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So I wanted to start this email out properly but I was unsure if I should
address you “Dear Bacon” or “Dear Mr. Strip”. Either way I just stumbled
across a review of The Whore Next Door
that I somehow had overlooked…yours. I was floored. I got
teary-eyed. Your review was wonderful.
Would it sound weird if I told you that you are the only reviewer that
actually “got it”? You were as passionate in your reviewing as I was in
the making of this movie. It was like you understood exactly the effect
and shock I was going for and how much I wanted to perform in these
scenes. You seemed to understand my purpose for making
The Whore Next Door.
Well, after that last paragraph you are probably thinking I am insane and
are locking your doors and windows, but I assure you I am not completely
crazy, it was just such as surprise to hear that you saw what I was hoping
my vision of this movie to be. Reading your review was like reading my
thoughts that were in my head in the planning stages. Weird.
Not to mention you are the only reviewer that mentioned the male/female
symbols. But I shouldn’t be surprised; you obviously see all the details.
Thank you for such praise, your review rocks.
(Or perhaps it was because you lovingly called me a whore, which turns me
to mush every time.)
Kylie Ireland
http://www.kylieireland.com
Dear Ms. Ireland,
First off, you may call me anything you wish. I'm just amazed that a woman
of your stature would take the time out of her busy day to correspond with
me.
I'm extremely excited that you enjoyed my review. While I've only been
sharing my experiences for a very short time, I've been an avid watcher of
pornography for about 25 years. Honestly, I had never seen much of your
work before this. I had heard of you, but for one reason or another I had
never seen a film with you in it before, so my opinion of the movie had
almost no bias coming into it.
After seeing "Whore Next Door" for the first time, my initial reaction was
that I had to see it again. After seeing it a second time, I realized that
my body temperature rose a couple of degrees and stayed there throughout
the film. There were times where I could actually feel my heart pounding
in my chest. If I had a mirror in front of me, I'm sure my pupils had
dilated as far as they could go. I realized I was in a state of complete
arousal. It was an exhilarating experience.
I often thought about the perfect movie, and I thought that it just
couldn't be made. The thrill of seeing it would diminish over time. But
here it was sitting in front of me and I realized I had to see it again
and again. And enjoying it, savoring it even more, again and again. Isn't
that what art is all about? Great art is supposed to elicit an emotional
response from not only the viewer or the person experiencing it
peripherally, but also from the person creating it. I realized I felt this
way because you felt this way when you created this masterpiece. You had
done it. You had created something I really didn't think could be made.
It's funny, I realize that even writing about watching your movie makes me
hot.
Once again, I'd like to thank you for taking the time to write, but most
of all for taking the time to make the movie you did. It looked like a
labor of love for you and your co-stars.
As far as posting my review of your magnificent film, it would thrill me
to no end.
Respectfully,
Baconstrip.
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