It was the cystic kind that covers the entire face, the kind of acne where you see someone, and it’s the first thing you notice about them. Eventually I got to the point where it put me in such a deep depression that I didn’t leave the house unless it was for work. I blamed porn. Every day, a different makeup chair. Thick layers of product caked onto my skin, only to sweat half of it off during the sex scene. I’d have to get back into the makeup chair, and get more product caked back on over my sweat to shoot the rest of the scene. It was crippling. It hurt my feelings. I felt betrayed. How could you, Porn? I love you. I do everything you ask for. When you wanted to see me put my fist inside my vagina, I did that. You want to inspect my asshole using a speculum? Sure, why not. Double anal? You got it!I gave you everything. In return, you gave me a disfiguring rash on my face.I kept hoping time would make it would go away, but it didn’t. Thousands of dollars were spent on spa treatments, expensive creams and lotions, homeopathic remedies.
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