A couple of years ago, my modeling agent told me that I had an offer in Los Angeles. He said that a guy named Bill was going to take pictures of me modeling dresses for an LA based clothing company.  I thought the offer was legitimate because my agent told me that it was.

The night before the “photo shoot,” I stayed with another “model.” The next morning, the “model” asked me if I was new to the porn industry. I thought she was joking until she showed me a video of her having sex with three different men. I knew then that I had been lied to. The guy who said that he wanted to take pictures of me in dresses actually wanted to take videos of me having sex with random guys.

I left the “model house” immediately after I found out the news. The plan was to run one block away to a public place so that I could safely call a taxi. I had to get out of there ASAP because I knew that Bill would be at the “model house” shortly. It was almost time for a “pre photo shoot meeting” with him.

I wasn’t able to get to the public place. When I was running away from the house, I saw a man get out of a parked car. It was Bill. He sprinted towards me and screamed “Where do you think you’re going?” I wasn’t fast enough to get away. He pushed me down and then dragged me by my feet down a rocky sidewalk. I screamed as loud as I could. No one came to my rescue.

He dragged me back into the house. Rocks were embedded in my arm and I was bleeding. The “model” (the girl who showed me her porn video) was laughing while I was being sexually assaulted. It’s hard to talk about all the details. After several minutes, I was able to escape. He fell backwards after I kicked him in the groin. I then ran to the nearest public place. I hid in a locked bathroom and called a taxi. I didn’t call the police because the emotional and physical trauma hindered my ability to make good decisions. All I wanted to do at that time was to get out of LA as fast as possible.

I decided to describe a personal experience because I think it will wake people up to the dangers of the porn industry. Porn is like fast food: it’s readily available and cheap, but it isn’t healthy.

Porn is getting worse and worse as time goes on. It’s because men are getting bored. They want something harder. It’s not just people having sex with people anymore. Animal porn is disgustingly easy to find. It’s not just one man having sex with one woman anymore. Women are getting gang-banged. When is enough, enough? What will women be expected to do on camera next?

People like to think I’m a prude just because I don’t like porn. That’s not true. Being against porn doesn’t mean I’m against sex. It just means that I’m against objectifying women.