Gay Porn Dilemma: Is It Ethical For Bloggers To Sleep With Gay Porn Stars?

Hey guys, Chelsea here. I’ve been debating whether or not to tackle a certain topic ever since I started interning here at The Sword, and as you can see from the headline of this blog post, I’ve decided to “go there.”

I’ve always been honest with everyone—both in my personal life and now in my public life as a (future) journalist/blogger—so it’s time for me to come clean: I had sex with a gay-for-pay porn star. The question is, was it ethical?

To be clear, the gay-for-pay porn star and I made love long before I became a blogger and he became a gay-for-pay porn star, but a potential conflict of interest arose this week when his first scenes were released. As a blogger, I’m obligated to cover his performances from an objective point of view, right? But how can I not be biased considering that he and I had passionate sexual intercourse multiple times last April during Spring Break in Cancun? (It was bareback intercourse, I might add—but don’t worry, we were both tested before and after; plus we’re both straight.)

In case you’re wondering who the gay-for-pay porn star is, wonder no more. I’m not one to keep secrets, and the whole point of exploring this controversial issue is to prove myself as an honest, unbiased, and ethical journalist/blogger to you, my readers. So, here goes: Last April in Cancun during Spring Break, I had sex with NextDoorStudios’ Garrett Michaels.

When I met Garrett Michaels at a Señor Frogs on my last night in Cancun, I was instantly taken by his crystal blue eyes and his gorgeous, flowing mane of blond hair. At first I thought he was hitting on my girlfriend Stacey, but as soon as she got up to go pee and buy us another round of Jager Bombs, he made his move on me. I’ll never forget it, either. After I told Garrett that I wanted to be a writer, he leaned over and softly whispered in my ear, “Baby, if you were words on a page, you’d be what they call ‘fine print.'” After that, I was basically putty in his hands the whole rest of the night. But remember, I had no idea that he was on the cusp of becoming a gay porn superstar (though I should have known, given his physical appearance and sexual charisma).

Once we got rid of Stacey, Garrett and I went back to my hotel room and fucked until the break of dawn. Garrett Michaels fucked me standing up in the shower. Garrett Michaels fucked me missionary style on the bed. Garrett Michaels fucked me doggy style over a keg stand on the balcony overlooking the ocean. Garrett Michaels came inside me. Garrett Michaels came inside me five times in less than five hours, and I have never felt more mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and physically connected to another human being in my entire life. And though he left that morning and I never heard from him again, I still think of him every single day.

But make no mistake: Because of my connection to Garrett Michaels, I will not be reviewing his scenes here on The Sword. A blogger sleeping with a gay porn star is one thing, but writing a review of his work after the fact is a whole other ball game. So, if you’ve come here looking for a review of gay porn star Garrett Michaels, sorry. You’ve come to the wrong place.

Because of our sexual history and our complex past together, I simply can’t give you my opinion of whether or not Garrett Michaels performs as well in his gay porn scenes as he performed deep inside of me in real life during the early morning hours of my last day in Cancun…a day that I remember as one of the best days of my life. Garrett Michaels penetrated me, repeatedly, both with his penis and with his mind, but that carnal act of passion won’t penetrate my objectivity as a journalist/blogger. That would be unethical.

And that’s what Chelsea thinks. Thanks, guys.