"Writing? Me?" The ghosts of a thousand spelling mistakes and his fathers scorn rise up in his head, followed by some of the conversations here and a new word he's heard (and has no idea how to spell) one he hasn't really taken the time to process... dyslexic....

Not something he's gonna get into with a porn producer. He just shakes his head and shrugs a shoulder. "I mean I've landed porn stars before. I don't need to be a writer for that. And look, I had my doubts too, but I've watched my married best friends do their boring monogamous fucks enough times that I can tell you there's definitely something there. They make missionary seem exciting."