Myra: You're probably expecting some sob story about growing up a naturally sex-positive kinda girl in a repressive conservative Manish-Bindu family, but despite the way my younger sis turned out (she's just always naturally been very shy), my family was very supportive. They....*Hesitates slightly, cringing.* They weren't pleased I decided to pursue porn professionally...But I get that's probably hard for any parents to be happy about.
I was always a very...adventurous kitten. I often jumped into risky stuff without even thinking...looking back at it now, I guess it was because I felt like if I waited to think about it, I wouldn't do it, ya know? BMX, Touch Grid Iron, Football, Skateboarding...If there wasn't a risk involved, it wasn't worth it, y'know? I suppose my lil' Sis got a touch of that bug too...it just expressed itself in a different way. Sufficed to say, I racked up a mess of broken bones as a kid...and I think I spent more summers with a limb strapped up in a cast than out of them. *Chuckles* Thankfully, Cowlifornia summers are long as heck.
My puberty kinda perfectly coincided with the dawn of the internet. Specifically around the time Nipster was a thing. Basically, whatever curiosities I had that...I didn't feel all that comfortable talking to my parents about, could be indulged safely online. I was...going through a lot of confusing feelings at the time, stuff I wasn't sure about myself, let alone ready to bring my parents into for their advice. I had feelings for girls, for guys...and I couldn't really understand them. And while I figured my parents would be okay with that, and even reluctantly supportive...I just knew it would be an uncomfortable conversation. One where they would spend more time talking about risk and cautioning me about stuff I already knew about, than talking about it being okay. I had seen 'To Scratch a Predator.' I knew the risks that came with online stuff...But I wasn't making contact with anyone outside of my school friends at the time. The only strangers I got in touch with were possible employers when I was closing in on my 18th birthday.
I just used the internet to...explore myself...privately. Y'know? Not something I'd advise now, but then it-it's weird...the internet was both safer and dangerous. Like, because it was still semi-niche, it wasn't as overflowing with content that would damage a kid's brain development without even being explicit, and the sexual predators were more obvious and fewer in number. At least that's how it felt... In like a weird way...Granted, anti-viruses and ad blockers were barely a thing at the time, so I got myself caught a few times over getting the family PC infected. *Chuckles* Eventually that awkward conversation was inevitable, I guess...
I looked at a lot of porn. A LOT. *Laughs* Even then, there was like...a cornucopia of the stuff out there. So many species combos, so many 'types' to consume. It was a playground, and I kinda... overindulged. I mean, what puberty-plagued kitten isn't hypersexual? I just...stayed hypersexual after my hormones cooled off. But it made puberty sort of unbearable. It wasn't long before I was fooling around with girls on my football team, or conversely, flirting with the guys on my gridiron team. In retrospect, there's...stuff there I'm not proud of...I may have caused some sexual awakenings in my teammates that might not have happened otherwise, and caused headaches for their families. The jury is out on whether you can 'convert' someone to being bi or lesbian or if it's a from-birth thing...But I kinda feel like I may have...converted some vulnerable girls...*Winces*
Anyway...I'm getting off track, I guess. I didn't really know you could 'become' a porn star till I was 16. It was something that genuinely blew my mind. I just figured it was something everyone did for fun. But to know it was a job, to know you could become like a 'pro' porn actress. Pssht. It was decided right then and there. I was going to be a top-tier porn actress, and I spent months researching the best way to get in as a total unknown.
Thankfully by the time I was up to bat so to speak, the porn industry had been cleaned up for about a decade. Like, cleaned up in terms of the sleaze required to get in. It wasn't perfect, mind you, but in the early nineties, it was still exploitation on all sides. Howlywood already forced mammals on the casting couch, and that was a 'legit' industry. Porn was always sketchy and underground by comparison. You had to know people, rut for favors and preferential treatment, and you know there was trafficking going on...not to mention rampant drug use. Now, it was more about generating buzz or...well, still knowing the right people. Some things never change. So since I didn't have the latter, I needed to heavily lean on the former.
It might surprise you to learn it wasn't as easy as you'd think it might be to break into the industry, at least not in the late 2000s compared to today. You have to be fit, not just for your look, but because you need the stamina to keep up with the demands of shooting a rut professionally. You might be mating on and off for up to twelve hours during a shoot. You also have to work on being able to... separate sex from romantic attachment. Some mammals can really struggle with that. Sex is a key element to pair bonding, to put it in blunt science terms. Romantic types have the worst time with that...but if you're like me, and cocky when you start...*Chuckles* You might risk frying that pair bonding instinct altogether because sex isn't something you treat with the weight it deserves in a serious relationship. Of course, dating is already pretty impossible when you're in the porn industry unless it is with other actors but still, I've broken a lot of hearts... *Myra frowns, looking somewhat wistful for a moment.* A lot...
*Ahem* Right...along with all of those pre-reqs you need to generate buzz, as I said. Which means you need to put out amateur content. Especially if, like I did, you didn't know anyone in the industry. These days, it's a lot easier to do that with sites like Onlyfurs, which lets you curate and manage your own content, than it was when I was doing releases on whatever sites I could. I had to recruit a few guy friends, and even fewer girl friends, to *cough* act in videos. I even had to pick up video editing myself to take some of the burden off my guy friend Russ, who remains my goto camera goat when it comes to actually filming this stuff. And even with the other 'actors' consent, I still blurred their faces so they could maintain their privacy since I was the only one in my friend group trying to go pro. (Though of course, I cut them in on whatever money I made in the process. Which wasn't much at first.) It's the internet after all, which was another reason I blurred their faces. Even then, things got around, and pay-walling always leaked. I was prepared for that because I was aiming higher in the long run. I was prepared for the consequences...well, at least I thought I was...
I'd been very careful up to that point not to expose my parents to what was going on. I filmed exclusively at Rus' place, and I was putting up with going to college for film production at the time as both a 'cover' for my actual goal, and to get even better at working the technical side of things, should it take longer to get noticed than I wanted. My big plan 'B' was to make my own studio if no one would have me, so knowing as much as possible about editing, and maybe picking up a minor in business, would keep me from telling my parents for...well, admittedly longer than I should have. For someone with almost zero inhibition or shame, I...really didn't want to talk about this with my parents.
My Dad found out from a work colleague. He emailed him the...pretty sizeable collection I'd created by then. I'd been at it for like three years by then, so I had built up like sixty or so clips, I think...Back then I didn't have my stage name 'Pussy Galore". (Cliche, I know, but I love an old throwback.) Back then, the most of a name I had was 'Busty tigress seduces naive...'insert species name here'. But friends and family could easily tell who was in the videos, and this led to a very awkward, uncomfortable conversation with my parents. One, I wish I hadn't put off for long enough that they had to find out that way. They tried to be...well, they put on as supportive a face as they could muster. At least, once they found out how serious I was about it. But Dad always sort of assumed I'd be a famous athlete, and my Mom thought if I didn't stick with school, I'd be a model. Still, even if it was obvious to everyone they weren't happy about my career choice, they rooted for me.
I was twenty-one when I finally got a call back for casting in a real studio production. One of those step-dad step-daughter deals. Not exactly my kink, but at that point, I was willing to take almost anything to get my foot in the door. A casting couch, and several really awkward line deliveries with me calling a buff sibearian tiger 'Daddy' later, and the rest was history. *Laughs*
Hey, I hope that wasn't too long a trip down memory lane for your little show...you can probably just cut it down to soundbites yeah?
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