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Author & Photographer:

Liza Van der Stock ,

The house where Maurice, Laura and Eva live. They live upstairs and downstairs porn movies are shot and erotic parties take place.

Maurice, Laura and Eva in the morning getting ready for school and work.

Laura and Eva going to the supermarket.

Eva and her friend Roosje at the riding school.

2018 Primetime Emmy

& James Beard Award Winner

Photographer Liza Van Der Stock’s intimate project about a porn-producing family in Flanders was shortlisted for the 2015 Sony World Photography Awards.
In a Flemish village outside of Turnhout, Belgium, Laura and Maurice live together with their daughter Eva. They have all the trappings of a normal family, but when 9-year-old Eva is at school, Maurice and Laura start their day jobs as porn producers.
I photographed the family for two years for my project called Paradi$e Lu$t. They’ve given me unfettered access to both their personal and professional lives. The duo, more than anything, are small business owners: together they started a production company called “Stout!” around a decade ago. It’s still a modest operation: they produce the movies and both work the camera. And, from time to time, they are the porn stars as well.
Like Maurice and Laura, their other actors are ordinary people. They’re fathers and neighbors. Salesmen and postmen. The sex and the bodies are very real, not fake, not glamorous.
Maurice and Laura used to live above an erotic club they owned and filmed in, but they moved out to the quieter village once Eva got a little older. The most interesting thing about the village life was the process of gaining their new community’s acceptance. When Eva was new in her school there were some children who couldn’t play with her because their parents didn’t allow it. Laura really wanted everybody to accept them, so she threw a very big party for Eva’s birthday. She cleaned the house for two days and made it totally sex-free. She invited everybody from the school, also the parents. People came to realize that they are just normal people and since then she organizes the party each year.
Maurice and Laura are always very honest with Eva. They don’t want to lie to her. But of course they informed her about their job in words she can understand. She knows that they had a bar where naked people came to have a drink and to dance. Eva has a really good relationship with her parents and their job has never been an obstacle. And in my time with them, I saw a warm family with a very normal life that really separated their work life from their personal life. A moment I remember very well was when Eva received her first communion in church. Laura was very involved in the ceremony and afterwards there was a party in their new café. Friends and family came along and it was a very good day. In the porn Laura and Maurice make, actors are captured on tape as they are. My project aims to portray the family with that same humanity.
See more of Van der Stock’s work at www.lizavanderstock.com .
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What It Means To Give Birth On Country
The Delivery Room

“Help! My Toddler Won’t Stop Biting Other Kids”
This Glorious Mess

When this story came to us, we all reeled, and you probably will too. The mother who wrote to us describes her account as raw and disturbing. It’s also very graphic in parts and we thought long and hard about whether to edit those parts out. But you know what? There’s nothing sanitised about child abuse and the details are part of the bigger picture. We hope that reading this (and sharing it) will enable more of us in the community to report child abuse if we suspect something may be occurring.
WARNING: The following content includes graphic descriptions of child abuse. If this is a troubling subject for you, you may not want to read the below story. Jane* writes:
“This is one of those stories that you hear, that you never think would happen to you, because you’re ‘not one of those people’ or some other excuse that seems easy.
I have two amazingly beautiful children. Both boys.
They’re eight and five. My eight-year-old is the quiet one, a thinker, sporty, very handsome, very caring. He’s very easy to talk to, but not very expressive. My younger is the opposite. Very strong willed, never stops talking, amazingly clever. Will outwit you in any argument, with eyes to kill. They are chalk and cheese, like most brothers. But they love each other dearly. They are my babies.
Their father and I split four and a half years ago, I took a 60% primary care arrangement when we split. We always kept everything civil and out of the courts. Life was less complex that way. Holidays were usually shared half and half. Week on / week off.
He does this begrudgingly.
In the October school holidays last year my boys went to stay with their paternal grandparents and their 14-year-old cousin for a little over a week. I spoke to them most nights. I missed them a lot.
When they got home they started waking through the night, throwing tantrums that I wasn’t used to seeing from them. My eight-year-old would go from happy to neurotically upset over the tiniest things. I received an unprompted call from their father on a Monday night saying that something had happened whilst they were away with his parents, that their cousin had shown my 8yo how to masturbate.
I came home from work early the next day. Picked the kids up from school, had a nice afternoon tea. We talked about our day, about what we wanted to cook for dinner, and then I asked them if there was anything else they wanted to talk to mummy about. It’s amazing when you give children the opportunity to talk, and they want to talk about something, the amount of information that comes flooding out. Information that when they had tried to talk to their father, he’d shut them down and made them promise not to tell their mother.
They sat there and told me this detail of nine days of systematic abuse. Detail you never want to hear come out of a five-year-old’s mouth. Words that sound wrong coming from children. They told me how their cousin would take away all the toys, their snacks and their drinks, and would put them in the cupboard. The only way that they could have these things was by letting him play with their penis, by ‘pulling the skin that covers the blue bit’, by him playing with his penis til the white stuff came out all over them. He tried to put his penis in their bottoms. He performed and forced oral sex on them. My five- and eight-year-old children.
Yes, he did all these things whilst there were adults in the house.
The boys were too scared to talk. He would hit them and ‘punish’ them if they tried to talk to their nanna about what was happening. He found opportune moments like early mornings, or dinner preparation time, when the only adult in the house was at the stove. He waited til it was ‘afternoon play time’ and they were sent to the rumpus room to watch movies.
No one, including their grandparents, had any idea what was going on until my boys came home. Nine days.
During that time, their other cousins came to visit on a couple of occasions also. Two girls aged four and six. Need I say more?
They tried to talk to their father, and they were shut down. Thankfully, his girlfriend is a child care worker, and as such reported the incident to DOCS. I still wonder if this is the only reason he called me to tell me something had happened, or if he would have tried to keep it swept under the rug.
DOCS contacted me within days. As did Child Protection Services, the Police, and then the Courts got involved.
I have an AVO taken out against their cousin. The parents of the girls refuse to acknowledge that anything ever happened, regardless of the statements that the girls made.
My eight-year-old has become suicidal.
That sentence doesn’t sound right does it? How does an eight-year-old dwell on death? Because he feels responsible for what happened to his five-year-old brother. Because he couldn’t stop it from happening. Because the thoughts of what happened don’t belong in the head of an eight-year-old. He can’t comprehend it all. It all became too much to carry for him and his sensitive little soul.
They say that my eight-year-old has been groomed for the last couple of years. That his cousin has been showing him porn magazines, asking him leading questions, getting him comfortable with the idea. They also think that he’s been abused himself, probably by his mother and step-father. To me, this doesn’t make it ok. It doesn’t make it understandable. I still feel no compassion towards that 14-year-old boy, even knowing that perhaps he’s been through hell himself. All it does is begin to explain how a child of 14 can be so twisted.
The last six months have been tough. The boys are traumatized and they are in weekly counselling. This is provided by specialist child protection counsellors. They are great. Really really great. The detectives that I dealt with, I cannot regard highly enough. Everyone constantly whinges about the police, but these ladies, I take my hat off to them. What they see daily, how they help families, families that are falling apart due to something completely out of their control.
The boys live with me full time now. They’re finally starting to settle. They’re starting to be children again. Happy children. Even my eight-year-old is on the road to being a happier child.
I was rebuilding a family with a new man. That relationship has fallen apart. That makes me incredibly sad. He is gone. The pressure on our relationship was too great, for many reasons. There is no fault in this.
In my mind, I’m the strong one. The one who has to hold it all together so that my boys can see that there is light at the end of the tunnel. Life does go on. My boys can get over this, and not repeat the actions that have been so cruelly pushed on to them in such an unjust and unfair way.
Me? I’m terrified. I don’t talk about it; how terrified I am. Not to anyone. I don’t have that right. People don’t understand. I can’t sit down over a cup of coffee with a girlfriend and begin to explain. There is no common ground to be able to empathise on. It is a very lonely feeling.
I wrote this all down for two reasons. Not for pity or understanding. I wrote it so that maybe, somehow, someone reads this and knows that they are not on their own having lived through something similar. I wrote this so that if you see some odd behaviour, rather than disregarding it, you might think back to the story of my children and put a stop to it. Please. Children are so very precious.
Secondly, I wrote this to get it off my chest, so that it’s no longer just thoughts that I have to keep to myself. Sharing this with those who choose to read it – that’s not going to make it go away, but it might help me be a better, stronger mother. It might help in some small way, somehow. Writing is therapeutic. Thank you for listening.”
If you are concerned about the welfare of a child you can get advice from The Child Abuse Prevention hotline on: 1800 688 009 or visit http://www.childabuseprevention.com.au/ or call The Child Abuse Report Line on: 131 478 (Open 24 hours).

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5 Possible signs of sexual abuse
The main message from survivors is about the importance of paying attention to children’s behaviour. If children are being sexually abused, there may be physical signs such as bleeding from the vagina or anus (back passage), sexually transmitted infections (STIs) or poor hygiene. However, signs in a child’s behaviour are more likely. These include:
* Significant changes in behaviour, aggressive behaviour or regression to an earlier stage of development (for example bedwetting)
* Sexual behaviour that is not appropriate to the child’s age
* Depression or social withdrawal
* Getting into trouble at school (sometimes to avoid going home)
* Self-harming behaviours (for example self-mutilation, suicide attempts or prostitution).
Talking with children about abuse
If the child appears to be under stress, encourage them to talk. Children will often tell little bits of information at a time to test the reactions of adults. To help a child who is being abused to talk about it, it’s important to:
* Encourage the child to tell you about what is happening.
* Stay calm and listen. Gently ask what happened next rather than asking why.
* Don’t rush the child.
* Reassure them that they have done nothing wrong.
* Be supportive and let them know you believe them.
* Don’t tell them you will keep it a secret.
If you believe the child may be being abused, report your concerns immediately to the appropriate person in your own organisation and the Child Protection Service. If you are concerned about the welfare of a child you can get advice from The Child Abuse Prevention hotline on: 1800 688 009 or visit http://www.childabuseprevention.com.au/ or call The Child Abuse Report Line on: 131 478 (Open 24 hours).

I'm so sorry this happened to your boys (and to you), and I'm glad that they seem to be headed in the direction of being largely O.K. Probably what will make it easier for them to move past it is that their cousin used manipulation but never used force. From the ages of 10 to 14 I was babysat on weekends by a male cousin who was 4 1/2 years older than me and he would use the fact that i was a bedwetter to blackmail me into humiliating punishments that almost always involved me being stripped nude., He would start off by walking me into the bathroom and ordering me to undress in front of him and get into the tub for my bath. Like most bedwetters, I was at least 5 times more modest than another boy of the same age, and I would always refuse to take my underwear off in front of him. He would then unzip his pants and aim his penis at my face and tell me I had to the count of five to get my underwear off. I still couldn't bring myself to be fully exposed in his view, so he would "show me how my mattress felt" and begin urinating in my face. He would usually stop and start the flow of urine to prolong my degradation, and I would start crying as his pee trickled down my almost naked body. He would then tie my hands behind my back and make my worst nightmare come true by removing my underwear and staring at my exposed penis. He would ridicule the size of my genitals AND the fact that I was "as bald as a baby". He would then bathe me from head to toe as I squirmed, always washing my genitals "extra clean", manipulating my foreskin until I had an erection in front of him. He would then tell me I couldn't put any clothes on until I'd sucked on his penis. He would then urinate in my mouth and make me swallow his semen. The worst was when he would charge neighborhood girls money to watch my bath OR to squirt soap on their hands and "wash" me wherever they wanted! Once I was 13 and had started to develop puberty wise, interested boys from the ages of 5 to 11 were allowed to bathe me after he took my glasses off, plugged the drain, and gave everyone a chance to pee on me, sometimes filling the tub to the halfway point. After my experience I would NEVER leave a child with an older male cousin unless an adult was watching them NON-STOP!
This story really touched my heart because I was sexually, mentally, and physically abused by my step dad. I have never met my actual parents before but I know that my biological mother left me with my step dad who she then left and he was a really mean person. He started touching me when I turned two up until the age of 8. I thought it was normal for parents to do that but I guess I was wrong. I never told anyone, I ended up leaving hi house because my teachers at school started notices bruises because when I didn't do what he wanted me to, he would beat me. I don't tell any one this because I don't want them to look at me any differently and because being sexually abused (raped) isn't something you want people to know. Up until this day I thought it was my fault and I deserved it, but after reading this story, and reading others comments, I know its not my fault.

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