Dear Farrah Abraham,
Please stop trying to pretend that your sex tape was anything more than a porno. Quite frankly, I’m sick of hearing about it. In fact, I’m kind of sick of hearing about you. The only reason I’m even writing this is because I’m hoping that once you read it you’ll stop.
First, let’s get a few things straight about your story. So, according to you, you’d hired someone to have sex with and make a sex tape with because you were bored. Then, after you’d done this in confidence, the gentleman you’d hired–porn super-star James Deen–went out and blabbed.
And this girl is where you lose me. Why would you need to hire a porn star to make a sex tape with unless you were planning on selling it? I mean, you were the one who went out and sold it yourself, so you’re the one getting the money. But really, we want to know much you’re paying James.
Oh also! Way to continue making everyone want to write about you buy very obviously going out and buying a pregnancy test to make sure you were knocked up during your sex-capade. I think TMZ put it best, “We’ve seen the tape, and you don’t get pregnant THAT way.”
Honestly Farrah, I’d have more respect for you if just came out and said you were making a porno. If that’s what you’re interested in, more power to you. Enjoy. But stop trying to fool us. You’re not that good of an actress.