I Wrote About Virtual Reality Porn

I wrote this piece about my life in porn, my junkie ex-girlfriend, and virtual reality porn for my Forbes blog.

I was in this other world, this virtual reality. Overhead, the sky was pink with dusk, and nearby there was a tranquil pool with lit candles and lily pads floating in it, and there was a vast expanse of perfectly manicured lawn leading to a line of autumn-leaved trees and maybe a river beyond that. A massive mansion sat several yards away. It was all very lush. I knew Ela was in the other room of the apartment, but she was in my head at the same time, and I realized I could no longer tell which one was real. You could say I suspended my disbelief. It was just me and her pixelating, and I reached out my hand into that empty space that was me not touching her in a world in which I believed that I could. At a certain point, she opened her mouth, and she leaned forward like she was getting close to me, and the only thing that was missing was the sheer scent of her, and I thought: I’m sold.