I use to like a porn star. I met her way before her industry welcomed her with open arms and a video camera. Her lifestyle needs more improvement then Tim Allens home but before her career i was Head over stilettos For her. Always thought she was the girl next door who only lived a block away from me. Word on the streets was she’s a glass vase on a broken ladder and I thought I could be the one to keep her stable. She wasn’t the brightest female I’ve ever met, nor was she the most out going, she wasn’t artistic, not a big fan of dancing or poetry, I doubt she believed in God and I ask myself why did I ever like her? Just a plain Jane who always wore more make up than needed, had potential to reach success but now she gets paid to undress and get caressed by guys who treat her like a piece of meat I’ll confess. I looked her up once I discovered her undercover alter ego. Her stage name is typical. Just a young dame exploiting new lustful escapades externally. Drowning in a pool of insecurities, I wonder where her conscious takes a vacation to everytime she decides to get on her knees not to pray. I wanted her to open her heart and show me who she was but now she spreads her legs for attention and a couple of Ben franklins. But what’s the point of gaining what you seek for if you lose yourself in the process. In her POV she doesn’t realize that she’s just prostituting on video. Not trying to cast the first stone, I’m express my disappointment in someone I truly cared for. Made a decision that will probably haunt her in the future but I’ll be ghost and let her do her “job”. Its hard looking at pictures of us and realizing that I use to like someone I thought I knew, just to now understand that she was just a facade, no foundation so sooner her bridges built with pride will proceed to resemble londons and come falling down but If she ever wanted to talk I’ll be willing to listen to the thoughts that crosses her mind. I may not agree with most of the stuff I hear, I just want her to know that I’ll be there to take stress of her chest, not her bra. Yes it’s true, I know someone in the adult industry but no matter what she ends up doing I just hope she has a happy ending. No pun intended. I just wonder how her life is behind the scenes after the lights, camera and action. I guess that part is XXX’ed.