It’s also a movie about you, and anyone who was ever a horny gay teen.
When I was 11, the gardeners in my apartment complex kept a stash of porn magazines in this old tool shed near the complex’s swimming pool. Whenever I’d go to the pool, I’d see them cackling and thumbing through the filthy magazines while they made what I presumed were horrible homophobic and sexist comments to each other. I was so envious. At 11 years old, all I wanted in life was to be in possession of my own porn magazines, just like my gardeners. Granted, these were straight porn magazines featuring men and women, and they were all in Spanish, but dick was dick (and it’s not like I was interested in what little text there was) and I needed to see it. And so for an entire summer, I plotted to break into that shed at night, steal those magazines with those big uncut pingas, and take them home with me to cherish forever. But as horny a little shit as I was, I was also a pussy and never had the guts to actually steal the magazines. One afternoon, however, I did sneak into the shed when no one was looking. I proceeded to spend five minutes pouring over the sticky pages–my heart racing at the thought of being caught–and imagined that I was one of the lucky Latina women in the magazine, surrounded by so many amazing Latin penises and loving it! It was the best five minutes of my entire life.
I don’t know if the main character in Adam Baran’s movie, Jackpot, will be exactly like me (and let’s hope he’s not, because I was a mess), but that we can all no doubt relate to the central premise of the film makes this a really great, worthwhile project. I try not to push stuff on you guys too hard, but if you like the idea and have any extra cash (even $1), donate and read more about Jackpot here.