Oriana Small is a gross girl. Picture a feisty Kathy Acker heroine peeing standing up with white knee-high socks, pigtails, and a smart mouth on a painfully beautiful face. But, neither of us remembered each other from that time.
She was on coke. I was depressed. After Literary Death Match, we spoke about her porno memoir Girlvert , and I was dying to interview her about it.
Sure, we see Ashley Blue suck. We see Ashley Blue fuck. We see ass-rupturing and fist-swallowing. The Rumpus: While reading Girlvert, I kept wondering about your childhood. For instance, how did you feel growing up as a little girl in your family?
Were you aching to be seen? Why do you think little Ori was so eager to please? Why was she so hungry to be grossed out, and how did that transfer into eroticism? What did little Ori want more than anything? The chapter in my book about my mother includes both gnarly and nice things about her. What I wanted so badly was to be free and different—special, artistic somehow. That transferred into eroticism because I could live recklessly as a sexual circus performer, no problem.
I was never sexually molested. I like to be challenged and gross myself out, so that I come back for more, to see if I can raise the bar. I smashed bugs as a kid. I read Henry Miller as a teenager. It was my idea to try anal sex with a guy, way before I had ever seen it done in a porno.
