Steel Ankh
07-17-2010, 12:51 PM
This is quite a long one, so I've had to break it up into a couple of posts.
There are many heroes in this industry, and their stories live in legend. Few will begrudge a deserved place in history to the likes of Zig Zag, Boni Brown and Stumpy Humphries, but this industry is built on more than celebrities. There are thousands of men and women behind the scenes who never get their place in the sun. Here, in their own words, we give these vital individuals the chance to speak out. The chance to stake their rightful claim to their fifteen minutes of fame. To tell the stories that show why they truly are Unsung Heroes of the Porn Industry.
Well, let's start with an introduction. My name is Amy Rowe, I'm thirty four, a feline and *single*. For most of my adult life I've been actively campaigning for better treatment of Maahes Kushes in the porn industry. I run a facility that rescues, rehabilitates and rehomes these misunderstood, intelligent creatures, funded by contributions from the major studios. I'm not a hero. I just love animals.
I never, ever thought that I would end up working in the porn industry. I was a good girl in college - well, good enough - and I'd wanted to be a biologist since I was little. I majored in Marine Biology, because I'd always loved the sea. I minored in psychology because my boyfriend at the time was taking the same class. I guess that life sometimes makes you ready for your role long before it tells you what that role is going to be.
I finally graduated, and spent the summer by the beach with my Aunt. I worked at the local Sea Life centre, working behind the scenes and looking after the animals there. My day was simple, just feeding the animals and guiding tours and making sure that life in captivity was as happy as it could be for all the park's creatures. Once the park closed, my time would be my own. We were a young crew, and we had some pretty wild parties by the beach. I'd already made plans to go back next year. The week before we were due to close for the season, they brought in Sam.
Sam was a yellow Maahes Kushes: a Kushi Monster. He'd been severely mistreated by some genuine first class shit-heads. When I saw him, it changed my life. I used to joke that it was love at first sight, and to be honest that's not far from the truth. Kushi Monsters come in a variety of sizes, depending on region and environment. Left alone, they can live to be a hundred years old and grow to be as big as a truck. Thanks to nineteenth century misconceptions and twentieth century horror movies, they've got reputations as brutal, insatiable killers. This is a horrible slur upon this noble species.
Kushis are as intelligent as dolphins, loving and affectionate and so eager to please it's almost pathetic. They're animals, but only in the same way that Sea Cucumbers are animals. Most people find them ugly, but I think there's something beautiful about the way the light catches the tentacles, and the elegant way they propel themselves over water and land. It's utterly fascinating to watch. Biologically speaking, they're intriguing specimens. We've barely begun to scratch the surface on how their bodies function. By the laws of biology as we currently understand them, they shouldn't be able to exist. Apart from a single solitary eye, they lack pretty much everything I was taught was required in a life form. They have no nattural shape: they are living blobs, squashy and friendly jewels of the ocean.
The Sea Life centre's veterinarian told us he wouldn't live, but I did my very best for him. My friends all told me to give up, but I wasn't going to quit while he was still fighting. He gripped my arm for reassurance, and I knew I wasn't going anywhere.I sat up all night, making sure he took the medicine and doing anything else I could to make him more comfortable. While I was waiting, I read the report we got from the people who rescued him.
Sam had been the property of Racing Green Movies, a small time porn studio. They bought him on the black market and used him to film tentacle porn scenes in movie after movie. Nobody there had a clue how to look after a Kushi Monster. They kept him in a plastic tub barely bigger than he was and didn't give him any water to soak in. By the time they realised he was dying, he was almost completely dehydrated. They panicked, dumped him on the beach and hoped that nobody would notice.
We managed to save him, and he lived at the centre for the rest of his life. I was glad he was OK, but I knew there were more like him out there. I didn't want any Kushi to suffer. I complained to various sources, but there wasn't much help out there. I decided to take action on my own. I wrote to porn studios that were known to own a Kushi Monster, asking them what measures they had in place to safeguard the welfare of their Kushi. None were quite as clueless as Racing Green, but there were serious shortfalls in the quality of their care. I offered to train handlers and provide pamphlets, and most of the respectable studios were willing to accept my help.
Sometimes a studio would ask me to to adopt a Kushi Monster they were no longer able to care for. Occasionally a performer would give me a call about a mistreated one, and I'd work with the ASPCA and the local police to get it taken away from them. My little care and rescue project was outgrowing my aunt's back yard. I wasn't making enough money from handler training and my real job to support all the Kushi Monsters I'd accumulated. Although three of the major studios had given me grants to support my work, something had to be done.
I started training the Kushi Monsters to be better performers on camera and loaning them to the studios. Things got much better all around. I got money that paid for the upkeep, the studios didn't need to risk their performers around an untrained Kushi Monster that they didn't know how to look after and the Monsters were happy and properly cared for. Everyone gained. After a couple of years I managed to raise the cash to buy our own place. When possible, I release them back into the wild. If not, they join the Kushi crew.
We're a small team, but we work well together. I'm the main trainer the Kushis we look after. Once I'm happy they're fully trained and ready to work, I turn them over to my colleagues, a rabbit named Geoff and Rick, a sheep from England. They escort the Kushis to the sets and give them the loving care and attention that a performing Kushi Monster needs. They also help me in the early stages of training, when a Kushi can sometimes be a little bit naughty. Both of them are great at a job that doesn't pay too well. Like me, they do it mostly out of love for the Kushis. Of course, they do get to hang out on porn sets with all those pretty ladies.
Before I class a Kushi Monster as fully trained, it has to pass a final exam. I need to be sure that it can handle the noise, fuss and heat of a film set. We try to make it as close to real-life as possible; we have our very own porno set, though the cameras never have film in them. I make sure the boys are there to look after me. Things haven't gone wrong yet, but Kushi Monsters are very strong. Being careful doesn't hurt. Besides, I have to keep them working cheap somehow, right?
I sit on the bed in a small black bikini under the intense heat of the studio lights. On the surface I try and keep calm and professional, but my interest here isn't just as a trainer. To be honest, I love putting the Kushis through their paces.It's the second best thing about the job, apart from the satisfaction of seeing one of my rescued Kushis go free. I've had some of the best orgasms of my life in this room, and just sitting here like this gets me excited. Geoff and Rick have their perks, and I have mine. They know about my passion for Kushis, but I know they'll keep my secret.
Geoff holds the door open with his foot, claps his paws and say "Studio!"
Today's subject is Sapphy, a large, female Kushi Monster. She's very pretty, with tentacles the colour of sapphires and a huge, soulful green eye. She's come a long way in six months, and I don't doubt that she'll make a fantastic performer. She simply adores the attention. We've even caught her sulking when one of the other Kushis is working with our trainers. Sapphy is a bit of a diva, but we all love her.
Sapphy propels herself into the studio and waves a tentacle imperiously, a queen on a visit of state. She looks around, the light of her eye muted by the shadows. She seems perfectly at home in the studio. There is no skittishness, no nervous hesitation. When Geoff tells her to stop, she does so instantly, pulling in her tentacles (strictly speaking they are pseudopods, but what the heck) and waiting patiently for the command "Go". I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself a little.
"Go, Sapphy! Good girl."
She pushes herself into the ring of heat and light and pauses, looking at the cameras, then the lights, then at me. My calming breaths are instantly undone. She is so beautiful in the glow of theatrical lighting, little iridescent shimmers running right through her, her eye gleaming. If you didn't know Kushis, you could be a little nervous at this four foot blob working it's way towards you. However, I know Kushis. I give the nod to Rick, who is playing camera cameraman, director and distraction today.
He shouts commands and warnings to imaginary crew, cueing lights and camera and all that stuff. A real crew would laugh at us. We don't get studio practices exactly right but we don't have to. It's the noise that's important, the busy and distracting environment. Some Kushis might be nervous. Sapphy doesn't even flinch. Geoff mouths "good luck": he would not be allowed to shout commands while the camera is rolling. We have to use paw signals to direct the Kushis.
There are many heroes in this industry, and their stories live in legend. Few will begrudge a deserved place in history to the likes of Zig Zag, Boni Brown and Stumpy Humphries, but this industry is built on more than celebrities. There are thousands of men and women behind the scenes who never get their place in the sun. Here, in their own words, we give these vital individuals the chance to speak out. The chance to stake their rightful claim to their fifteen minutes of fame. To tell the stories that show why they truly are Unsung Heroes of the Porn Industry.
Well, let's start with an introduction. My name is Amy Rowe, I'm thirty four, a feline and *single*. For most of my adult life I've been actively campaigning for better treatment of Maahes Kushes in the porn industry. I run a facility that rescues, rehabilitates and rehomes these misunderstood, intelligent creatures, funded by contributions from the major studios. I'm not a hero. I just love animals.
I never, ever thought that I would end up working in the porn industry. I was a good girl in college - well, good enough - and I'd wanted to be a biologist since I was little. I majored in Marine Biology, because I'd always loved the sea. I minored in psychology because my boyfriend at the time was taking the same class. I guess that life sometimes makes you ready for your role long before it tells you what that role is going to be.
I finally graduated, and spent the summer by the beach with my Aunt. I worked at the local Sea Life centre, working behind the scenes and looking after the animals there. My day was simple, just feeding the animals and guiding tours and making sure that life in captivity was as happy as it could be for all the park's creatures. Once the park closed, my time would be my own. We were a young crew, and we had some pretty wild parties by the beach. I'd already made plans to go back next year. The week before we were due to close for the season, they brought in Sam.
Sam was a yellow Maahes Kushes: a Kushi Monster. He'd been severely mistreated by some genuine first class shit-heads. When I saw him, it changed my life. I used to joke that it was love at first sight, and to be honest that's not far from the truth. Kushi Monsters come in a variety of sizes, depending on region and environment. Left alone, they can live to be a hundred years old and grow to be as big as a truck. Thanks to nineteenth century misconceptions and twentieth century horror movies, they've got reputations as brutal, insatiable killers. This is a horrible slur upon this noble species.
Kushis are as intelligent as dolphins, loving and affectionate and so eager to please it's almost pathetic. They're animals, but only in the same way that Sea Cucumbers are animals. Most people find them ugly, but I think there's something beautiful about the way the light catches the tentacles, and the elegant way they propel themselves over water and land. It's utterly fascinating to watch. Biologically speaking, they're intriguing specimens. We've barely begun to scratch the surface on how their bodies function. By the laws of biology as we currently understand them, they shouldn't be able to exist. Apart from a single solitary eye, they lack pretty much everything I was taught was required in a life form. They have no nattural shape: they are living blobs, squashy and friendly jewels of the ocean.
The Sea Life centre's veterinarian told us he wouldn't live, but I did my very best for him. My friends all told me to give up, but I wasn't going to quit while he was still fighting. He gripped my arm for reassurance, and I knew I wasn't going anywhere.I sat up all night, making sure he took the medicine and doing anything else I could to make him more comfortable. While I was waiting, I read the report we got from the people who rescued him.
Sam had been the property of Racing Green Movies, a small time porn studio. They bought him on the black market and used him to film tentacle porn scenes in movie after movie. Nobody there had a clue how to look after a Kushi Monster. They kept him in a plastic tub barely bigger than he was and didn't give him any water to soak in. By the time they realised he was dying, he was almost completely dehydrated. They panicked, dumped him on the beach and hoped that nobody would notice.
We managed to save him, and he lived at the centre for the rest of his life. I was glad he was OK, but I knew there were more like him out there. I didn't want any Kushi to suffer. I complained to various sources, but there wasn't much help out there. I decided to take action on my own. I wrote to porn studios that were known to own a Kushi Monster, asking them what measures they had in place to safeguard the welfare of their Kushi. None were quite as clueless as Racing Green, but there were serious shortfalls in the quality of their care. I offered to train handlers and provide pamphlets, and most of the respectable studios were willing to accept my help.
Sometimes a studio would ask me to to adopt a Kushi Monster they were no longer able to care for. Occasionally a performer would give me a call about a mistreated one, and I'd work with the ASPCA and the local police to get it taken away from them. My little care and rescue project was outgrowing my aunt's back yard. I wasn't making enough money from handler training and my real job to support all the Kushi Monsters I'd accumulated. Although three of the major studios had given me grants to support my work, something had to be done.
I started training the Kushi Monsters to be better performers on camera and loaning them to the studios. Things got much better all around. I got money that paid for the upkeep, the studios didn't need to risk their performers around an untrained Kushi Monster that they didn't know how to look after and the Monsters were happy and properly cared for. Everyone gained. After a couple of years I managed to raise the cash to buy our own place. When possible, I release them back into the wild. If not, they join the Kushi crew.
We're a small team, but we work well together. I'm the main trainer the Kushis we look after. Once I'm happy they're fully trained and ready to work, I turn them over to my colleagues, a rabbit named Geoff and Rick, a sheep from England. They escort the Kushis to the sets and give them the loving care and attention that a performing Kushi Monster needs. They also help me in the early stages of training, when a Kushi can sometimes be a little bit naughty. Both of them are great at a job that doesn't pay too well. Like me, they do it mostly out of love for the Kushis. Of course, they do get to hang out on porn sets with all those pretty ladies.
Before I class a Kushi Monster as fully trained, it has to pass a final exam. I need to be sure that it can handle the noise, fuss and heat of a film set. We try to make it as close to real-life as possible; we have our very own porno set, though the cameras never have film in them. I make sure the boys are there to look after me. Things haven't gone wrong yet, but Kushi Monsters are very strong. Being careful doesn't hurt. Besides, I have to keep them working cheap somehow, right?
I sit on the bed in a small black bikini under the intense heat of the studio lights. On the surface I try and keep calm and professional, but my interest here isn't just as a trainer. To be honest, I love putting the Kushis through their paces.It's the second best thing about the job, apart from the satisfaction of seeing one of my rescued Kushis go free. I've had some of the best orgasms of my life in this room, and just sitting here like this gets me excited. Geoff and Rick have their perks, and I have mine. They know about my passion for Kushis, but I know they'll keep my secret.
Geoff holds the door open with his foot, claps his paws and say "Studio!"
Today's subject is Sapphy, a large, female Kushi Monster. She's very pretty, with tentacles the colour of sapphires and a huge, soulful green eye. She's come a long way in six months, and I don't doubt that she'll make a fantastic performer. She simply adores the attention. We've even caught her sulking when one of the other Kushis is working with our trainers. Sapphy is a bit of a diva, but we all love her.
Sapphy propels herself into the studio and waves a tentacle imperiously, a queen on a visit of state. She looks around, the light of her eye muted by the shadows. She seems perfectly at home in the studio. There is no skittishness, no nervous hesitation. When Geoff tells her to stop, she does so instantly, pulling in her tentacles (strictly speaking they are pseudopods, but what the heck) and waiting patiently for the command "Go". I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself a little.
"Go, Sapphy! Good girl."
She pushes herself into the ring of heat and light and pauses, looking at the cameras, then the lights, then at me. My calming breaths are instantly undone. She is so beautiful in the glow of theatrical lighting, little iridescent shimmers running right through her, her eye gleaming. If you didn't know Kushis, you could be a little nervous at this four foot blob working it's way towards you. However, I know Kushis. I give the nod to Rick, who is playing camera cameraman, director and distraction today.
He shouts commands and warnings to imaginary crew, cueing lights and camera and all that stuff. A real crew would laugh at us. We don't get studio practices exactly right but we don't have to. It's the noise that's important, the busy and distracting environment. Some Kushis might be nervous. Sapphy doesn't even flinch. Geoff mouths "good luck": he would not be allowed to shout commands while the camera is rolling. We have to use paw signals to direct the Kushis.