These films were overwhelmingly male-oriented-1972’s Deep Throat was about a woman who could only orgasm through the penile stimulation of her clitoris, which was located in her throat-but in trying to fit in with the era’s women’s lib/sexual revolution, they required reasonably attractive male performers to ape the style of their Hollywood counterparts.
Modern-day female performer Chanel Preston once described the look to me as “The Brawny Paper Towel Man”- pretty fine for a lumberjack. With the rise of the VHS tape, and the Reagan-era crackdown on public porn viewing, pornography evolved, and so did Jeremy’s physique. Porn consumption grew into a highly specialized and fiercely private habit. Films no longer needed to appeal to a diverse audience to usher viewers (and their wives and girlfriends) into the seats.
