All right, here's the deal. The story about a relatively expensive early X-rated film and how it came to enormous publicity because of political and sociological crosscurrents misses the point. I know censorship got lots of Hollywood stars on board, but really, that's all a bunch of hypocrisy. Essentially sexual acts are a matter of strict regulation in a large society, and it has been since man discovered fire. Men need to know that their children are their children. If not, why go to work in the morning supporting a family that isn't yours? The real story of Deep Throat is the enigma of Linda Lovelace and other young chicks that enthusiastically did their work in front of camera and film crew.
Linda is a bored suburban chick that got into a relationship with a swingin' dude that may or may not have abused her, but he sure wasn't boring. He completed her sexual education, taught her a sword swallow trick, headed for New York where there's plenty of small budget work to be done, and then there's a deal to go to Florida to do a shoot for $600, a week's work; I guess that's the equivalent of $6500 today. According to the director and the film crew, the girls had a ball in front of the camera. They all thought they were making some kind of 60's statement about freedom, and for the porn actors, freedom is in your privates.
The mob takes over, the middle-class goes to a smut movie, and all of a sudden, there's a rash of divorces and alternative sexuality. Nah, all that was there before, but kids got married early, in their teens many of them. The swinger's, other than Hefner, it was a super secret secret. The boomers thought they invented sex.
Linda, she went along with the publicity, newscasters asking her what the secret of life is. She didn't know, but parroted a few ideas about censorship and the First Amendment. Then she disappeared into the belly of America to be a homemaker. Sure, she couldn't keep a real job because of her past, but she had a family. When the anti-porn babes showed up like Gloria Steinem, all of a sudden, in the limelight again, speaking before Congressional Committees and afternoon talk shows, she declared herself abused and raped. Then the public said, nahhh, and she went back to being a Denver homemaker. A decade later, Hugh Hefner offered her a photo spread. They took away her age spots and stretch marks, put her in lingerie, and the fifty-year-old smiled to the voyeurs. Ten years later, she died in a car crash. Her lifetime persona was a sexual trick, making her synonymous with prurient activity.
Linda is a bored suburban chick that got into a relationship with a swingin' dude that may or may not have abused her, but he sure wasn't boring. He completed her sexual education, taught her a sword swallow trick, headed for New York where there's plenty of small budget work to be done, and then there's a deal to go to Florida to do a shoot for $600, a week's work; I guess that's the equivalent of $6500 today. According to the director and the film crew, the girls had a ball in front of the camera. They all thought they were making some kind of 60's statement about freedom, and for the porn actors, freedom is in your privates.
The mob takes over, the middle-class goes to a smut movie, and all of a sudden, there's a rash of divorces and alternative sexuality. Nah, all that was there before, but kids got married early, in their teens many of them. The swinger's, other than Hefner, it was a super secret secret. The boomers thought they invented sex.
Linda, she went along with the publicity, newscasters asking her what the secret of life is. She didn't know, but parroted a few ideas about censorship and the First Amendment. Then she disappeared into the belly of America to be a homemaker. Sure, she couldn't keep a real job because of her past, but she had a family. When the anti-porn babes showed up like Gloria Steinem, all of a sudden, in the limelight again, speaking before Congressional Committees and afternoon talk shows, she declared herself abused and raped. Then the public said, nahhh, and she went back to being a Denver homemaker. A decade later, Hugh Hefner offered her a photo spread. They took away her age spots and stretch marks, put her in lingerie, and the fifty-year-old smiled to the voyeurs. Ten years later, she died in a car crash. Her lifetime persona was a sexual trick, making her synonymous with prurient activity.