When I first started blogging off and on about porn 11 (!) years ago, one of the first things I committed to digital memory is a piece in which I honored the beauty of some women in the industry. I called it, at the time, "Dear Ms. Fantasy" as a pun of sorts; a play on words of the Traffic song, "Dear Mr. Fantasy".
From the start, I was skewing older. What are you gonna do?
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When I brought it back later, I renamed that post, "The Lust List". Those posts have consistently been the ones that have the highest click rates of anything that I write.
But I have shied away from those posts in recent year because of time. And not wanting to just paint women as objects to be lusted after. And the fact that the world has kind of gone to hell in a handbasket recently.
But sexwork is essentially under attack now. With Tumblr and their bullshit about taking porn down in Decemeber. To
FOSTA/SESTA affecting escorts and companions and essentially doing the opposite of what it was intended to do.
To guys basically not knowing how act online when engaging with performers and escorts...it is all just too damn much.
So I realize that this post probably amounts to nothing more than the equivalent of "Thoughts and Prayers". And I acknowledge, again, that the best way to support your favorite porn performer is to buy their content or get them items off of their wishlists that they can use on camera.
With all that being said as a preamble, I should just get to the point of this post:
The resurrection of Dear Ms. Fantasy.
