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Jan 3, 2012

File Under: Makes your Ears Bleed

I collaborated with the East Village Boys to create this interview/article about my porno past and 1980’s adult film soundtrack weirdness.

Dec 31, 2011

"American Gangbang" named one of the top books of the year by LA Weekly staff

Big thanks to the LA Weekly for mentioning my book in their year-end article "Top Books We Read in 2011." 

from the article: 

Sam Benjamin tried and failed to make art while a student at Brown University, so he did the next best thing and came to Malibu to make porn. American Gangbang is hilarious and honest about sex and pornography; it’s also intellectual enough to make you feel good about yourself. —Ben Westhoff

Dec 14, 2011 / 1 note

I have not invented a new Hebrew letter made partially from hair

"I have not invented a new Hebrew letter made partially from hair, something that sweats and seems nearly human, something that imparts a folktale when held in one’s hand. I invent a lot in what I write — I invent almost all of it. But I don’t get past even the first half page unless I can tether the hell out of my real feelings to whatever I’ve invented. I need a thousand different emotional connections or else the whole thing is silly and without purpose."

- Ben Marcus, in Six Questions for Ben Marcus, Harper’s Magazine

Dec 9, 2011


A new friend of mine, Cassandra Dallet, with whom I shared a stage recently at Evan Karp’s Quiet Lightning series in San Francisco, wrote a poem inspired by having read American Gangbang. I wanted to share it. 


I’m intrigued still 
wrestling with this man’s story 
his agonizing over his love for a porno
a porno that is hard to believe is legal
it is apparently legal because it’s a series
in this series
different girls on their knees 
mouth on dick close up
but she doesn’t suck the dick
she is force fed the dick
throat fucked 
sometimes she pukes 
and the guy with the dick 
slaps her face 
yup Slap Happy it’s called.
He writes on her face with magic marker
things like slut bitch cocksucker whore
and when he cums he doesn’t do it sexily
he does it violently.
All kinds of lines have been crossed here
all sorts of things that any man watching knows 
make it a snuff film
snuff cause the girl may be living
may have pocketed a few grand
and went on her merry way
but a piece of her dies 
every time some loser
jacks off to her gagging markered face
with each slap a scar is raised
out of site
down by her large intestine
snuggled up to her pancreas
maybe it will bitter into hate 
manifest as cancer
who knows 
the real damage.
but I’m not mad at this guy
a little horrified that he is turned on
that he jacks off to this mess on screen
I’m not mad
cause he is honest.
he admits girls like this snubbed him in high school
that he wanted to see them gag on his dick.
Which, I’m sure he imagines as big 
as the guy’s in the skin flick.
I feel sorry for him.
He admits his obsession with it 
and loses his good girl.
Who was perfectly happy to give an honest blowjob
but get slapped in the face dude, really!?
Still I want to drop him a line
wonder if we can get down to the bottom 
of why we are all so fucked up.
Why I hate fucking my boyfriend because he isn’t aggressive enough
yet he watches rape porno on my computer when I’m not at home.
And how I hate sucking his dick 
its too big and he’s too unresponsive
Yet I love the whole face fucking 
forced gagging thing
as much as the next guy.
I was watching a scene 
the other night 
where the guy had a belt around the chicks neck 
and it was smokin’ hot I was totally turned on.
Maybe we could talk about 
what it would take 
to make the perfect porno 
or the perfect love 
where our quirks and obsession blends 
into something sweet.
Something that doesn’t leave us 
heaving up guilt 
or broken 
as yesterdays turkey carcass.

Dec 8, 2011 / 2 notes

"A Brief History of Porn" - The Video!

I just uploaded a twenty-minute selection from my lecture, “A Brief History of Porn.” Enjoy. 


Sam Benjamin’s multimedia lecture “A Brief History of Porn” utilizes primary material from the sleaziest film archive in the universe to track the underground evolution of adult film across the last half century. 

Using non-explicit clips, Benjamin dances skillfully between the greasy, groovy funk of 1970’s skin flicks to the synth-laden bleary video hemmorhage that is 1980’s erotica. As a former participant in the genre, Benjamin’s cache of personal experiences assist him in explicating the facts, with particular attention paid to production value, geographical locus, technology, and narrative. 

All adult film is “outsider art,” but it takes the right set of eyes, and the right historical context, to put it into useful perspective. In a presentation equal parts hilarious and educational, Benjamin guides the uninitiated through the textural sleaziness and accidental beauty that is 20th century adult film. 
Dec 8, 2011

You will get up on this piece of early 90’s spiritual funk porno jones NOW, if you know what’s good for you. 

The early 90’s were a weird time, sonically. I was in high school when BBD was happening; POISON (never trust a big butt and a smile) was a hit when I was in 9th grade, and gumby-fade-tops, white jeans with airbrushed letters across the ass, Cross Colors, Africa necklaces, and Starter jackets ruled the roost. 

This vibrant, funky piece of trash comes from the movie “Kink-O-Rama” presented by Leisure Time Entertainment in 1993, as part of a series called “Raunch-O-Rama.” It’s one of my favorite films, and features a host of replacement phalluses (plasticated) and heaving, concrete tits. Got to be seen to be believed; and for now, you can listen to something that sounds like a combination between a “Pretty in Pink” score and Another Bad Creation. 

Dec 3, 2011

Paris Hilton had a pet kinkajou

"Paris Hilton had a pet kinkajou until it went for her eyes in a lingerie shop. John Quincy Adams kept an alligator, swam nude in the Potomac and liked having sex outdoors. Saddam Hussein’s eldest son, Uday, had lions, a bear, a cheetah and Internet pictures Photoshopped to look like the naked Bush twins on his walls.

William Randolph Hearst introduced the moronic llama into the United States. Teddy Roosevelt kept a bear and a lion as pets at the White House. Phillip II of Spain enjoyed collecting dwarves.

As your Holy Royal President, I vow to bring Lou Dobbs to the White House as a reward for services rendered, put him in the Lincoln Bedroom, then fill a polar bear with Adderall and throw it in with him at around three A.M., while blasting Slayer’s Reign in Blood.”

- Cintra Wilson, Caligula For President: Better American Living Through Tyranny

Dec 1, 2011

This song is called “LOVE JONES.” It is the opening and closing credits song from John Leslie’s 1990 movie, “The Tease,” a pornographic film starring Randy West, Randy Spears, Selena Steele, Ashlyn Gere, and TT Boy.

Leslie was at the top of his game in the late 80’s and early 90’s, pumping out a string of solid hits that were without exception competently written and well-shot, featuring acting that was fun to watch even if (or because) it was not quite believable.

I can’t put my finger precisely on what I like and respect about Leslie’s movies from that time period. In terms of production value, they’re of about the same caliber as television soap operas; and because Leslie tended to use only the best-looking performers from the adult film industry establishment, the look of his films in some way mimics that genre, insofar as the look of the actors was model-like, and sometimes wooden. 

As an actor, Leslie was one of the most popular male stars of the 1970’s. He made his transition into directing gracefully. VCA took him under his wing in the late 80’s, and he made about twenty-five features for them until the mid-90’s, at which point he began distributing his films under John Stagliano’s Evil Angel umbrella, and switched to a more gonzo sensibility. He directed 147 films in all, according to

I believe Leslie wrote and performed “LOVE JONES,” though as I remember, the song is uncredited, and it’s possible I am wrong. He was a talented musician until the time of his death in 2007.

Dec 1, 2011


I’m in New York City at the moment. Last night I had an amazing time at Pitch!, the brainchild of Greg Walloch and Mark Allen. My piece was a countdown of the top ten porn audio tracks of all time. It got pretty hectic in there - all my songs were from the 80’s and 90’s, and the synth-cheese factor was rather high - but in the end I think all of us were weirdly pleased, and felt sated, high on the corniness of Casio, sick from the moans of the fuckbeast.

It’s been interesting, performing this fall - since my book came out on October 18th, I’ve done about five or six performances, all of them different, ranging from straight readings, to storytelling, to video-based lecturing, to bizarre music-based narration like last night. All the nights have achieved some modicum of success, though at varying levels: some nights I’ve gone out and killed, and other nights much less so. I’ve been a bit lazy about writing about the events, mostly because I don’t want to lapse into some rote version of a “Dear Diary” with this blog - blogs are “out,” according to me - but I can’t help but regret not being more thorough, because live performances, while energizing, are by nature evanescent, and months down the line, they can easily be forgotten.

In that spirit, here’s some game tape from a piece I did at Bawdy Storytelling, in San Francisco, a couple of weeks ago.