Becoming The Object Of Lust

I get quite a few people who arrive at this blog searching for "where porn stars come from", "making of a porn star" and the like, which I'm guessing leads to some rather disappointed people who arrive here. I mean if you're looking for a how-to on becoming a porn star, this history-slash-collectibles blog isn't likely what you hoped for or expected to find.

But then again, I doubt there's any site which could really tell you, let alone teach you, what you want to know in that regard...

There's no formula to becoming a porn star or any sort of celebrity. You can study your craft, assume the position, be in the right places, and even know all the right people -- for any gig. But to become a star, a celebrity, a legend, well that requires that undefinable 'it' factor that cannot be learned, purchased, nor even, to the chagrin of some, given away should you have it.

People make you popular, and what makes the people want you, like you, and in the case of porn, desire you in that way, is elusive to define. Certainly if there's one thing that's obvious here at this blog, it's that. There just isn't anyway to know for certain why some become the sex symbol, the object of lust, the icon of sex; or why others do not.

To that end I mention Bobby Fischer's passing.

“It was Bobby Fischer who had, single-handedly, made the world recognize that chess on its highest level was as competitive as football, as thrilling as a duel to the death, as esthetically satisfying as a fine work of art, as intellectually demanding as any form of human activity,” wrote Harold C. Schonberg, who reported on the Reykjavik match for The New York Times, in his 1973 book, “Grandmasters of Chess.”

Surely Bobby, as the rock star of chess, had his groupies -- those who knew geek-chic before there was a name for it, those who likely giggled at "Checkmate" or used it as a euphemism.

Heck, Bobby had 'it' before there was even 'porno-chic'. And as such, he deserves at least these passing remarks at Silent Porn Star. Rest in peace, Bobby.