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Fwd: A new genre: Cypherpunk Adult Film???!?
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Robert Hettinga)
Sun Jan 3 20:35:49 1999
Date: Sun, 3 Jan 1999 20:02:04 -0500
To: cypherpunks@cyberpass.net, cryptography@c2.net
From: Robert Hettinga <rah@shipwright.com>
Reply-To: Robert Hettinga <rah@shipwright.com>
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Date: Sun, 3 Jan 1999 16:36:06 -0800
To: Somebody else, rah@shipwright.com
From: Somebody
Subject: Fwd: A new genre: Cypherpunk Adult Film???!?
> Subject: A new genre: Cypherpunk Adult Film???!?
> Date: Sun, 3 Jan 1999 09:48:32 -0800
> From: Another person
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> In the current SF Weekly and at
> <http://www.sfweekly.com/1998/current/nightcrawler1.html> (with photo!):
>
> Geeks Just Have More Fun
>
> The check-in office of the Edgewater West Adult Resort stinks of chlorine
> bleach -- that sharp, chemical smell redolent of bacteria-laden moisture
> and hard-to-reach crevices. The floors are bare and cold. The desk
> clerk's top lip is curiously greasy. It's exactly the kind of unsexy
> entree one would expect from a real-life sex hotel. A late-model truck
> pulls into the parking lot and sits idling in the rain as the driver
> caresses his companion's face and neck.
> "I'm with the film crew," I say, eager to get out of the office before
> the couple enters. The desk clerk looks at me indifferently and points to
> the side of the building. "The gate should be open. If it's not, come
> back." I slip outside under the eaves just as the caressing truck driver
> climbs out of his cab. Trying to avoid his eyes and the cascade of
> rainwater at the end of the walkway, I catch both. "You're all wet,"
> laughs the man as I hurry through the gate into the Edgewater's central
> courtyard.
> Most of the rooms at the Edgewater look out onto this courtyard with its
> large steaming swimming pool. Folks of an exhibitionist bent leave their
> curtains, and oftentimes their doors, open while they have sex. The
> others peruse, strolling along the two-story walkways until they find a
> room with action.
> Tonight, all but three rooms are dark and most of the "action" is in the
> hotel's large glass-sided lounge where the feature-length adult film
> Desdaemona Affair is being shot by director/star Mike Horner. A three-way
> DP (double-penetration) scene with Joel Lawrence, Ben English, and Dena
> Dahl has just been successfully completed in one of the second-floor
> rooms, and the crew of 40 is hustling to finish the next setup while the
> cast takes a dinner break. English and Lawrence sit together at a table,
> chatting calmly as their beleaguered ingénue wanders through the room
> looking for her coat.
> "Unlike the real world where men compete and women choose, the world of
> pornography is already set up for male fantasy," says Lawrence. "The
> women rotate, but if you're a strong stud the women come looking to cater
> to your desire." Lawrence is a jubilant eight-year veteran with nearly
> 200 movies to his credit and more than a few humorous anecdotes --
> involuntary flatulence during a three-way 69, lines of helpful hands that
> form when a woman loses her contraceptive sponge, a cum-shot faked by a
> 9-foot stream of hair conditioner, coffins, vampires, German deaf-mutes,
> and seasickness ....
> As charming as Lawrence is, tales of sexual facetiousness are not the
> focus of my visit to the porn set. Surprisingly, it's the script.
> Written by Hustler Erotic Video Guide contributor and first-time producer
> Randy French, Desdaemona Affair was originally conceived as a
> pornographic musical -- showcasing the bilingual singing talents of Suzi
> Suzuki -- but to accommodate the film's new star, the golden-haired TJ
> Hart, the script was tweaked and the songs reluctantly eliminated. Still,
> the essence of the story remains: Bill Dylan (played by Horner) is a
> world-renowned cryptographer and active member of the Cypherpunks, a
> group of digital-mavericks determined to secure privacy on the World Wide
> Web through uncrackable code. Dylan is the founder of the Cryptographic
> Privacy Foundation; his face has appeared on the cover of Wired magazine;
> he is constantly plagued by crypto groupies; he is monitored by the
> National Security Agency; and, lucky him, he has just invented a chip
> that TJ Hart has been deployed to acquire by any means necessary. It's a
> computer geek's dream come true.
> "This is the first true cypherpunk movie," says French, a real-life
> cypherpunk who, under a different name, works for one of the nation's
> leading computer software encryption companies. "It's backed by
> cypherpunk money. Most of the extras are cypherpunks. The lead character
> is actually an amalgamation of key members from local cryptography
> circles. Some of the scenes are inspired by actual events."
> One such scene takes place in the fictional Royal Bangkok Gentleman's
> Club, where Dylan is recognized by a lap dancer. She loves his Darned
> Good Privacy software so much that she offers to suck Dylan's "secret
> key." This is a likely reference to Phil Zimmerman and his Pretty Good
> Software. Whether the key was actually sucked is anyone's guess, but in
> French's world Dylan gets it good.
> During the filming of the scene, Horner performs meritoriously as both
> director and talent, pausing midmoan to shout "Cut!" and switch camera
> angles even while Rosy Rocket has Dylan's key fully engaged. Real-life
> cypherpunks dress the faux-nightclub with laptop computers and authentic
> crypto groupies. They do what they can for the project, adding to the
> ambience by surfing the Web on camera or preparing for coitus. One such
> couple keep themselves busy through multiple takes (little of which will
> ever make the final cut since they were unable to stop with the pros
> midstream).
> Off set, Eric Hughes, co-founder of the Cypherpunks for which the phrase
> was coined, observes the goings-on from beneath the signature cypherpunk
> wide-rimmed black hat. The dialogue produces a faint smile under his
> copper beard. Hughes' face actually did appear on the cover of Wired
> magazine (albeit under a wrestling mask), and now here he is about to be
> immortalized in porn: He is scheduled to be an extra in the W (orld) W
> (ide) W (eb) Strip Club girl-on-girl scene set in Silicon Valley with TJ
> Hart and porn exemplar Nina Hartley. He seems to take the experience in
> stride, occupying himself between takes with a ring of intricate-looking
> knots and gentle ribbings thrown in French's direction.
> Hartley arrives on set to learn her lines and help Hart relax into the
> second lesbian scene of her career (by periodically rubbing her ass).
> Within moments of sitting she is approached by fans from the erudite film
> crew, including a production assistant/biology major. Hartley smiles
> warmly and suggests some classes and books. She tells me how wonderful it
> is to meet fourth-wave feminists who have grown up in an atmosphere of
> sexual acceptance. Hughes tells me that the knots he's tying relate to
> current research in quantum field theory. French tells me his staff has
> the highest IQ in the history of porn.
> "Nerds win," says French. "In the final scene of this movie, TJ pulls a
> gun out at a Cypherpunk meeting, and everyone can see right away that
> it's not loaded. Cypherpunks know guns."
> And what do cryptography, guns, and porn have in common?
> "Free choice," says French without pause. "It's all about free choice."
> Send comments, quips, and tips to crawler@sfweekly.com.
> By Silke Tudor
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