The first porn movie set I was ever on was for "Flashpoint." It was a sweltering hot, late summer day. Not far from me, seven people were having an orgy atop a fire truck in the middle of a parking lot. I looked to my left at the line of other writers gathered there to cover the day's events for magazines with names like Cheri. They were all men, they were all older than me, and they were all not me. That night, inside an abandoned building, I saw what happened when put a naked Jenna Jameson over a barrel with flames shooting up all around her. I knew I was in a different kind of a place. It wasn't until a few days ago that I realized what flash point means. After that, everything made sense.
