The Naked Truth, or PMS, English version... 22

22. ABOUT “SERIOUS” & “UNSERIOUS” IN THE CONTEXT of HOMEMADE PORN…))

…Once upon a time, I was a writer, once upon a time, I was a composer. For almost ten years, I found myself teaching Russian language and literature, and even rock ensemble; I worked in journalism, as a music critic for a respected intellectual weekly, much to the delight of the professors at the Moscow Conservatory, whose abstruse books I reviewed with a passion; I worked in television, and for about a year I was one of three cynics who wrote questions for the game show “The Weakest Link,” many of which proved to be the final insurmountable obstacle for those whom the merciless Maria Kiseleva expelled from the set in disgrace, forever branding the unfortunate with her sacramental “You are the weakest link! Goodbye!”))

My wife lived in a small Ukrainian town and immediately after school she decided to study to become a director of cultural events. But she had a very difficult relationship with her mother, and instead of studying, she ran away to marry a Hungarian farmer, of whom there are many in southern Ukraine, who worked part-time as a drummer in wedding bands. She didn't become an actress or a director. Gradually, her Hungarian husband became boring...

She was tossed from one extreme to another, from being a fairly successful manager of a large household appliance store to being a freelance knitter of dresses and hats. That is, just as I was tossed from one thing to another, until one day we met, finding ourselves on opposite sides of the screen of the Runetki portal.

I was there to relieve stress, and she... She was there, according to her, simply working to feed her young daughter, already from her third husband, and to at least have something to eat herself sometimes.

From the moment we first met, I wanted to stay with her forever, but it was impossible: I was married (for the third time) and we had two children; my wife was a heavy drinker, so caring for the children fell mainly on my shoulders.

For a while, I visited her quite often to “de-stress,” but in the end, real life drove us apart. At first, I stopped visiting, feeling a strong urge to avoid the possibility of a virtual relationship turning into a real one, which I had ruled out on principle (I had already been burned by this once before). and then she left too, because she got tired of working as a “runetka,” and she even tried to move to her sister's place in Moscow, my hometown, for a short time, and for a while she worked very close to me, in the nearest furniture store, but we didn't meet there, and even if we had, we wouldn't have recognized each other.

She already knew a lot about my sexual habits, but she didn't know me by sight, and I only knew her by the glamorous mask she painted for herself with the talent of a truly Great Actress and Priestess of Love before going on her virtual Stage, while in real life she was fundamentally different from her stage image...

A couple more years passed. Nothing worked out for her in Moscow, and she returned to her small Azov homeland, while my wife died, leaving me completely alone with two children and without much help from grandparents.

We were both under tremendous stress, and one day we just decided to shoot it using a familiar, proven method, although we were still on opposite sides of the monitor. She returned to webcamming—her Inner Actress was really tired of selling furniture—and I also returned to webcamming, now as a widower who had been screwed over by life.

Some sluts entertained me quite well for my money, I never went back to any of them twice and didn't abuse my trips to the World Public House too much, because, for obvious reasons, a widower had to be constantly economizing. But then suddenly...

In short, one day I saw Her again, and it was like a flash, like a fat, super-white lightning bolt that split the entire universe in two, into Before and After... And it was literally the second or third day of her return to webcams...))

Well, friends...)) And you already know what happened next. Yes, Belka did become an actress after all; yes, I still haven't stopped being a musician, and we even have our own separate music project, “Aimee Hot MILF,” which, frankly speaking, is listened to by significantly more people than all my previous music projects combined, and the total number of views of our videos has long exceeded hundreds of millions.

Yes, we live in a world where nothing can be taken seriously; a world where sincerity, if it exists at all, is found only in casual sex, while love destroys sincerity because of the eternal desire to present oneself in the best light to others.

Yes, we live in a world where Art, Literature, and Education are almost completely devalued, but... we still live here and... we love each other...
As sincerely as each of us can, but the desire for self-improvement still burns within us...)) And the millions who watch our videos, listen to our songs, and give us those famous likes also love us, and through their love for the Ancient Dance that we dance for them—always as sincerely as possible—they begin to love themselves and those around them, that is, their loved ones, at least a little bit more...

Someone might now make a snobbish, know-it-all face and say, “But this is just porn! What about ‘serious’ movies? What about ‘serious’ poetry? What about ‘serious’ songs?”

Well, that's just how it is, dear people...)))

Today, there are more than enough “serious” songs without us...

For every taste! One worse than the other!)))




The END


April 29, 2021 – November 16, 2022, Moscow. 



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