I interviewed Sasha Knox February 7, 2006. She told a different story then.
Now she’s returned to her real name and she’s chaste and cohosting the Bad Ass Frank show.
Joe says:
She was the smarter of the porn girls who appeared in Fox’s My Bare Lady. She lost to Kristen Price on looks.
During that show, she confessed she was a sex addict and was fired from her pre-porn jobs for sleeping around.
During her porn career Sasha has quite a following on ADT because of her girl next door look and her disposition for doing hardcore anal sex scenes and other type of gonzo. She famously drank her own urine in a yahoogroup webcam sesion. But she never looked too comfortable in her scenes which got me to the question, why she even subject herself to that, only for the money? Selfloathing? It seems so reading her blog.
"For nine years I allowed my self to be abused and taken advantage of. I went out of my way to destroy myself and I choose sex as my weapon."
How many girls like that are in porn today? Sasha Grey? Is it a coincidence their porn name is Sasha?
One day in ADT Sasha Knox posted out of the blue, "I’m done with porn" and took down her Myspace and stopped posting.
Her new blog is well-written. She doesn’t talk about her porn past directly.
On July 30, 2007 she blogs:
I was 13 years old and living in Piney Ridge Center in Waynesville, MO. In February of that same year a nurse shoved a pamphlet under my overly medicated nose that depicted happy children riding horse back and bowling and cannoning. Even though I was underage I had to sign a paper stating that I knew what Piney Ridge Center was and why I was going there. I didn’t know my ass from my elbow at this particular time in my life; all I knew was that I didn’t have to go to Juvenile Detention and that there would be arts and crafts. I signed away. But honestly 1997 isn’t really about my time in a children’s mental institution, it’s mostly about the fact that the first Harry Potter book was released that year.
A bout a year previous to that I was sitting in a doctor’s office, waiting for my grandmother. A ragged copy of “Highlights” magazine was in front of me. In this copy of highlights was a chapter from “Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone”. I fell in love. Swooned actually! I made a mental note to speak with my schools librarian to find out how to acquire it since it didn’t seem to be available yet."
On August 1, 2007, she posts: "I made the choice to be celibate and not date for ONE YEAR and I am going to stick to that. Yes I’d love the affection and attention of a boyfriend, and yes I’d love to spend a few hours in between the legs of a few of my female friends but nothing worth doing ever came easy and I owe it to myself to carry out a choice I made all those months ago."
On August 23, she posts: "I’m more stable now then I have ever been in my entire life. I have goals and plans and I get up everyday and live my life the way I want to. I have fun, I have friends and I have a damn good job. I’m proud and excited about the person I am. And I am proud of my big expensive over the top tattoo’s. If you cannot handle that then don’t look at me below the knees. I did not ask your advice because I did not want to be talked out of my decision. I am not so insane that I cannot see your side of the story, but its not fair for you to push it on me and make me feel like I’m crazy cause I did something you would never do."
On August 24, she posts:
I thought of what I had put my body through since the age of losing my virginity. (Which was just a hair over 12 years old). And as I started therapy and began knowing the truth about my self I realized I had given up control of my soul by being so “free” with my body. And its not just how many partners I have had. (LOTS) It goes so far as how often I wanted to have sex with any particular lover. Sex became like I tick, a compulsion and I can remember times when I had just had sex and would want to have sex literally again right afterwards. (And not because I wasn’t satisfied, trust me, if you look at me hard enough I have an orgasm.) I was 15 years old the day I had sex with 6 different partners in one afternoon. I remember thinking I was such hot stuff. One can only imagine what the boys actually thought of me. ::sighs and laughs:: Unfortunately sleeping with a large group of male friends all in the same day is one of the lesser distasteful things I have done with my body. So, without being to vulgar, you see now where I am coming from. For nine years I allowed my self to be abused and taken advantage of. I went out of my way to destroy myself and I choose sex as my weapon.
On August 30, she posts: "At first I cried constantly. From fear and then anger and then boredom. But finally I just couldn’t cry anymore. After I exhausted the chance that I could escape I started telling my self stories. Memories, fantasies, daydreams. It’s been the only thing that has kept me sane. Who knew a colorful imagination would some day save your life."