from www.thepinkcross.org – Former porn star Megan aka Jessi Summers shares her powerful story how she escaped porn. She also speaks candidly about the illegal drugs, STDs and horrific work conditions in porn. Megan was active in the porn industry from 2005-2010.

My young life was chaotic. I had an alcoholic mother and no father around. I was sexually abused for the first time at 4 years old. It continued until I was nine when the man that had been abusing me finally moved away.

At 11 years old I got myself up and got a ride to church every Sunday, I even went through classes and got baptized!

Unfortunately I strayed from the church and lost my virginity at 12 to my first boyfriend who was 3 years older than me. I soon became pregnant and had my first abortion. It was heartbreaking and I feel guilty to this day for it.

My teen years weren’t much better. I was a good student but rarely went to school I moved out for the first time at 15 with my boyfriend who was 11 years older than me. Then moved back home until my mom decided she was moving to Reno to be with family and she didn’t want to bring me with her!

I continued to move from guy to guy to try and find love and to feel complete when God was waiting for me all along, I just didn’t realize it yet.

At 17 I was hard into cocaine, and meth. I planned on either stripping or doing porn. To me it made sense. I hated myself so much and felt like such a reject that I really didn’t care what the consequences of my actions were. I woke up every day wanting to die.

So I found an ad in one of the local papers to be in a porn movie and I went and did it. I felt dirty, totally hollow, like my soul had just been sucked out of me, but I had so many people telling me how pretty I was and that I would make it big if I moved down to California, they even set me up with an agent! I finally felt like I was someone, like I was valuable even if I had to do something that made me feel so empty and sad (which I had been doing most of my life anyway).

I did around 60 films in the time I was in porn and managed to get herpes and had gonorrhea or chlamydia countless times. My agent that was so close to me and I truly felt like we were friends kicked me out of the agency house when I found out I had herpes.

I did gonzo porn to start out and it was the most degrading, embarrassing, horrible thing ever! I had to shoot an interactive DVD which takes hours and hours of shooting time with a 104 degree fever! I was crying and wanted to leave but my agent wouldn’t let me he said he couldn’t let me flake on it.

I also did a scene where I was put with male talent that was on my no list. I wanted to please them so I did it. He put his foot on my head and stepped on it while he was doing me from behind. I freaked out and started balling; they stopped filming and sent me home with reduced pay since they got some shot but not the whole scene.

People in the business are so fake. Like a certain man (I won’t mention his name but I really want to keep other women away from him) signed a contract to build a website for me and I would see a certain amount of the profit. I have not gotten a cent from him to this day.

So I was homeless living in a shoot house with a few porn stars, for a little bit until I found yet another man to move in with. One of the people I lived with is dead according to Shelley’s dead porn star list.

I just want young girls to know it’s not a glamorous life. its gross, dirty, everyone has diseases and do not care who they give them to, agents will screw you over, friends will turn their backs on you, it’s all about the money no one cares if you are hurt, a complete junkie, anorexic, on the verge of suicide, or highly depressed, as long as you can still make them money, but the second you get herpes or hurt its like they never knew you in the first place.

And don’t forget the DVDs will stay out there for years after you quit. There will be stuff on the internet, people will know who you are when you start a normal job and they will judge you on it.

God saved me in a miraculous way. It happened one night when I was up at my apartment in Oregon (I lived in the agency house for 2-3 weeks and took a week off and flew back to Oregon every month).

My best friend and partner in crime at the time were trying to get our hands on some cocaine. We were bored and wanted to party. We kept calling and texting everyone we knew. No one had any.

Then finally after hours of trying to get some a friend called me and said he had some. While he was talking to me we had already gotten in the car and were speeding to his house which was about 45 minutes away from where we were at.

So we got there and went up to the door, he let us in. There were a few other people there I didn’t know. He informed us that he in fact did not have the eight ball he had promised, but he had mesculine instead. At this point in my life (I was 19) I had never tried hallucinogens knowingly (I had gotten laced weed a couple times). I was pissed and I let him know it, but he said he would give us a discount on the mesculine and it was really fun.

My friend and I were both finding to numb ourselves so we decided to do it. He took out a couple cookies and took out a dropper of liquid he gave my friend (who weighed much more than I) two drops, she ate it. Then he did 6 drops on mine and I was fine with that I figured I had such a tolerance for other drugs this would be just the same.

We drove back home, neither of us felt anything. I called him up and bitched him out; he swore we would feel something soon. Well my friend got bored and said she wanted to go out so she started getting ready. If I didn’t have drugs in my system I would go nowhere I was kind of like a hermit when I wasn’t high.

Then all of the sudden the blinds to my patio started to move, and I thought oh no it’s starting… My friend left with her boyfriend. I was stuck on the couch watching the blinds. Then a few minutes after she left my fingers started to go numb, then my hands, then my arms… before I knew it I was scrambling trying to make a phone call to someone who could help me.

I thought I was finally going to get my wish, I thought I was going to die. I soon realized I didn’t want to die, I wanted to live and the only way to do that was to call someone for help. I was too afraid to call 911. I called my boyfriend. He got mad that I had taken mesculine and hung up, and then I called my god mother who lived close by. She came and got me I guess (I don’t remember anything after the phone call to her).

She took me to her house and laid me on the couch. She said I was pretty much unresponsive, the only way she knew I wasn’t dead was the fact I was still breathing and I could squeeze her hand after she squeezed mine.

What was going on in my head during this time was wonderful and horrible at the same time.

I heard this voice that I learn in my hallucinogen induced coma to be God. God was asking me simple questions like when was the last time I ate? My answer: Days, I finally realized I was starving.

God asked when the last time I slept was? My answer: days. I realized I was exhausted. God gave me a seat to sit down.

Then the demons came. God told me to keep looking at him and ignore them. I kept my eyes glued to the shining light that surrounded the most beautiful loving eyes.

When I looked in them I felt the most love I have ever felt, I felt totally submerged in love and happiness, but I couldn’t help but to feel and see the most horrid looking monsters I had ever seen ripping my flesh and scratching my limbs out of the corner of my eyes, along with the most horrible noises I have ever heard in my life! I tried my hardest to keep focused on God and ignore these demons that were tearing me apart.

God gave me rules to live by. He told me I had to eat; I could no longer starve myself. God told me to quit drugs. And he let me know all the music I listened to and people I idolized was all fake. I didn’t need to try and live the life that I saw on TV. I needed to be who He intended me to be.

God let me know he wanted me to go to school, and he wanted me to write. There are certain things in my hallucination he told me that I was told never to repeat, but they were wise words of wisdom.

Then God said he had to let me go and I couldn’t come with him yet. I felt the most sadness I have ever felt, and that’s saying a lot seeing as how I have been clinically depressed for most of my life! I said okay and I felt myself being sucked down, it was almost like falling.

I woke up. I was in my Godmothers bed, my body was sore and my ears were hurting and ringing from all the terrible noises I had been subjected to. Everything around me looked so dull and colorless, nothing looked like it used to. I thought the world had ended, and in a way my old world had ended at this point.

My god mother took me back to my apartment. My friend was there with her boyfriend. They asked me where I had been. I told them I was at my godmothers casually, afraid to tell them about this scary yet incredible hallucination I had just endured.

Silly me I took off back to California. I figured what I had seen was nothing, although the thought of God telling me my purpose and telling me what I was doing was wrong stuck with me.

Soon after going back I found out I had herpes and got thrown out of my agencies house like trash. They even stole my clothes, and bedroom set. Anything I didn’t take with me that day in my friend’s car was not there when I returned.

I felt like God was trying to show me this wasn’t the way, but I still ignored him. I moved into a shoot house with a few people. Well we didn’t really move in we just stayed there without real permission from the two men that rented it, but they were nice enough to let us stay as long as we acted as extras and “acted” in movies for them.

There were drugs everywhere in this house, actually one of the guys that rented the house died of an overdose (God bless his soul.) I numbed myself with drugs and alcohol daily. I didn’t leave the house. I just stayed there and got sloshed, I was totally ignoring that voice that told me what I was doing was wrong.

Until one night a man stopped by and for some reason when we were alone and hanging out I told him about what happened to me and that God had told me what I was doing was wrong and I was tired and wanted out.

The next day I moved to Hollywood with him. It was nice. His apartment was quiet. I knew I could get off drugs living with him, seeing as how he didn’t drink or do drugs and worked out every day.

When I got my strength back I started working out with him every day, and I would go to the pool on the roof, tan and read the bible.

Psalms 1:1-3 became my favorite scripture to read.

1.Who forgiveth all thine in Happy are those who do not follow the advice of the wicked, or take the path that sinners tread, or sit in the seat of scoffers; 2. but their delight is in the law of the Lord, and on his law they meditate day and night. 3 They are like trees planted by streams of water, which yield their fruit in its season, and their leaves do not wither. In all that they do, they prosper.

I began to pray and read scripture all of the time. The man I was living with did help me sober up but he wanted me to continue to shoot porn movies (He was a camera guy for a producer who is now dead as well, God bless his soul).

I left him and moved in with a barista from Starbucks. He was renting a room and I had my whole life (or what was left of it that the agency girls didn’t steal) in my car. I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

I started going to church every Sunday and I would cry through every sermon. I felt I had betrayed God and there’s no way he could ever forgive me, but soon I realized he had I just needed to forgive myself.

I moved back to Oregon as soon as I could and started my recovery. It was very difficult with no money and a messed up head from years of using cocaine and meth, but I managed to do it. I started to see a counselor, I continued to read scripture and pray.
The last few years have been focused on my spiritual, emotional, mental, and physical recovery. I still am damaged and traumatized from what I put myself through and others put me through in the Adult Industry.

I now have a fiancé, a wonderful little boy, I have graduated school to become an esthetician, and I am still praying and reading scripture. Recently I have not been attending church.

I have been diagnosed with fibromyalgia recently and it has hindered my life quite a bit, but I am thankful to God for giving me a doctor who knew enough about my condition to diagnose me and refer me to the Frida center which is a whole practice just focused on fibromyalgia! I pray they can help me with my condition so I can be up and moving and not in so much pain. I ask others to please pray for help with my condition. Prayer is very powerful and I believe it will aid in getting control over my illness.

Megan writes to Shelley:

I found your site awhile ago and just reading your story and others storys really helped me to stay strong. Thank you for helping me to get my story out there just as God willed me to do!
Thank you,
Megan

Shelley: Please pray for Megan to be completely healed from fibromyalgia and that the LORD would bless her marriage and family and open doors for her to use her writing gift to bless millions. If you would like to send a message to Megan, please email it to [email protected] and we will forward it for you.