Philosophy, Pussycats, and Porn by Stoya

Author:Stoya [Stoya]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: pornography, essays, Journalism, feminism
Publisher: Not a Cult
Published: 2018-08-10T04:00:00+00:00

Road-Tripping With Stoya

March 1, 2018

(Originally published in Hustler.)

Photographer Steve Prue and I have a professional relationship that has yielded many spreads for brand-name girlie mags, a number of photosets for nude websites, and a plethora of behind the scenes shots. We even published a book (called Stoya x Team Rockstar) together.

We’ve also been roommates for the better part of six years. When I briefly flirted with a return to Los Angeles and promptly noped back home to NYC’s public transit and concrete towers, Steve drove the moving truck containing my belongings, my cats, and myself across the country.

I grew up in the southern United States, and road trips were very much a part of that life. In the south it was no big deal to hop in the car for a visit to a historical landmark three states over, or to visit family.

Those of us who live in the coastal cities tend to forget that there’s a whole other America. When we reside in, for instance, Los Angeles or New York, we sometimes begin to refer to the rest of the country as “fly-over,” or we cease to refer to it at all.

In the wake of last year’s Presidential election we’ve all been reminded of just how much political, religious, and ideological diversity exists in our country. With all the rhetoric about making America great again, I’ve become nostalgic for the things that symbolize the, well, chiller and more relaxed America. And what’s more American than roadside tourist attractions and full-frontal nudity?

So I present, like a postcard from the pre-Trump era, the saga of our great cross-country road adventure:

———

We’re leaving California to enter Arizona. Signs by the highway declare “The Grand Canyon State Welcomes You.” We decide to skip the obvious entendre of a split in the earth with water running through it and head towards Tombstone instead. Breakfast is at IHOP, where the brown tables are vaguely sticky with half-dried syrup residue.

Once we’re on State Route 80 we pass what looks like a film set—huge lights, a trailer set in the dust a few yards away from the highway. I wonder whether it’s a documentary or an independent film.

Tombstone’s O.K. Corral, thanks to Hollywood magic, is thought of as the site of a legendary gun-fight between the Earps, Doc Holliday, and some outlaws who called themselves the Cowboys. This is quite literally the stuff westerns are made of—1957’s “Gunfight at the O.K. Corral” ushered the incident into public consciousness.

The altercation actually happened a few buildings away from the corral itself, but “Gunfight in an Empty Lot on Fremont Street” doesn’t really have the same ring to it.

I throw some mascara on using the side-view mirror and climb out onto the sidewalk. In front of the historical landmark sign, I pull my shirt up to flash my breasts. We don’t have time to wait for the re-enactments, and while the thrill of flashing in public was titillating I’m in a hurry to get out of there before someone catches us.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.