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Eric Spitznagel

by Susan Henderson on November 15, 2006

How To Tell Your Mother That You’ve Written a Book About Porn

by Eric Spitznagel

I wrote a book called “Fast Forward: Confessions of a Porn Screenwriter.” It’s a memoir of my (thankfully brief) career writing scripts for the adult film industry. I have no problem telling you that, because I don’t know you. Informing a stranger that you’ve written a few smut films is no big deal. But you know what isn’t quite so easy? Announcing to your family that you’ve published a book about porn. That’s just weird. There’s really no way of cushioning the blow. You have to walk that fine line between awkward half-truths and complete fabrication.

Here’s what I said to my relatives when confronted with the question, “So, what’s your book about?”


Me: It’s about… well, it’s about that time I lived in LA, and I was trying to be a screenwriter.

Mom: Oh, that sounds nice.

Me: But it’s not about the mainstream stuff. It’s about, you know, the other thing I did.

Mom: What other thing?

Me: The… adult stuff.

Mom: Oh, dear.

Me: But I wrote about how much I hated it, and how I’d never do it again.

Mom: Do you use your real name?

Me: Well, yeah, of course.

Mom: Are you sure that’s a good idea?

Me: It’s fine, mom. Don’t worry. I only mention the adult films in passing. It’s mostly about Hollywood.

Mom: Oh. Well, that’s much better. Did you write about how you met Ben Stiller?

Me: No.

Mom: That’s such a funny story. And it’s so much more interesting than all that dirty nonsense.

Me: Can we just drop it?


Grandmother: Is it a novel?

Me: Yeah, it’s sort of a novel. But it’s based on real people.

Grandmother: Somebody you know?

Me: No, no, not at all. Actually, now that I think about it, it’s mostly fiction.

Grandmother: That sounds wonderful. I love John Irving. I just finished reading “A Widow For One Year.” Is it anything like that?

Me: Uh… yeah, in a way. Some of the characters are… single women.

Grandmother: I’m so proud of you. When can I read it?

Me: I think it’s already sold out.

Grandmother: Oh, that’s too bad. Will you let me know when I can buy it?

Me: I’ll do what I can.


Me: It’s about this friend of mine who wrote porn scripts.

Aunt: A friend? How good a friend?

Me: We’re not that close anymore.

Aunt: So in the book, you made it clear that you have nothing to do with that line of work, right?

Me: Oh, yeah, definitely. It’s basically about how evil the porn industry is, and how my friend got tricked into writing scripts. It’s kinda a satire.

Aunt: You mean it’s humor?

Me: Yeah, something like that.

Aunt: I don’t see what’s so funny about porn.

Me: Well, not “ha-ha” funny. More like, “Gee, look how our culture still has such warped notions of sexuality” funny.

Aunt: I suppose that’s okay.


Me: It’s about people. Bad people. People who do bad things.

Cousin: How bad?

Me: Just, you know… things you don’t need to know about.

Cousin: What’s a “porno”?

Me: Wow, uh… see, here’s the thing. Do you like the Harry Potter books?

Cousin: Yeah.

Me: You know how everybody hates Lord Voldemort because he’s such a mean guy?

Cousin: Yeah.

Me: Well, in my book, everybody is a Lord Voldemort.

Cousin: They’re all wizards?

Me: Well, no, not exactly. But they’ve… let’s just say they do some inappropriate things with their magic wands.

Cousin: My mom says your book is about people who take off their pants.

(Long, uncomfortable silence.)

Me: Hey, do you smell pie? I think somebody’s baking a pie. We should check it out.


Me: It’s about porn.

Uncle: Ha! That’s hysterical! Is Ron Jeremy in it?

Ron Jeremy

Me: Uh… well, no, not rea-

Uncle: That guy’s my hero. He’s fat and old and hairy. How does he have sex with so many women?

Me: I don’t know. Maybe because they pay him?

Uncle: Luckiest guy in the world. Who wouldn’t want to trade places with him, right? Am I right?

Me: Sure.

Uncle: So you wrote a book about Ron Jeremy?

Me: Uh…

Uncle: Can’t wait to read it. Any pictures of naked ladies in it? (Playfully punches my arm.) I’m just kidding you. Ha! Hey, when you sign my copy, will your write, “To my Uncle, who is hung like a horse?”

Me: I guess.

Uncle: Ha!


Me: Remember when I wrote all those porn scripts?

Brother: Yeah.

Me: It’s about that.

Brother: I’m not in it, am I?

Me: How do you mean?

Brother: You don’t say that I watch any of this stuff, do you?

Me: Well, no, it’s not really about you.

Brother: If you make me out to be some kind of pervert, I’ll fucking kill you.

Me: Calm down. You’re not in it. (editor’s note: This is blatantly untrue.)

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Brother: Have you told mom?

Me: Yeah. She’s not too happy.

Brother: You gonna let her read it?

Me: No! Absolutely not! And you better not give it to her.

Brother: (Just smiles.)

Me: Promise me you’re not going to give it to her.

Brother: (Laughs.) Whatever, dude.

Me: Seriously, just don’t. There’s a… well, one of the chapters is about a guy having sex with a goat. (editor’s note: This is also untrue.)

Brother: What?!

Me: You don’t want our mother reading about that, do you? It’ll just upset her.

Brother: Okay, fine. I won’t show it to her. (Pause.) Please tell me you didn’t fuck a goat.



Eric Spitznagel is a frequent contributor to magazines like Playboy, The Believer, Esquire, and He has a blog, Vonnegut’s Asshole (, where he regularly writes about butt plugs, wine that tastes like hobo balls, and the terrible threat of sherpas.


Question of the Week: Telling Mom

by Susan Henderson on November 13, 2006

This may just be the most sensitive question for writers. Is your mom proud of you? Do you let her read your work? Does she even know you write?


Wednesday’s guest, Eric Spitznagel, tells his story of writing screenplays for porn movies … and what it was like tell his family!