From: Tim Evanson <[email protected]>
Newsgroups: rec.arts.movies.erotica
Subject: Jeff Browning is underage!
Date: Fri, 22 Nov 1996 10:14:30 -0500
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Aries wrote:
> Just saw this on the L.A. news. A kid named Aaron Denno, whose screen
> name I didn't catch, has admitted he was under age when he made 40 gay
> porn movies. Denno got a fake id when he was 15 (and he looked 12 in
> the pictures) and started working.
His name is Jeff Browning. People are still checking out the story.
> The movies had young-ish titles, like "Tiger Cub Club" and "Baby
> Cakes." A Vivid rep said off-camera that they were fooled by the kid
> (yeah, he really looked like an adult) and have yanked all his titles
> from the shelves.
Well, not yet. While most studios have pulled his films, YMAC has yet
to do so. YMAC won't pull anything until they have his birth
certificate and proof of age. Letters have gone out to all video stores
asking them to remove the films. Two I checked in Washington, DC have
yet to do so, or receive any letter.
> The FBI is investigating. Since no one was nailed for Traci Lords, I
> doubt anything will happen here, either.
>
> The other side of the story is why this kid is all of a sudden singing
> to the local media. He wasn't caught the way Traci was. I suspect
> something happened to make him turn on the industry and fuck it over.
Actually, what has happened is this:
Browning apparently entered gay porn at the age of 15. He has used fake
IDs (usually driver's license, and from various states) to prove his
age, and has been claiming he is 18 since 1993. He even has a Web page
up, at www.jeffbrowning.com, where he claims he is 18.
A while ago, Browning held an 18th birthday party at a club in Los
Angeles. The club was known for permitting under-21 and under-18, and
Browning invited many porn insiders as well as persoanl friends--oddly,
most were under 18. Porn industry types began to be suspicious after
the party, and several studios investigated. They were the ones who
pulled the plug on his films.
Meanwhile, as the story broke inside the gay porn community, Browning
went underground; no one could reach him. At least one distributor who
contacted Browning via email got the answer that (sic) "I'm not
answering any questions about my age and will only let my lawyer answer
any questions." No name of the lawyer was given, and nothing else but a
"thanks for checking out my Web page" was given.
That is where it stands now. The newsbreak on TV in LA is news to me,
as is the FBI's involvement.
Just a personal note: The porn industry barely has been able to fend
off attacks in Congress, whether Republican or Democratic. Onerous
record-keeping, required in the wake of the Traci Lords scandal, has
been fought in the courts, but this incident could be the death knell
for a lot of studios. Congress can now claim that even when the studios
see a driver's license or other records, "kiddie porn" is still being
made. The courts, who at one time felt that the record-keeping
requirements were too heavy, now will look at this incident and quite
possibly will lean the other way and be prone to uphold record-keeping
and other requirements.
In addition, with the enactment of the Child Porn Prevention Act of 1996
(which makes even the *appearance* of underage-ness a crime), we will
see a de-emphasis on the "youth culture" in gay porn. Films like Bel
Ami's and Falcon International's will disappear overnight as studios shy
away from even the appearance of under-18.
Jeff Browning, you hurt the industry immeasurably. I hope you are
happy.
See ya...
Tim #1
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