Belle Knox - Reflections on Law & Order SVU: Evie Barnes lyrics

I'm obsessed with “Law & Order: SVU.” But tonight that obsession is reaching a whole new level of absurdity. You know that whole “ripped from the headlines” tagline? They just ripped mine, and it's incredibly hard -- but insanely riveting -- to watch. Warren Leight, the executive producer of the show was nice enough to let me see an advance copy of “p**nstar's Requiem” and he agreed to answer my questions about how this entire episode came to be. (I've been careful not to reveal any spoilers, but there are a few plot points contained herein.) When I asked Leight (who used to be executive producer on HBO's “In Treatment”) why he chose to dramatize my story, he explained, “As usual, we tried to distill several stories and headlines into one character's journey. You, and others, have made the case that s** work is legitimate professional work, a potentially empowering choice individuals should be able to make without repercussions or stigmatization. Other students who've done p**nography have not survived the hara**ment that followed. We wanted to tell their stories, too.” From the very beginning scene of the episode, which shows “Evie Barnes” (played by actress Hannah Marks), a college freshman at “Hudson University” nervously doing her first p**n scene on the day of her 18 birthday, my jaw dropped. Not only is Marks a slim brunette who could be my sister, she is also eerily semi-recreating one of my earliest scenes which was for a rough s** website (I will not give the company any more publicity than they've already received). The entire sequence soon after of a frat guy uncovering my secret through watching p**n himself was all too real. I've never made so much noise watching an episode of “SVU” before as I did watching this, and there were certain instances where all I could say was “Oh my God, oh my God.” Not unlike how I created the alterego of “Belle Knox,” Evie Barnes takes on the stage name of “Roxxxanne Demay” in the world of hard-core p**nography. She is eloquent but naïve, delivering many speeches during the episode with a few lines cutting me to the core. At one point she says something that felt like hearing my heart speak: "I knew I would be opening myself and my family to judgment and humiliation. But I chose to send a message that people who work in adult entertainment are still people, just like everyone else.” Since March, when I was outed by a fellow student at Duke, I've felt like I was sleepwalking through a David Lynch-style dream that has included everything from hugging Whoopi Goldberg on “The View” to facing a crowd of screaming paparazzi and flashing lights to being asked to trademark a replica of my vagina. This episode of “SVU” flips that dream into a nightmare of how things could just as easily have gone very horribly terribly wrong for me. I don't write or discuss my rape often, because I don't want to be viewed as a p**n star cliché, nor do I want people telling me that this is why I've made the choices I've made, but I know well the chilling rape culture entitlement that comes along with men discovering that I'm a p**n star. This is the scenario that plays out on the episode. One of the frat boys accused in “p**nstar's Requiem” even goes so far as to say to the police the following jaw-dropping line: “I didn't think you could rape a girl like that.” Have I heard this before? Not in those exact words, but in actions and in snide remarks, in the a**umptions people make with my body and my livelihood because they have watched me in p**n or heard that this is my profession. One time a hotel provided a key card to a friend of another man I knew, and at 2 in the morning, this large and loud, older and incredibly drunk stranger wandered into my hotel room -- with his own key. I was terrified. Did he think that because I was a p**n star he could just come in? Did he think he could do something with me? Since my outing, when I've gone on dates, there have been times when a man has told me quickly, easily and creepily, “You like this [s**ual act], right?” without asking for consent or having any discussion to imply that we might make the decision to be intimate together later on. I shut things down, but as occurred in my rape earlier in my life, this has not always been the case. And this s**ual entitlement and double standards (how could a girl who plays out a rape fantasy ever be given the privilege of consent; doesn't she relinquish that forever if she ever engages in rough play?) is the crux of the episode. Similar to the rough scene I filmed that was my entrée into p**n, Evie is smacked -- hard -- in the course of her filming and the appearance could be interpreted as rape fantasy. While I do not consider what I did to be that, I have heard from others that they do consider it within this purview, and I respect their right to feel that way. Because Evie does not appear to be giving consent in her rough s** p**n film, these frat boys decide that is what she likes. They don't need her to say yes! Even when she is crying and saying no, it doesn't count! Why, they have the other film of her as proof. It makes me want to barf. I won't get into the spoilers of the episode (you should watch tonight on NBC at 9 p.m. est), but I'll share with you what the executive producer told me about the writers' room and the process for putting the script together. “The writers' room had been hashing out a number of overlapping issues lately,” Leight told me. “The increasing number of students who've turned to p**nography to pay their tuition. How for some of those students, it's been empowering, but for others, it's led to horrific s*ut-shaming. And how a few students have been so stigmatized when their s** work becomes public, they felt driven to suicide. We also had long wanted to do an episode about how hard it is for s** workers to get justice when they are victims of s**ual a**ault. The more we talked about these issues, the more we felt they'd combine well into one episode.” Evie says at one point during the episode what could be the anthem of anyone who has ever done s** work: “I'm not a s*ut. They think just because I do p**n they can do anything they want to me.” And then she explains something that many people refuse to accept no matter how many times I try to delineate real life versus p**n life. Describing her alterego of “Roxxxanne Demay,” Evie says: “I followed a script. I created a character that was different from myself. I followed an act.” Because that's what it is. p**n is an act. p**n stars are acting. In our personal lives we are often still s**ual and flirtatious and there might be some crossover, but to categorize p**n stars and s** workers as being this lesser-status breed of women who are “unrapeable” is so offensive and mind-boggling, it physically makes my head hurt. As soon as I heard that my story was being “ripped” for an episode, my gut a**ured me that “SVU” would give a fair and balanced account “inspired by” what happened and have a strong feminist message against s*ut shaming. But soon after that, my gut turned nauseous. Happily, all of that nervous energy turned to excitement when I realized what was really happening, bottom line, through the show tackling this important topic: “SVU” was accepting the challenge of viewing consent through the lens of p**nography and s** workers, a multifaceted and very necessary dialogue. Because while Evie is brutally gangraped in a bathroom at a college party, the video evidence taken by her rapists is in no way the slam-dunk that it should be for the prosecution. Instead, it forces a question so insane, so absurd, so enraging I can barely type it without screaming. Assistant District Attorney Rafael Barba (played by Raúl Esparza) actually has to ask, “Do you believe any woman, even a p**n star, can deny s**?" I also found myself cheering whenever Sgt. Olivia Benson (played by the inimitable Mariska Hargitay) said something profound (which was like, all the time), and covering my face when things felt too real. At several points, my cheeks burned hot with rage listening to the evil defense attorney (played by Delaney Williams) who mocks and shames and aims to discredit Evie. It is brutal. It is condescending. And it brought back painful memories of the betting pools started online as to when I would k** myself, the detailed and dedicated websites all devoted to telling the world what a s*ut and who*e I am, and why I deserved to be punched and kicked and hit and destroyed. Then there was Judge Briggs (played by Richard T. Jones), who says something I have heard so many times from my friends, family and peers it practically feels like my first name: “I hope going forward you find a way to respect your body and yourself.” Yeah, thanks. I wish the same for you. I also hope you going forward you find a way to be less of a pa**ive-aggressive sanctimonious concern troll -- but you know, we can't all have everything we want, can we? After viewing the episode, I didn't get much that sleep that night. Memories of last semester came rushing back to me. My public outing and the subsequent media storm that put every private, painful detail of my life on display seemed to play over and over in my mind. The most excruciating line from the episode was from Evie, who said, “They think just because I do p**n they can do whatever they want to me.” There is this sense of ownership of p**n stars from strangers, which is, quite frankly, chilling. I've found this to be exceedingly true in these past months, as strangers behind their computer screens have threatened me with rape, murder, and public humiliation. And then there are the students who have done p**nography who have not lived to survive the hara**ment that follows, like the beautiful young woman Alyssa Funke, which is nothing short of a Shakespearean tragedy. This is a narrative that “SVU” confronts compa**ionately in the episode. The episode hit close to home to say the least. “SVU” has showed us time and time again that we should never take a character at face value, and there is so much more to a person than a tabloid headline (which in the case of this episode is: “From Straight As to XXX”) will ever reveal. I am happy that “my” character was not portrayed as a caricature of the p**n industry, but as an imperfect young woman who made some controversial choices that did not define her. Watching the episode was an emotional, at times nausea-inducing experience, and one line in particular I will never forget, as Evie tells the detectives why she will not stop doing p**n. Because, she says: “At least here when I say ‘no,' they stop.” I asked the executive producer about what he thought about this haunting moment in particular. Leight said, “The sadness comes from Evie's desperation, her absence of alternate options outside of p**n, the confiscation of her choice. It wasn't p**n that brought her to a place of isolation and depression, but rather her s**ual a**ault, her support system, and of course the academic system -- the very one she was attempting to pay for.” In other words, the s** industry wasn't the problem. Society was.