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Violet Blue reports: The event at which Grecco shot this book is actually not very fun to attend, unless you have friends with you. It's rather freaky (in the not-sexy way). There are security guards posted at the entrances to all women's restrooms. After an hour squeezing through men packed together (the fans) and the performers' exaggeration of femininity and sexuality all bottled up in one place, it's difficult to tell if it feels homoerotic or suffocatingly heterosexual. The awards are long and boring — just like the Oscars they're modeled after. They seem more made up and less relevant every Internet minute. And we wish the best for porn stars, really, but I'm pretty sure their bright, glued-on turquoise and gold Barbie dresses are not part of those wishes.