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my daughter the pornographer

It was when she started bringing her work
home that I began worrying. Walking
into the kitchen to find some girl jerk
a boy off as my daughter, capturing
it all on film, shouts instructions. Finding
the sink full of sex toys just washed. A new
tube of anal lube in her purse. “Watching
others fuck,” she told me, “is what I do
best.” I can’t help but think there are voyeurs
in all of us. Even the printed word
was once another’s. “You would be surprised
what we all will do in front of others,
given the chance,” she said. “It is absurd
to say we don’t love what others despise.”