There is no porn industry

There is no porn industry today, so stop pretending.

There is no porn industry anymore. Not in the way those of us, who actually shot on location, edited by hand, bribed officials, rewired theaters, and smuggled videos into firewalled nations, would recognize. What we’ve got now is a digital meat grinder run by people who couldn’t spot a key light if it smacked them in the face.

The creators? Disappearing.
The distributors? Gone.
All that remains is Big Tech. And you need to get it straight – They aren’t in the porn business.

They’ve never stepped foot on a porn set. They’ve never fought off a rainstorm with plastic tarps and gaffer’s tape at 3 AM. Hell, most of them couldn’t name a single person who’s ever worked in a porn video. But they’re the ones deciding who sees what, what gets monetized, and whether or not a career lives or dies.

From Celluloid to Silicon

It used to be that a distributor took a risk. They’d pick up your video, maybe advance you a bit of cash, and roll the dice with you. They had skin in the game. If your video tanked, they felt it too. But if it worked – oh baby, you both won.

Now?

You upload your blood, sweat, and overdraft account onto a faceless server. If you’re lucky, you’ll get a couple thousand views. Maybe a few pennies trickle in. If you’re really lucky, they won’t demonetize you because someone in the background wore a T-shirt with the wrong flag on it.

They say it’s about “community guidelines.” But those are written by people who think “Final Cut” is a salad bar.

The new gatekeepers? They aren’t pornographers. They’re platform managers – algorithms in suits, trained to flinch at controversy, avoid risk, and sacrifice the artist the moment something smells like trouble. They hide behind TOS documents and “automated moderation systems” while they rake in billions off the backs of real creators. And I mean actual creators… people who know what it takes to make a frame look good when you’ve got ten bucks and a broken dolly.

Cowards in Control

These platforms, and the silicon wimps behind them, are cowards by their own design.

The second a video kicks up a Twitter storm, they’ll pull it. No questions. No defense. The creator is always the one dangling off the edge. The so-called champions of “expression” and “creativity” have zero backbone. They talk like revolutionaries, when it’s profitable, then snitch to regulators and cancel their own creators when the winds change.

They don’t fight for free speech. They perform just enough resistance to get online praise written by other coastal cowards and bootlickers. But when push comes to shove? They roll over. Always. Whether it’s to government censors, activist groups, or MasterCard’s content policies, they comply instantly then act surprised when creators lose everything overnight.

The “freedom of speech lawyers” fighting for our rights are a bad joke. These legal lapdogs pitch themselves as defenders of online freedom, but all they really defend is the cash flow. They send a few emails, show up in a courtroom for a photo op, then vanish until the next donor campaign. They’re not fighting for creators. They’re billing them.

The Business Model of Destruction

Here’s what people need to understand: Big Tech only wins when every other industry loses.

That’s not a conspiracy theory… That’s the business model. These platforms didn’t join the porn industry. They ate it. Hollowed it out, took its bones, and built a revenue engine on top of them.

A video that cost $10,000 to make, back in the day, you’d hustle that in front of distributors, maybe also land a deal with Playboy or Hustler. You might not get rich, but you had a shot. Now? That same $10,000 film gets uploaded and earns $5,000 if you’re lucky.

And you think that $5,000 came out of thin air?

No. It’s split across five thousand views, algorithmically fed to people who didn’t know they were looking for your film. The platform makes out like a bandit. They paid nothing. They risked nothing. They put in zero effort. But they got all the nickels. Every last one.

All while the creator? Broke. Again.

The Era of Cheap and Disposable

When you gut the revenue stream, you gut the content. That’s what we’re seeing now. Either the real creators quit or they start churning out cheap, disposable crap to survive. Videos with zero production value. Performers who eat and breath tattoo ink. AI-slop upsampled edits of old footage from the early 2000s. Pseudo pornos shot on a phone with no depth, just clips slapped together by a webcam model’s boyfriend who thinks “editing” means trimming the last second off a screen recording.

Gone are the days of handcrafted mini-epics, creative controversy, or even coherent gonzo. Why bother? You’ll spend thousands and large part of time creating something beautiful only to get flagged, demonetized, and buried by the algorithm.

So the only viable path? Make it faster. Make it cheaper. Make it dumber. It’s a race to the bottom, and Big Tech is laying down the track.

But Don’t Worry, They Care! Just Try Asking Them

What makes it even worse is the hypocrisy.

These companies send out emails about “supporting creators,” “valuing expression,” and “celebrating sexuality.” They throw parties at porn industry events. They throw around the same buzz words and slogans that the mainstream media does. Claiming diversity, inclusion and equity, but when a person of color asks a white person to call them n*gger, both consenting adults get thrown under a bus.

The only sexual desires that can be expressed are politically correct ones. Because now what we get to see, share, say or do gets policed by Big Tech. Who like an all powerful overseer has to consent too, to whatever turns us on. At the end of the day, they’re just automated vending machines running on the backs of unpaid video makers. The truth is, they don’t care about the content. Not even a little.

They care about metrics. Watch time. Engagement. Clicks-per-minute. Their whole infrastructure is built to punish artistry and reward the junk that keeps people scrolling. The more a video wastes your time, the more money they make.

A well-shot, well-acted video with healthy looking performers that ends in twenty minutes? Worthless.

But a 3-minute “reaction” video with zero originality and a morbidly obese train wreck? That’s a gold mine. Say otherwise and you’re demonitzed for body shaming

No Skin in the Game, No Soul in the Product

You know what the old-school distributors had that Big Tech never will?

Fear.

Fear of flopping. Fear of failure. Fear of throwing good money after bad. That fear made them sharper. They read scripts and listened to a pornographer’s ideas. They cared because their livelihoods were also on the line.

Now?

The only thing at risk is your channel. Your career. Your visibility. The platform? It’s immune. You can vanish tomorrow and nothing changes for them. They don’t bleed. They don’t sweat. They just keep scraping coins off the pile.

So What Do We Do?

We adapt. Like we always have.

But let’s be real about what’s happening. Let’s stop calling this a “porn industry.” It’s not. It’s a tech-driven attention economy where the artists are disposable, the distributors are extinct, and the only people making real money are the ones who never picked up a camera.

There’s still great porn being made. Still passion projects. Still real pornographers out there trying to tittilate. But they’re doing it with duct tape budgets and a prayer that the algorithm smiles on them.

And when it doesn’t? They’re gone. Replaced by an AI-generated puppet show, fed through a content farm, and monetized into oblivion.

So no… there is no porn industry.

There’s just a server farm, a content policy that changes with the weather, and a boardroom full of people who think a boom mic is something you buy on Amazon.

Yet somehow, we’re still supposed to call this progress. With Big Tech laying down the track, and everyone (consumers and creators alike) taking the train; we’re all sure to end up in Auschwitz, prisoners to our tech overlords.  – Seig Heil to the Nerd Reich 

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