Famed liberal novelist visited porn sets: what he saw left him in disbelief

By Jonathon Van Maren

Jacob Weisberg of Slate.com was somewhat incredulous. “It’s quite a claim—that this is going to change human nature in some way?”

Amis was brusque and firm. “Oh, I think it will.” Like most men, he explained, he has very little resistance to pornography, the impact of which he thinks is “incalculable, and will change the nature of sexuality from here on. One suspects that any child old enough to walk will within a few months have access to it. I think it’s a great attack on innocence, and I know from personal conversations with my children that pornography determines the style of the whole operation. And since that form is…misogynistic, I can’t believe that’s a good thing.” Pornography is “widening the chasm between sex and love,” Amis informed a sceptical-looking Weisberg. “Pornography must set itself against significance in sex.”

Amis is more correct than he himself probably realizes. Pornography is reshaping sexuality, as detailed in Dr. Norman Doidge’s fascinating work on the neuroplasticity of the brain. Children are accessing pornography younger and younger—the average age of first exposure is now nine—and it is serving as their sex education. That is why, in later years, pornography will often determine the nature of their sexual interactions, as Amis’s own children have told him. And of course, pornography is horrifyingly misogynistic, much more so than it was when Amis was young.

It is interesting that Martin Amis, predominantly well known for being the son of novelist Kingsley Amis, his own novels (for which he has twice been listed for the Booker Prize), and his close relationship with the late essayist Christopher Hitchens, has such a strong opinion on pornography considering his age: He is 67 years old. Amis is also known for both speaking and writing about what he considers to be the essential nature of the Sexual Revolution, and the human misery that preceded it. Despite that, he is overtly hostile to pornography.

Amis’s hatred for pornography seems to have begun when he traveled to several porn sets in 2001 to interview members of the industry and report on what was going on behind the scenes. He was shocked by what he saw. “Features porno is much, much dirtier than it used to be,” he wrote. “But Gonzo porn is gonzo: way out there. The new element is violence.”

Gonzo, ten years later, is now mainstream porn—and as one porn producer put it: “The future of American porn is pain.” Amis met this ugly reality face to face. “Some girls are used in nine months or a year,” one producer told him. “An 18-year-old, sweet young thing, signs with an agency, makes five films in her first week. Five directors, five actors, five times five: she gets phone calls. A hundred movies in four months. She’s not a fresh face any more. He price slips and she stops getting phone calls. Then it’s, ‘Okay, will you do anal? Will you do gangbangs?’ Then they’re used up. They can’t even get a phone call. The market forces of this industry use them up.”

“Using them up” seems like a good way to put it, and cuts to the heart of the problem. People are meant to be loved—things are meant to be used. But that’s not the way porn works. Amis describes speaking to Regan Star, who told him what being on a porn set was like:

“I got the S*** kicked out of me,” she said. “I was told before the video—and they said this very proudly, mind you—that in this line of work most of the girls start crying because they’re hurting so bad…I couldn’t breathe. I was being hit and choked. I was really upset, and they didn’t stop. They kept filming. You can hear me say, “Turn the…camera off,” and they kept going.”

It is scenes like this, Amis writes, that make his first instinct one of protectiveness. The girls in porn, he noted with disgust, are just girls—and one of them told him bluntly what they needed to survive in porn: “You need damage in your past.” America is gobbling these girls up like the products they’re presented as, and no one cares about the fact that eventually, they get “used up.”

“American porno,” Amis noted, “is market-driven. We can see what the above tells us about porno. But what does it tell us about America? And if America is more like a world than a country, what does it tell us about the world?” The answer, Amis is afraid, is nothing good. For example: “Americans spend more on strip clubs than they spend on theatre, opera, ballet, jazz and classical concerts combined.”

Porn, as Dr. Gail Dines often says, is the destroyer of culture.

It is also a destroyer of porn stars. “I have herpes,” Amis records one girl telling him. “After you’ve been in the business for awhile, you have herpes. Everyone has herpes.” It’s a little-known fact that condoms do nothing to prevent herpes, and often, don’t even prevent HIV. Amis notes that one male actor infected six girls before he was caught. He was barely punished. They got a life sentence.

Amis’s conclusion after his encounters is blunt: “Porno, it seems, is a parody of love. It therefore addresses itself to love’s opposites, which are hate and death.” Hate and death, slowly spreading like a virus. “I shudder to think what my girls have certainly seen,” he wrote elsewhere. “The effect of pornography on sexual praxis—how does it bleed into that, I’m sure it does, I know it does. My oldest daughter—I had many candid conversations with her when she was in her twenties, about how certain things were expected, just taken from pornography, which, lest we forget, is a very misogynistic form. Why does every sexual act end with something girls hate?”

The unfortunate answer to that question is that because increasingly, that is what men want to see. The market forces heed only their own carnivorous gods, and are no longer harnessed by any sense of social morality. Amis admits this with startling candor: “As I sampled some extreme productions on the VCR in my hotel room, I kept worrying about something. I kept worrying that I’d like it. Porno services the ‘polymorphous perverse’: the near-infinite chaos of human desire. If you harbour perversity, then sooner or later porno will identify it.” Or draw it out. Or as so many men I speak with have revealed, conjure up demons they never knew existed. Porn howls down the dark hallways of the mind, and dark doors long locked and forgotten begin to rattle.

It is perhaps ironic that Martin Amis has celebrated the Sexual Revolution—that historical cataclysm that blew sex out of the safe harbor of marriage and cut it off from the lifeline purposes of unity and procreation—throughout his writing. After all, as he told the Spectator, he despises the porn industry because of its insidious impact on human relationships:

I would say that it’s an attack on love and on significance in relationships, significance in sex. Years and years ago, someone defined pornography as a hatred of significance in sex. That’s what pornography does. There’s not more talk about love in pornography than there is about having babies, is there? It doesn’t come up. It’s as if you made babies some other way, like sneezing at each other or something, but certainly not with sex; that has nothing to do with it at all. And I think that’s a big disconnection for human beings. It wouldn’t have occurred to anyone 30 years ago that sex wasn’t connected with reproduction. But now, the chasm between the two is huge.

Indeed it is. Pornography has normalized virtually every sex act, poisoned the minds of men, and groomed women for sexual violence like some horrifying cyber-pimp. It has spread hatred and death, and chewed up and spat out thousands of young girls, leaving them broken and shell-shocked. It has changed the very nature of human sexuality, deforming it into something that even the first purchasers of Playboywould not recognize. So obvious is this transformation that even an aging member of the Sexual Revolution’s first wave, a man like Martin Amis, can see that this poison is hurting his children.

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