing around the room. “It should be about ourselves and our pleasure. Knowing how to satisfy our own bodies. That’s the first step.”

Lust, who is statuesque and speaks with the breathy excitement of someone telling a secret, is known worldwide for her “feminist” porn, though she understands the term is a bit of a misnomer. “It’s complex,” she said. “People hear ‘feminist’ and they think of women with strap-ons ready to go out and fuck all the men. And that’s not what this is at all.”

This hairy, man-hating bogeywoman is a familiar feminist stereotype, a staple of second wave yore. But when it comes to sex, there’s another type of tricky feminine cliche at play: the affection-seeker, the relentless cuddler, the damsel who’s only interested in sex that’s snuggly, soft, intimate, tender.

Coming of Age, a Lust film from April 2017, captures this sort of sexual style gracefully. Based on an XConfessions request from “notsosweet16,” the film was designed to serve as an antidote to the way teen girls are typically treated in porn: as fresh and innocent, ready to be pounded and punished. Lust’s version breaks this mold, depicting cherubic teen sweethearts (the performers were actually 22, an intertitle assures) who decide to seal the deal with mutual love and respect.

But Coming of Age is actually an anomaly within Lust’s oeuvre. The vast majority of her films are more dynamic, full of frisky characters performing stunts that range from warm mischief to real roughhousing. The premises are varied and imaginative: an orgy in a bike shop; a voyeuristic threesome in an art museum; an office businesswoman indulging in a series of elaborate fantasies about men in kilts. Every one of them is artistic, as visually arresting and thoughtfully edited as a Sundance indie.

“Porn can be an outlet for things that we wouldn’t do in real life,” said Lust. “There are other things that we can fantasize about, that maybe we don’t want to do in our real life but maybe we enjoy watching. I think that is wonderful.” When a new film featuring two men was released to the site, Lust received an appreciative note from a hetero male subscriber. Before watching, he said, he hadn’t really understood what gay male sex entailed. In this case, the film wasn’t an erotic stimulant; it was an educational service.

Yet despite the value of Lust’s work, the sad (and infuriating) reality of being a creator in the erotic film industry is that you’re fighting an endless battle. So far, Lust has been banned from various newsletter services, YouTube, and Vimeo—the latter two not even for explicit videos, but simply “because I am who I am, so I’m promoting an adult brand,” she explained during the talk. The Vimeo eviction is particularly recent, given on the grounds that one of Lust’s promo videos alluded to “stimulation of bathing suit areas,” she said. “This is the world we live in, really.”

The other, more weaselly enemy lies in Lust’s competitors: the tube sites. Ask any casual porn-watcher and they’ll most likely do their perusing on a tube—places like PornHub, xVideos, RedTube, xHamster, XNXX—each of which rack up daily unique visitors in the millions. In the ’70s and ’80s—the era of “porno chic”—the mainstream pornography industry was a studio system, dominated by stars with major contracts and producers with legitimate deals. But within the last 20 years, what had been a robust, respected business devolved into clips produced by amateurs, each one featuring graphic, hyperreal images engineered to get you off within minutes.

The tube sites, which make up the mainstream porn landscape of today, are what Lust’s indie contingent is fighting. “I want to show how sex feels, not how it looks,” she said. To define her production company, Lust prefers the terms “indie erotic cinema” or “ethical adult cinema.” Her website lists as its mission: foregrounding women’s pleasure, diversity, transparency, fair pay, and safe sex environments. Since fall 2016, Lust has also invited a slew of guest directors to contribute to XConfessions to ensure that artists from all backgrounds receive space for storytelling and representation.

“Her team are a shining example of her vision. Being the change she wishes to see,” Heidi Switch, a performer who has appeared in four Lust films, wrote over email. The sets are “professional and definitely female driven,” Switch added, with an eye toward content designed to “inspire, arouse and trump all the shoddy ‘porn’ that has gone before.”

Switch was a webcam model and subscriber to XConfessions when she decided to cold-email Lust one day and request an audition. Now, she’s a fixture on the site. “My body looks a lot like Heidi’s, so it’s so wonderful to see her being enjoyed by two beautiful other performers,” a user named “brooklyn” wrote in the comments on Heidi & The Dough Boys. Added another, “Heidi is the reason that I signed up for Xconfessions.”

Structured like a chic retail website, XConfessions allows you to search by film or by performer, each of whom has their own page with a short bio (“Heidi is the closest you will get to meeting a Goddess in real life,” Switch’s begins) and a stylishly-produced video interview. In the comments sections for films, viewers will praise the shorts for their sensuality or their aesthetics, and the performers, as well as Lust herself, will often reply back with smiling emojis or recommendations for other titles on the site.

The community Lust has fostered within XConfessions is rare in today’s porn world. In addition to creating work that’s artistic, inclusive, and reputable, Lust has managed to make the erotic landscape a lot less isolating. The stereotype of a pornographic film director is a sleazy scumbag, luring young women into his sordid circle. With her cabal of frequent collaborators and avid viewers, Lust is more like a cool mother hen, making sure everyone is safe and having a good time.

People frequently ask Lust whether “feminist porn” can exist, or whether the term is doomed to forever remain an oxymoron. “Sometimes I say, ‘I’m a feminist. And I make porn,’” she said, shrugging. “How can we make porn that turns us on? That talks about our passions and our adventures and our ideas and our sexuality? Well, we need to start sharing our stories.”

Toward the end of the Wing talk, an aspiring performer in the audience raised her hand. She wanted advice: What do you do if you’re interested in joining the industry but afraid of the stigma? Lust replied without missing a beat. “When I started I was young and fearless,” she said. “Maybe that helped me a little. Just to dare to do it.”

https://www.thedailybeast.com/the-f...i-want-to-show-how-sex-feels-not-how-it-looks
 
Here's a trailer for some of the shit she's doing now. I think it speaks for itself.

And apparently made one about gay refugees to humanize them.
 
Women want their porn to be passionate, but it already exists in the form of Harlequin novels. For fuck's sake, hasn't there already been studies done on this shit, in that men are more visual while women get their jollies off through emotional stimulation? Men don't care about the mushy feelings, just the look of how it's mushy.
 
What are the chances that the people who downloaded her movies even know a thing about her? Exactly!
 
She did what?
I heard about this two months ago. Apparently she went out and got a real female pianist to act in one of her films (it was about a pianist and her sexual fantasies) but the male actor was a real porn actor. The woman had never worked in porn before and was completely unprepared, so she freaked out during the film recording and wanted to stop, but all the "feminist" director had to offer was a glass of water. I could be confusing her with somebody else, but I'm fairly certain it was Erica Lust.
 
"Ethical adult cinema."

I was interested in hearing what she brought to the genre until she implied that other porn was somehow less ethical. We're all here to get our jollies off, there's no reason to feel morally superior about your particular brand.
I think the idea is that the industry as it currently exists basically relies on manipulating emotionally disturbed teenagers to get their assholes prolapsed for a few months before dumping them out because the next crop of high school dropouts won't charge as much money.

But @RichardMongler I agree with that Jim Goad guy, the fart-huffing around porn as some enlightened vehicle to spiritual growth is grandstanding championed by viewers who want to jerk off to porn but still get credit for being thoughtful philosophers over it.

It's just filmed prostitution.
 
“We need to know that sex shouldn’t be about satisfying other people in the first place,” said Lust at the Wing talk, her wide brown eyes gazing around the room. “It should be about ourselves and our pleasure. Knowing how to satisfy our own bodies. That’s the first step.”



There you have it guys, who cares if the girl cums it's all about your own pleasure, everyone thank the nice feminist for this insight.

Remember just make yourself feel good and cum as fast as possible.
 
“We need to know that sex shouldn’t be about satisfying other people in the first place,” said Lust at the Wing talk, her wide brown eyes gazing around the room. “It should be about ourselves and our pleasure. Knowing how to satisfy our own bodies. That’s the first step.”



There you have it guys, who cares if the girl cums it's all about your own pleasure, everyone thank the nice feminist for this insight.

Remember just make yourself feel good and cum as fast as possible.
Finally I have an excuse for premature ejaculation - sex is all about me!
 
I think the idea is that the industry as it currently exists basically relies on manipulating emotionally disturbed teenagers to get their assholes prolapsed for a few months before dumping them out because the next crop of high school dropouts won't charge as much money.

But @RichardMongler I agree with that Jim Goad guy, the fart-huffing around porn as some enlightened vehicle to spiritual growth is grandstanding championed by viewers who want to jerk off to porn but still get credit for being thoughtful philosophers over it.

It's just filmed prostitution.

Isn't it funny how salesmen and corporate advertising types have gotten so good at lying and conning people that they actually have their customers doing the job for them? "It's not degrading to sell pussy, it's empowering!" "It's not a bad movie, you just don't like having your expectations subverted!"
 
Isn't it funny how salesmen and corporate advertising types have gotten so good at lying and conning people that they actually have their customers doing the job for them? "It's not degrading to sell pussy, it's empowering!" "It's not a bad movie, you just don't like having your expectations subverted!"
It's basically the same family as throwing token minorities into your film and then getting the internet to claim you're not allowed to dislike it without being sexist/racist.
 
I heard about this two months ago. Apparently she went out and got a real female pianist to act in one of her films (it was about a pianist and her sexual fantasies) but the male actor was a real porn actor. The woman had never worked in porn before and was completely unprepared, so she freaked out during the film recording and wanted to stop, but all the "feminist" director had to offer was a glass of water. I could be confusing her with somebody else, but I'm fairly certain it was Erica Lust.
So I looked on her website for something matching that description. My god, is it the most pretentious crap for descriptions that I have read.
Anyways, I found this. Not sure if it is the video you are talking about, but the timeline fits. Pianist, 2 months ago, sexual fantasies. She even included a "songs played by our pianist" section in the description, so this might be it.

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"Ethical adult cinema."

I was interested in hearing what she brought to the genre until she implied that other porn was somehow less ethical. We're all here to get our jollies off, there's no reason to feel morally superior about your particular brand.

Meh I guess I do feel less bad about myself after I watch some kind of amateur couple doing porn rather than something I know some slimy Jewish guy falsely promised a barely functioning coked out teenage girl popularity to do.
 
That has to be one of the worst possible openings to an article this heavily focused on sex.

Also holy fucking TL;DR

E: Actually tried reading it and it boils down to “porn isn’t passionate enough, and it needs more artistic subversion” and complaining about the internet making it harder for professional distributers because... art? Why was this written?
I watched one of those "art" videos with "passion". All it included was 4 young adults driving around in a jeep, then having some weird groping sex with so much kissing it was a bit unsettling, THEN they had the mass orgy.

Porn literally can't be passionate or educative. Show your kids a good ol 90's romance movie in which some famous man left alone by MeToo woo's a lady by being a bit cheeky and getting to kiss her on the porch. Let them learn the rest.

If these whales get their way, we're just gonna see overweight, unshaven whales crush a poor incel to death under their MIGHT. Because y'know, not taking care of your body is crucial to 'real' sex.
 
I watched one of those "art" videos with "passion". All it included was 4 young adults driving around in a jeep, then having some weird groping sex with so much kissing it was a bit unsettling, THEN they had the mass orgy.

Porn literally can't be passionate or educative. Show your kids a good ol 90's romance movie in which some famous man left alone by MeToo woo's a lady by being a bit cheeky and getting to kiss her on the porch. Let them learn the rest.
I mean amateur stuff can probably be pretty passionate if it's with an actual couple or something.
But when it's some drugged hiv riddled girl having sex with a guy who's actually gay so he can keep going longer without actually cumming...

Yeah there's not going to be any real passion there.
 
That has to be one of the worst possible openings to an article this heavily focused on sex.

Also holy fucking TL;DR

E: Actually tried reading it and it boils down to “porn isn’t passionate enough, and it needs more artistic subversion” and complaining about the internet making it harder for professional distributers because... art? Why was this written?

To advertise the whore's website and subscription service.
 
But @RichardMongler I agree with that Jim Goad guy, the fart-huffing around porn as some enlightened vehicle to spiritual growth is grandstanding championed by viewers who want to jerk off to porn but still get credit for being thoughtful philosophers over it.
Moreover, all this grandstanding is an attempt to rally popular support for something that isn't socially sanctioned across the world while also attempting to move the goalposts in their favor. And, as Jim mentioned, to avoid legal consequences for all their bullshit. The article I linked to earlier goes on in even greater detail about exactly how predatory these whores can be. All the sex-positivity won't change the fact that all too many of these women are fundamentally broken people:
Jim Goad said:
The only interesting thing about most of [the sex workers] was that they were fucked up enough to get naked for cash; beyond that, they were as subnormally unexceptional as your average prison convict. Most of them displayed a hatred for men that can only come from constant exposure to how low and desperate and sweaty most men can be when nature has left them no other option but to pay for sex.

Almost all female "sex workers" seemed to hate the men for whom they were paid to preen and smile, and this was never considered "biting the hand that feeds them." The more these miserable shlubs worshipped and idealized the strippers, the more the strippers mocked them. One busy lady who worked as a stripper, jack-shack model and call girl told me in confidence that she enjoys the power she feels over these poor tricks. She enjoyed humiliating them and made no mention that her job might be degrading to her. She thought, like I do, that it's much more degrading for the tricks.

Who came up with the insane idea that it's more degrading to be paid for sex than to pay for it?

For all the fuzzy postmodern cunt-positive rhetoric about how hazardous this business is for women, none of these girls ever seemed to face remotely the same sort of legal hassles and prison time that their employers did. Oregon's legal system tends to overprotect females, even predatory ones. In the two years I worked there, I never saw one girl get busted for prostitution, but their bosses kept getting slapped with one sex-crime charge after the next.

I witnessed one case where a willful, oversexed, violent 16-year-old who wanted to be a "sex worker" so badly that she provided false ID to a jack-shack owner wound up being considered the victim, and the owner, even though he was acting in good faith, went to jail for promoting child prostitution.

So I developed a hearty contempt for all these goddess-artists. I despised the johns, too, but my loathing was tempered with some bemused pity. I didn't pity the girls. I didn't see how sex workers were any more exploited than any other worker. And I sure as fuck couldn't feel sorry for girls who earned in a five-hour shift what I made in a week.

Jim has done this subject several times over because he's seen so much while writing for Portland's Exotic Magazine, but another great article is "Positively Sex Negative":
Jim Goad said:
Most of the cloying, astringent, rankly pharisaical lizard dung that passes itself off as “sex writing” these days manages to infuse the subject with a piety often eclipsing that of the Christian censors against whom they’re ostensibly rebelling. Their words generate more bullshit than a bull farm. Their prose is shot through with such penis-shriveling, vagina-drying holiness, they might as well be talking about aboriginal class struggle or hard abdominal masses. One would be hard-pressed to find a group of people at once sillier and who takes themselves more seriously.

They declare themselves “experts” in many cases for no other reason than the fact that they’ve declared themselves experts. These self-appointed “professionals” and “activists” aren’t helping to accomplish anything except to make themselves feel important. Has any of their “literature” freed even ONE person from Puritanism’s rusty shackles? Methinks not, ye salty buckaroos, methinks not. In most cases, they sound more like cult members than professionals, anyway. No matter what their formal training, they’re unnecessary middlemen—brokers who charge a fee, and that fee is your natural-born enjoyment of sex. They’re like college professors who try to explain the mechanics of a joke rather than actually being funny themselves.

The bulk of them, naturally, come from protected backgrounds—the cream of repressed society—yet they think it’s daring to write about sex a good 50 years after it ceased being legally dangerous to do so. They are invariably rich white people who think they have insight about race and class. They also think they understand sex, although rich white Americans are possibly less adept at the sex act than anyone else on Earth. Many of them survive on donations and grants, while the rest of us actually work for a living. The Pacific Northwest is a place where no one starves, no one is poor, and yet everyone still manages to feel oppressed. What is it about having a trust fund that makes you think you’re Third World?

THE QUINTESSENTIAL EXAMPLE of what I’m driving at here regarding the inescapably nausea-inducing properties of sex-positivity is an e-mailed invitation I once saw from a Blue Ribbon-winning sex writer who calls herself Darklady. The invitation was for one of the “naughty” and “depraved” group-grope parties she’s always throwing in Portland. It made a point of stressing that the event would be “wheelchair-accessible.”

WHEELCHAIR-ACCESSIBLE!!!

Now, I wouldn’t mind watching the wheelchair-bound having sex due to some sick curiosity on my part—or merely for a laugh— but the invitation’s unavoidable implication was that it’s both POSITIVE and SEXY for these gimps to toss themselves onto the naked pink hog-pile. That one invitation encapsulates everything that’s wrong with sexpositivity. When you’re too tolerant, it’s only proof that you have no taste. What person with the tiniest scrap of discernment would think sex is good no matter who’s doing it?

Sex is not always positive. It carries potential danger, both physically and emotionally. A huge part of the FUN is that it’s risky. Safe sex? Count me out.
 
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