Annabel Chong : Sex: The Annabel Chong Story

Robin Askew meets porn star Annabel Chong to discuss her infamous DVD documentary Sex: The Annabel Chong Story

[See also: Make Your Own Porn Movie: An interview with UK porn director Anna Span]

“Oh my god – this couple just turned around and gave me a dirty look!” Annabel Chong giggles like a schoolgirl. “It’s like, no sex please we’re British.” Perhaps unwisely, she’d stepped outside her film company’s noisy office to do this interview in the street over her mobile phone, and had spent 20 minutes chatting chirpily about blow-jobs and erections. Strange that she should be so easily embarrassed, mind. Ms. Chong’s claim to fame is that back in 1995 she set a new world record by having sex with 251 men in ten hours, the whole event being recorded on film and subsequently edited down to a brisk four hours to become a bestselling hardcore porn vid. Also on hand was a documentary crew making Sex: The Annabel Chong Story, which was the hottest ticket at the last year’s Sundance festival of independent film.

She has always insisted the big gang-bang was a feminist statement, turning the tables on men to reduce them to a succession of cocks of varying degrees of tumescence. There’s a debate to be had about whether pornography degrades women, and whether the appropriate response is to degrade men right back again. But it’s a monumentally boring one. Everyone knows where they stand and if you really want it rehashed once again, leave Spike right now and turn to the Guardian women’s page, where they’re certain to oblige. Opportunities to interview porn icons, especially those as articulate and forthright as Annabel Chong, are few and far between, so I decided to seek answers to the questions people really want asked. After polling a handful of mates of both sexes, who may or may not be more sleazy than the average Spike reader (you decide), I found these boiled down to variations on four themes. Let’s get them out of the way before we go any further.

Annabel Chong.

So Annabel, did you come? “Sporadically, I did. But it’s very much like running a marathon. You go through stretches where it’s just incredibly boring, incredibly awful. And you get to certain stretches where you’re just running on air. That was where I really got into it and enjoyed it. I’ve always enjoyed extreme sexual situations, and this was certainly one of them. There are some people – they may not be Tom Cruise, let’s say – but they’re very comfortable with their bodies and their own sexuality. I find that ultimately more attractive than a stud who’s just neurotic about what he looks like, posing in front of the camera and losing his hard-on. That’s just not very appealing, is it?”

What proportion of the men failed to get it up, then? “About 66% were not able to perform. And between you and me, I would have to say that if I were a bloke I would have tremendous difficulty performing. I think I’d get this performance anxiety attack and just fail. And up to this day, I really wonder why a lot of the men decided to do it. It’s bad enough to fail but it’s even worse to fail on video, where their grandchildren could check it out: ‘Oh my god, grandpa’s such a loser. He couldn’t even get it up.’ Terribly embarrassing I would think.”

Given that they were recruited through porn mags, weren’t you at all concerned that the men would turn out to be revolting, rancid weirdos? “Oh, they were rather revolting, some of them. But the whole point of the entire exercise was not to pick out 251 studs. It’s more like the idea of the UN.”

I’m sorry? “You know, the United Nations. You get a little bit of everything. A little sampling of every single shape, size and, you know . . . colour, I guess.”

Sex DVD cover

Weren’t you terribly sore afterwards? “Well, in actual fact if you watch the four-hour gang bang tape itself, you will realise that a lot of the things were fudged in editing to make it look as though more sex took place. So it really wasn’t that many men.”

Hang on. It says here that there were 251 of them. Have we been diddled? “But they just moved them along really quickly. There was some humping, but not quite that much. It’s actually less sex than if a woman is having sex with a man for 10 hours straight. Now that’s a lot of sex.”

Sex is a fascinating and occasionally unsettling film, whose subject comes across as a complicated young woman, alternately assertive and thoughtful, damaged and deluded. The gang-bang itself is one of the least erotic things you’ll ever see. Silvery pony-tailed Brit director John Bowen, whose nom de porn is John T. Bone, also acts as cock wrangler, leading the leering fornicators in groups of five up onto a plinth where Ms. Chong waits to receive them. We also meet her creepy middle-aged fan club organiser, some sneery rival porn stars at a convention (“I do film noirs (sic),” sniffs the star of Bitches of Hollywood), and watch Annabel playing up to a Jerry Springer audience and charming undergraduates at a Cambridge Union debate. But the story behind the documentary turns out to be even more fascinating. Nowhere is the viewer informed that the director, Gough Lewis, was shagging his subject. Now he’s apparently “gone AWOL” and she’s agreed to publicise the film to put right what she claims are misrepresentations. What’s more, she’s now making her own film about what it’s like to be the subject of a documentary. “I get more self-reflective every day,” she quips.

Annabel Chong was born Grace Quek (pronounced “quake”) in Singapore, 1972. Her Christian parents (mum’s a piano teacher, dad’s a schoolteacher) sent her to convent school and encouraged her to study law but her “dwindling religious faith and burgeoning sexuality” were already causing problems. In a traumatic ritual, she was exorcised in a local church at the age of 17. In 1991, she moved to London to attend King’s College and thence to America and the University of Southern California, where she was so enraged by feminist theory that she took to porn as a kind of practical adjunct to her gender studies course.

Although she still has a tendency to address each question as though it were one of her college essays, to be fielded with maximum cultural studies jargon, Annabel/Grace (“‘Who am I?’ is a question I constantly ask myself”) now seems a great deal more assured than she does in the film. “It’s rather mortifying to look back and think to myself, oh my god, was I that vulnerable?” she admits. “But maybe I was.”

One of the more disturbing scenes shows Annabel cutting herself, the clear implication being that the porn industry has driven her to self-harm. In fact, she says, the sequence was shot on the day that she and the director split up, and both of them were doing it. “I don’t know what came over me. It’s not one of the prouder moments of my life, but when I saw the film I was really astonished to find that he didn’t include the entire context.”

Even more worrying, we learn that not only has Bowen yet to pay her the $10,000 she was promised to take part in the gang bang, but the assurances she was given about the men being tested for HIV were untrue. “I was terribly disturbed by that. I felt extremely betrayed by the fact that they didn’t take the health precautions I thought they did,” she says angrily.

Late in the film, it’s revealed that she was gang raped while in London in 1991. The viewer is invited to conclude that her penchant for group sex flicks (‘I Can’t Believe I Did the Whole Team’, ‘All I Want For Christmas is a Gang Bang’) is born of a desire to regain control over this part of her life. She thinks that’s too simplistic an explanation. “Nobody ever does anything for any single motivation. I felt that it was a cop out for Gough to say that A caused B, because there’s actually more of a story behind the entire rape event. The immediate outcome of it was that I was sent through the legal system and National Health Service counselling system, which was incredibly dehumanising. I felt that I was nothing but a statistic. Then I looked back on my entire life in Singapore and realised that all my life I had been processed. I led the perfect life. I went to all the right schools, I attended the right social functions, hung out in the country club, went to church, got the humanities scholarship. I was the perfect child, but none of it was really my choice. First thing I did was to quit law school and go to art school. It was a big issue. My relatives, bless them, actually called my parents to offer their condolences. ‘She’s going to starve. We feel so sorry for you.’ So it affected me in the sense that control became a huge issue in my life. I think what you see in the documentary is the process of regaining control, and it really is a work in progress. Even today, I’m asking myself whether I’m in control of situations.”

These days she’s made up with her parents, who were unaware of their daughter’s novel career and a little baffled by her popularity when the documentary was being filmed. Partly as a result of her experiences of being exploited in front of the camera, she’s now decided to go behind it, producing her own porn. And she’s on a crusade. “What I’m trying to do is to target market my product towards a younger crowd, which no one is really addressing right now. Or at least to make it more contemporary. I mean what’s up with the big hair? It’s so over. So eighties.”

Annabel Chong

Do you really think porn consumers look at the hairstyles though, Annabel? “Well, if I was a bloke, I wouldn’t want all that frizzy hair crackling all over my blow-job. It just seems rather intimidating. It’s like being blown by a hedgehog. I don’t think it’s very aesthetic. Men have to have jerk off somehow. They need to have a wank over some images of people getting it on. They’re just going to buy whatever’s out there. And if there’s product out there that’s done rather well – like the films from the ’70s, which I really admire – the women actually do look like women, which is kind of nice. Because nowadays the women don’t look like women – they look like drag queens. And half the time I’m just sitting there thinking, they don’t look terribly female do they? As a female viewer that bothers me, because I want to be able to relate to the person onscreen when I’m doing my own private thing.

“I may not know necessarily what good pornography is,” she concedes. “I know what I like, so I’m just going to make what I like and hopefully it will sell.”

Of course, it won’t sell over here because we have some of the most draconian censorship laws in the world. “I thought about that when I was coming over here. I really believe that when you talk about banning porn because it’s exploitative of women or because it’s obscene, then it’s terribly fascist. A lot of people derive enjoyment from watching adult films. I certainly do. I have been a porn consumer for years, and proud to be one. I think a lot of things are more obscene than the average porn film. Like ‘Patch Adams’, the Robin Williams film. I think that’s incredibly obscene – it’s like total emotional pornography.”

What with the porn and the documentary and her journalism and art exhibitions, there’s just one thing Annabel doesn’t have time for anymore. “Your average Brit probably has a better sex life than me,” she moans. And on that cheering note, I bid her farewell.

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One Response to Annabel Chong : Sex: The Annabel Chong Story

  1. lindsay says:

    good interview. i haven’t seen annabel’s documentary because i heard it was VERY hard to watch and depressing as hell, but she seems like a very intelligent woman and i truly belive that she can do anything she sets her mind to. i agree with alot of what she says, but the part about the gang-bang that she didn’t even get paid for being some kind of a feminist statement is absurd. she kind of reminds me of sasha grey with all that nonsense. why do all the porn stars who have done the nastiest, filthiest s*it think they are some kind of feminist icons? hey annabel, look at jenna jameson and tera patrick-now THOSE are some(ex)porn star feminist icons! they are both strong, sexy and succesfull women that always had complete and total control of their careers and never did anything they didn’t want to do, built their own production companies and are both multi-millionaires and at the top of their game. (and neither would EVER let themselves get taken advantage of the way you have allowed yourself to)anyways,i don’t think less of annabel, i just think some of her views are a little skewed, but i really do wish her the best.

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