After over a decade of bending to the whims of porn fashions that worked their way into the mainstream, such as Brazilian waxes, nipple rings, and backdoor sex, Clovis Butterfield had enough.
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“The final straw was when it started to get serious with this guy I was dating. We were getting intimate one night, and I was shocked to discover that he had shaved everything — his entire body. He was as smooth as a plastic GI Joe doll, and about as manly as a nine year old boy. It was a total turn-off for me, and that’s when I really started questioning porn‘s cultural effect. Why was I going in to have a stranger wax and rip hair off my sensitive areas? I wasn’t doing it for me — I was doing it because the bald pubes of porn stars became fashionable in the mainstream. I owned a colorful collection of butt plugs for pretty much the same reason, which was ridiculous because — I can freely say this now — anal anything is just not a turn on for me.”
Butterfield began talking with other women and soon discovered that while they were loathe to admit it, many of them missed the days when they were merely expected to groom their natural bushes and not have them torn off in salons at $60 a session. Many women had also gotten nipples and nether regions pierced in order to appease their porn-reading, porn-watching boyfriends, and more than 3/4 felt guilty or prudish because, in fact, they found anal sex painful, messy, and not nearly as exciting and orgasm-rendering as the porn stars made it look.
Using money she received from putting a second mortgage on her house, Butterfield launched The Organic Porn Company with her current partner, soybean and corn farmer Jim Montana. Their first feature film, When Hairy Met Sally, was shot in Montana’s barn after months of scouring Northern California for talent. “It wasn’t easy to find actors and actresses that were natural, or who were willing to be shown that way on film. Finally, we found our couple in Modesto. They were desperate, we had money, so it was just a perfect situation. Now we just have to find a distributor.”
Butterfield is hopeful that her film company will make history, or at least bring what was history back into bedrooms across America. “We hope to bring hair back into fashion, as well as vaginal sex and the missionary position. I think America is ready for this.”
I hate the trees in Minnesota. Not a little, but a lot. They’re fucking everywhere. There’s no escape from the giant oaks, wide maples, and imposing boxelders. There are fields and fields of trees, often standing mere inches apart . . . endless acres of crowded trunks, thick and spindly, with gnarled branches and continuously falling leaves. Unlike the Sierra and redwood forests I once loved, these trees don’t seem at all majestic. Instead they look like bad planning — like orphans left to mindlessly procreate and suffocate each other.