The Greatest Lie Part 13

Film making, like writing, is a bore-the stories may be great, but the process is mundane. In porno, the ordinariness of the process, the waiting, the setting up, the tearing down, and the casual conversations between principals who will, in minutes, be locked together in feigned fierce passion can only distract from the story.

My director Allenina would not be pleased if I wrote this tale as a documentary about her filmmaking tradecraft, like the backstory on a DVD of her maitre d'oeuvre, "Seven Deadly Sins of a She-Male", so I won't.

Everyone was nice, professional, and efficient. Plentiful Viagra for the talents kept anxiety at a minimum, and the fluff girl, a buxom, earthy Latino T-girl, had little to do but buff her nails and check her make-up. But I was a busy girl. Oh, yeah! So rather than bore you with the details, I'll just tell the story, as I experienced it, skipping all of the boring set-ups and concentrating on the sexual interludes. If you like transsexual porno flicks, rent it, and see how my perspective compares with what Allenina put on the screen.

I read a voice-over monologue as a montage of childhood pictures unfolded: "When I was a little boy, I always went through the motions of being one of the gang, but I was always apart, the other. On my soccer team, I spent more time on the bench than anyone else until my dad berated the coach for not letting me play, and then chewed me out even more when I screwed up and let the other team score. I was always more interested in art and dance and music than in sports, and in school I was always too advanced. My envious classmates kept a guarded distance from me, isolating me amongst a small circle of intellectual misfits. I was one of the last of my peers to hit puberty, and when I did, my interest in girls was more to see what was going on with their bodies, than anything sexual. I was a pretty boy, and the girls liked my attentions, and always seemed to expect more from me than I was ready to give.