“You’re evil, you know that?” I said.
She grinned and shook her head. “Chaotic Neutral, sugar.”By
Ernest Cline, Ready Player One (via jamesfaraday)
“Nerd Porn Auteur”, by Ready Player One and Fanboys scribe Ernie Cline.
“I’ve noticed that there don’t seem to be any porno movies that are made for guys like me.
All the porn I’ve come across was targeted at beer-swilling, sports bar dwelling alpha-males
Men who like their women stupid and submissive
Men who can only get it up for monosyllabic cock-hungry nymphos
with gargantuan breasts and a three-word vocabulary
Adult films are populated with these collagen-injected, liposuctioned women
Many of whom have resorted to surgery and self-mutilation
in an attempt to look the way they have been told to look.
These aren’t real women. They’re objects.
And these movies aren’t erotic. They’re pathetic.
These vacuum-headed fuck bunnies don’t turn me on.
They disgust me.
And it’s not that I’m against pornography.
I mean, I’m a guy. And guys need porn. Fact.
“Like a preacher needs pain, like a needle needs a vein,”
Guys need porn.
But I don’t wanna watch this misogynist he-man woman-hater porn.
I want porno movies that are made with guys like me in mind:
Guys who know that the sexiest thing in the world is a woman who is smarter than you are.
You can have the whole cheerleading squad,
I want the girl in the tweed skirt and the horn-rimmed glasses:
Betty Finnebowski, the valedictorian.
First I want to copy her Trig homework, and then I want to make mad, passionate love to her for hours and hours
Until she reluctantly asks if we can stop because she doesn’t want to miss Battlestar Galactica.
Summa cum laude, baby! That is what I call erotic.
But do you ever see that kind of a woman in a contemporary adult film?
Which is why I’m going to start writing and directing Geek Porno.
I shall be the quintessential Nerd Porn Auteur.
And the women in my porno movies will be the kind that drive nerds like me mad with desire.
I’m talking about the girls that used to fuck up the grading curve.
The girls in the Latin Club and the National Honor Society.
Chicks with weird clothes, braces, four eyes, and 4.0 GPAs.
Brainy articulate bookworms, with MENSA cards in their purses
and chips on their shoulders.
My porn starlets will come in all shapes and sizes.
My porn starlets will be too busy working on their PhD to go to the gym.
In my kind of porno movies the girls wouldn’t even have to get naked.
They’d just take the guys down to the rec room and beat them repeatedly at chess and then talk to them for hours about Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle
or the underlying social metaphors in the Aliens movies.
Buy stock in some hand cream companies because there is about to be a major shortage.
And I’m not just talking about straight porn. Oh no.
There should be fuck films for my nerd brethren of all sexual orientations.
Gay nerd porn flicks with titles like “Dungeons and Drag-queens.”
This idea is a fucking gold mine.
I am gonna make millions,because this country is full of database programmers
and electronics engineers and they aren’t getting the loving they so desperately need.
And you can help …
If you’re an intelligent woman who is interested in breaking into the adult film industry, and if you can tell me the name of Luke Skywalker’s home planet,
then you are hired.
It doesn’t matter if you think you’re overweight or unattractive.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t think you’re beautiful.
You are beautiful…
And I will make you a star.”
Oh my God. This is everything I want ever.
Look, mine is not a unique situation. Everybody loses ability— everybody loses ability as they age. If you’re lucky, this happens over the course of a few decades. If you’re not—
But the story is essentially the same. You go along the road as time and the elements lay waste to your luggage, scattering the contents into the bushes. Until there you are, standing with a battered and empty suitcase that frankly, no one wants to look at anymore. It’s just the way it is. But how lovely those moments were, gone now except occasionally in dreams, when one could still turn to someone and promise them something truly worth their while, just by saying “hey, watch this.”By David Rakoff