Many of us have sordid tales to tell. That stolen moment in the bathroom of a crowded party with your ex-boyfriend and your best friend. The night you finally decided to break out the handcuffs, the catsuit and the Motion Lotion. Or maybe even something as tame as the afternoon you made out with two girls in the shower.

That’s part of college, isn’t it? Spreading your sexual wings, taking flight and seeing the world from an angle you’d only before dreamed of. And most of us share these incidents with a small group of friends, if anyone, and never fret about the university or a future employer holding it against us.

But the same private time you spent with that special stranger is not a fling, but a life-altering disaster if it winds up on tape. Or at least, Rolling Stone makes this point in its latest issue in a story called “The New Sex Ed.”

The writer blames Shane’s World productions for destroying the lives of college students with it’s brand of reality-porn. The company throws a party on a college campus and combines porn stars and college kids to make an adult film.

Porn star Calli Cox, a 1999 Eastern graduate, works as a publicist for Shane’s World and is painted as a sexual predator in the RS story.

On the cover, RS promos its story as the tale of a “College Porn Nightmare.” On the inside is a photo of a young man receiving a team hummer in front of dozens of people. Although his eyes are blacked out in the photo, one can tell he definitely doesn’t appear to be having a nightmare.

Neither does Brian Buck, a student who was kicked out of Arizona State University’s student government, Sigma Nu fraternity chapter and nearly kicked out of school. He was filmed happily making out with Cox and another woman in a shower for a similar video.

RS focuses heavily on Buck’s plight to sell the idea that the appearance in a Shane’s World video is not only involuntary, but that it can ruin one’s life. The writer seems to think this randy band of porn stars live to exploit drunk college kids for what it calls “cheap, horny labor.” Cox disagrees.

“They said we seduce the students,” she told The Daily Eastern News last week. “They used words like ‘predator.’ That’s not the case.”

The RS writer’s assessment ignores a few key facts about drunk, horny college kids. First of all, I would argue that if your average college guy is sober enough to, er, perform, then he’s sober enough to know what he’s doing when two girls and a camera take aim at him.

Second, most of us are as drunk and horny in the presence of a camera as we are in the absence of one. One glance at CalliCox.com or Eastern’s unofficial Hall of Fame (eiuhalloffame.tripod.com) would confirm Cox doesn’t need to force anyone to make out with her. In Buck’s situation, I too would have hit the showers, so to speak.

Whether or not ASU, Eastern or any other college would care to admit it, variations of these activities happen here. They’re happening now, maybe on your floor or around the corner, or hell, on your front lawn.

So why is it that while no one would market their university as a place where no kinky sex takes place, catching that kinky sex on tape makes it shameful?

Porn stars, amateur and professional, get an unfair bad rap just by filling a niche in the job market. I guess America could exist without porn, but who would want it that way? The Calli Coxes, Jenna Jamesons and Taylor Hayeses are that special little spice that makes existence extra nice. And if they weren’t doing it on camera, with or without the aid of a frat party, someone somewhere is doing it off camera.

Fortunately for Cox, she said her friends have been supportive and the general public doesn’t seem to give her any crap.

Do what you like to do, on or off camera. I’ll hire you someday, even if no one else will.