I am The Thinker.

Sometimes, I think about how to make a scene for Blacks On Blondes in a new and different way, a way no one’s ever really seen interracial porn being portrayed…a way that’s fresh and new…a way that will make people think differently about any and all IR porn they view in the future…a benchmark, so to speak. Or maybe the same some sort of thing for Spunkmouth, and again, it would be something different and fresh and amazing that would just blow people away.

Sometimes, I think everything that’s been done in porn has been done, and we’re all rehashing the same old shit.

Sometimes, I think why in the world do people like handjob movies so much?

Sometimes, I think about The Velvet Underground’s first record, and how truly amazing it is, and how it stands up better now than it did even four decades ago, and what people must have thought about that record when they first heard it, and Warhol’s cover art, and Lou Reed singing heroin – it’s my life and it’s my wife and how that record changed the way people think about how music can be played. A benchmark for sure.

Sometimes, I think about the best lighting angles for a DP or a double vag scene, and how much of a pain in the ass they are to shoot.

Sometimes, I think about Cy Twombley’s early paintings, and how they speak to me.

Sometimes, I think the whole way of marketing porn through these super duper multi-site deals cheapens our business and is generally a bad idea.

Sometimes, I think about booking Spring Thomas for a 10 man blow-bang, wherein she just drops to her knees, opens her mouth, and 10 brothers – all waiting in line – unload directly into it. No sucking. No fucking. No bullshit sceanrios. They just unload in her pretty little pie-hole.

Sometimes, I think about what I’m going to do when I no longer have to think about Spring Thomas and DP’s and double vag scenes and 10 man blow-bangs and Spunkmouths.

Sometimes, I think about how fucking extraodinary Kind of Blue is, and how nothing I will ever do in my entire creative life will ever come remotely close to comparing to it.

Sometimes, I think I’d like to start a new website in which a girl straps on a dildo, fucks a dude really hard with it, and then ATM’s the dude…and I’d call it something like HisFirstATM.com

Sometimes, I think about Jack Kerouac, and about the week they hired him at the Blue Note in 1957 to read from his new novel, On The Road, and how drunk he was that entire week, and how one of the greatest readers in literary history struggled through every word because he was so drunk, and how hardly anyone showed up on the first day, and by day three literally no one showed up, so they cancelled his last few days there, or maybe he just didn’t show up anymore, and how much I would have liked to have been alive in 1957 and there to witness every single day of it.

Sometimes, I think there’s way more gay guys in the world than anyone imagines – and there’s absloutely nothing wrong with that.

Sometimes, I think porn plays a large role in the moral decline of our society, but most of the time I don’t.

I am The Thinker.