Je M’appelle Voulez-vous Coucher Avec Moi
In the beginning it was kind of fun but now I freak out. They look at you. They look at what you wear. They look at what you buy, what kind of credit card you pay with, and I just want to escape.
Francois Sagat is my favorite porn star. Mainly because of the weird art stuff he does outside of porn. He’ll dress up in a bug costume, maybe. Or shoot strange little videos involving labradors or washing machines. The camera captures him in various states of undress, while text poking fun at his narcissism rolls across the screen. Of course if he were ugly none of this would be very compelling. I don’t know why I forget how powerful a beautiful body can be sometimes, or why I think I would be immune to its effects. I once sat at the same banquet table as Francois during a leather fundraiser, where we were waited on by “boys” of various genders. Boys who had to face the wrath of an entire table of masters when drinks ran low. On stage Joan Rivers told some really ugly jokes. I spent most of the night figuring out an opening line with which to introduce myself to Francois, a line that would present me as something other than the typical porn fan. Smart, artsy, completely compelling. Naturally I couldn’t think of one, so I spent the rest of the night studiously not staring at him. Three feet away, I was having a relationship with him, while he knew absolutely nothing about me.
He’s also my favorite porn star. Mainly because of the porn.
March 23rd, 2010 at 4:58 pmTouché, Scoobs.
March 23rd, 2010 at 4:59 pmFrancois must be shared, il est trop chaud
March 23rd, 2010 at 7:09 pmHe’s apparently going to be starring in a new movie by one of my favorite French film directors, Christophe Honore. Not porn, a regular movie. It’s also starring Chiara Mastroianni, the daughter of Catherine Deneuve.
March 23rd, 2010 at 9:58 pm