But I held on to Wade because he tethered me to the familiar while I navigated adult entertainment alone. It was only a matter of time before he put his investigative skills to work on me. He worked for a consulting company that managed famous clients’ reputations. I wasn’t worried about God’s wrath - he’d forgive me when I was sorry enough - so much as Wade running across naked pictures of me on the internet. I hoped he was right, but I was starting to doubt the church. I’m definitely not on the right path, but either way God will forgive us,” Aaron said, smiling brightly. It was the same justification I told myself. “I’m doing this for the money, so I can afford to buy acting classes, make time to study acting, and buy a car, for when I try to become a real actress,” I told Aaron. Over lunch, I told Aaron how I was still going to church on Sundays, tithing from my porn money, and carrying on a long-distance relationship with a Mormon man, Wade, whom I believed I was going to marry in the Mormon temple someday. I’d gotten used to lying to them about everything from what kinds of auditions I went on to how much money I had, often pretending to be a struggling actress even though I was making real cash. My boyfriend, 2,660 miles away in D.C., and the people at church definitely would not have. Aaron understood what it felt like to live a double life with a passion for Jesus and a paycheck from porn. The nature of our work meant that there wasn’t any sexual tension when we hung out, and we became fast friends. Our shared Mormonism and day jobs made me feel like I’d known him forever. I admired Aaron’s showmanship and audacity. I’d lied to get out of speeding tickets too, claiming grandparents in the hospital, but the police never believed me. He told me how he’d once lied about being in the fire department to get out of a speeding ticket. I’d learn soon that he lived life like he ate: fast. Aaron ate his burrito in three bites, not bothering to chew, and talking as he swallowed. Ten minutes later, we sat down for lunch at a strip mall patio off of Devonshire. I was alone in the city and craved friendship, someone I could trust and be honest with. “Um, want to go to Baja Fresh?” he asked. When the scene was over, I slipped back into my fuchsia miniskirt and wiped the commercial-grade makeup off my 19-year-old baby face. I played my part, sliding my hand up my side and along my chest, rolling my eyes and screaming, “More, more!” Meeting Aaron was the first time that my two worlds collided.Īn hour after we met, we were both sweaty from the light towers that hovered above us as we moved through the requisite changing of positions for the scene: missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl. I couldn’t deny, though, that I was living a full-fledged double life - going to church on Sundays and doing porn scenes during the week. I’d make $50,000 to invest in myself, and then get out. It was a nontraditional detour, I told myself. From there, it was a smooth jump into adult entertainment, where I could make more doing video. I started call-girling, doing massages at upscale hotel rooms in Beverly Hills, then nude modeling for magazines to make cash. I realized, looking around at the other wannabe actresses in the waiting rooms, with their Brazilian blowouts, perfectly manicured nails, and thick, satin-finish business cards, that they had something I didn’t - capital to spend on being more gorgeous, confident versions of their already beautiful selves. I’d grown up Mormon in the suburbs of Virginia and Minnesota and moved to Los Angeles to become an actress, but I could never get past the first auditions. It was 2003, and I was new to both Los Angeles and the adult entertainment industry. “Jim told me that you’re effing Mormon? Me too!” I looked up, as if I hadn’t been watching him from behind the golden highlights of my long bangs, and flashed a smile.
#INTERESTING FAMILY GENIE MORMAN SKIN#
His skin glowed the familiar orange that came with any of the $29.99 unlimited monthly memberships at Los Angeles tanning salons, but when he smiled, it was in a cheesy Dad-grin kind of way, like something I recognized.
#INTERESTING FAMILY GENIE MORMAN PROFESSIONAL#
A retired professional MMA fighter, Aaron’s muscles bulged like an action hero’s. Honest, and he shows up on time,” Jim’s voice twanged. My agent, Jim, had told me I’d like working with him. I met Aaron on a porn set at an estate in the San Fernando Valley.
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