I went to a red carpet p8rn premiere.
And it was wild.
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Hey babe,
I promised the dirty details from my Barcelona trip. Here’s what went down.
The groom is sitting at a table at the wedding reception. The guests are milling about, dancing and drinking close by. His eyes are closed, his pants are down, and his dick is in his best man’s mouth. He climaxes, leaving a sizable dollop of cum on his friend’s chin.
I look around. I’m sitting in a movie theater. The seats are arranged in a semicircle, perfectly framing the picture on the silver screen. To my right is my close friend and fellow journalist Abby Moss, and we’re watching porn together with more than 500 people.
Just days earlier, a surprisingly welcome email made its way into my inbox inviting me to attend the premiere of porn director Erika Lust’s “most expensive” film yet, The Wedding, in Spain. Billed as a two-day, “full immersion in the Lust universe,” this was a hard yes for me. Did I want to go on an all-expense paid trip to Barcelona to watch *the* feminist porn icon’s new movie on the big screen? A red-carpet premiere for a porno? Um, yes, please. Sign me up.
For the uninitiated, Erika Lust is possibly the most well-known ethical porn director in the world. She has built a juggernaut empire in the industry, centering female pleasure and creating high-quality adult films that are both hot and actually fun to watch (for the storylines too!). This premiere would be her crowning achievement to date: a true red carpet event with all the glitz and champagne to match.
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Abby and I got to the airport bright and early, ready for our Spanish adventure. “Should I have a glass of prosecco?” I wondered aloud. After a moment of deliberation, Abby and I decided that perhaps 8 a.m. was a bit early to be hitting the champers and opted for pancakes and bacon in the airport lounge instead.
Two hours later, the day was bright and clear and the weather a glorious 70 degrees as we flew into Spain over the mountains. I was feeling alive.
We rolled up to the Pulitzer Hotel in central Barcelona around 2 p.m. A quick outfit change and off we went in search of tapas and sangria. We spent the day bopping about local bars and restaurants as we awaited that evening’s welcome press dinner—which, frankly, I cannot describe in a way that is going to do it justice. It was one of those really interactive, immersive dining experiences. The first thing they did was put a piece of wet cauliflower in my hand, which I was intended to eat directly off of said hand. Then they came around and gave us these long, double-sided spoons we were supposed to use to feed the person across the table. It was wild. I asked for a regular spoon. I’m no fun.
Several courses and about *checks notes* 500 glasses of wine later, I went back to the hotel to sleep off my mistakes.
After a night of shut-eye, compliments of a lot of sangria, it was the evening of the premiere.
I love you. Have a great week!
XOXO Auntie Gigi
That’s it for me this week, pals. I love you. Can you believe my life sometimes? How did I get paid for that lol.
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