I’ve been so busy shooting lately that I thought I’d post a quickie. A pretty amazing quickie, too…if you ask me.

My pal Noah hits some of the chat boards, and he sent this to me. According to the person who posted this pic, it’s Riley Mason. Her “before” picture.

I can’t tell you with absolute certainy it’s her, but it would make perfect sense to me. Cause ever since I got into this silly biz, I’ve always been fascinated with the Psychology of the Porn Girl. I’ve blogged about it here in the past too. I’ve talked about their lack of attention while growing up, and the drugs, and the abuse, and all that religion jammed down their poor little throats.

Now don’t get me wrong. I can’t really talk about Riley and her background and why she does porn and if this is really her. I shot her just once – a Spunkmouth Riley Mason scene. I think it is. And Riley’s not the only hot porno chick I know that used to be overweight.

Ever hear of Serena Taylor?

Serena Taylor is fucking hot, and she’s the first to admit she was a bit “chunky” in the past.

I could go on, but it’s getting kinda late. And you guys get my point. If you don’t, let me spell it out for you: if you have a little girl, or you do in the future, and you don’t want her to get into a room with me and my camera, pay attention to her. Spend real time with her. Shower her with love, and make her feel good about herself.

I didn’t post this pic to slam Riley; I think it’s just really cool to see a duck transform into a swan, you know?

And I think it’s safe to say there’s a whole lotta attention coming her way now. I just hope some of it turns into real affection and love.

I guess I touched a few nerves with my rant on porn and art a little while ago. I got a fun comment from a guy named Ron, and then I read this, over at LukeIsBack!:

David Aaron Clark replies to IShootPorn:

What a tedious debate; particularly when the smug know-nothings on the “nay” side are as sure of themselves as they are that the earth is flat. Of course porn can be & sometimes is art — this is not a new development, & the porn that crosses the line into art is not only not necessarily but rarely the stuff that loudly claims to be for the sake of the director’s ego or marketing strategies — those who insist “no, no, nope, can’t be” sound as stupid as those who once argued that comic strips, comic books, jazz, pop music, even photography & movies (!) cannot instrinically be “art.” Note that these are all art forms that began (except for photography) in the earlier part of the 20th century … hardcore porn as an organized genre dates at best to the late ’60s, in addition to which it dives directly into the subject of sexual desire & satisfaction, an “illicit” subject matter which comics, jazz, etc., were all accused in their infancy of invoking & promoting … In another 25 years or so, after there’s something akin to a comprehensive critical body of work on the form, these neo-philistines will sound as comical as the uptight Southern rednecks in 1950s newsreels denouncing “race music.”

Does “IShootPorn” even realize that by choosing Duchamp, Warhol & Pollack as examples of actual “artists,” he’s zeroing in on three figures whose status as legimate artists were in fact hotly debated in their respective eras, with the majority of both the general public & the fine art establishment both giving initial thumbs-down to the question? Or that most certainly Peter Paul Reubens’ work has launched uncounted onanistic orgasms for centuries? Believe it or not, oh middlebrow-one, there have been many generations of masturbators –including the majority of modern-day wankers — with enough of an imagination & engagement with beauty & human sexuality to be able find squirt-worthy inspiration in something besides the mean-spirited, lowest-common-denominator “heet getting pounded by a dude, and she takes a big ol’ load to the kisser. Especially if she didn’t want it on her face. Or a cute white chick getting banged by a big-dicked brother” you espouse as the sin qua non of smut on your little blog.

Sin qua non of smut? That’s some good shit. I mean is all this educated talk is really meant to confuse? Who knew there were so many pornographers that made it past the 7th grade?!

I feel kinda bad now, cause I’m really not a smug guy. Do I sound smug? A bit sarcastic at times, maybe. But smug?

And a know-nothing? Well, now my feelings are really hurt.

Why am I on the nay side? Nay side of what? I love porn! I really don’t get it. I must be a know-nothing. Although I do know, in its infancy, porn as a genre had some sort of plot for only one reason: to avoid obscenity prosecution. And we could go round and round, but that would be silly. Accorinding to Mr. Clark, I guess we’ll just have to wait to, like, 2030 or so, to see if such masterpieces like Cafe Flesh or, perhaps, one of Eon McKai’s “films”, are being talked about.

And really, right now no one can really say. If someone said, in 1968, that one of R. Crumb’s drawings would fetch anything more than a hamburger at McDonald’s, well…they’d be called crazy.

Call me crazy…but 25 years from now I’m saying a quarter pounder with cheese will hold more value than Kill Girl Kill #3. Or AZN Ultra-Idols.

So time to work on my little blog some more. That is, right after I get this big-dicked brother on my set to blast a wad of jizz into blondie’s face – whether she likes it or not.

I can feel my libido dying a slow death. I’ve noticed it now for about the last year or so, and funny enough, it coincides with my need to wear glasses when I read.

It also coincides with the beginning of my fourth decade, which is just a fancy way of saying I’ll be 42 soon.

What the fuck? Is this common? I mean going blind and not caring a whole lot about bird dogging some beaver? Will I suddenly feel the need to drive a Corvette? Shit! Suddenly, I’m not feeling the need to beat off 3 times a day, nor do I find myself daydreaming about sex. Maybe this is a good thing? My eyes still wander when I go to the Safeway store near campus; the coed cuties that walk around 1/2 naked in the frozen food aisle still do it for me. Nipples everywhere! I even took a picture from my camera phone…all stealth-like…of two heets in line buying food. Then, I sent it to Spring Thomas just to hear her reaction; she text messaged me back something like “you old pervy bastard” – and that made me feel kinda ok.

I don’t even really get that turned on when I’m shooting a scene, even if it’s hot new talent. Shit, I didn’t even really care when I shot an interracial lesbo movie; even when the girls both took turns getting fucked.

What’s wrong with me?

Take, for example, the latest photo set I shot with barely-legal Kinzy Jo. She’s dangling her bra at you right now. I think she’s a cutie-pie, and she’s really nice, and she’s got great tits, and blah blah blah…but I realized, as I was shooting the set, nothing was going on whatsoever. I mean I coulda been moving a pile of rocks from one side of the yard to the other. Or selling a car. Or teaching some students. Or shooting a really cute barely-legal with a shaved pussy and perky teen tits. It’s all the fucking same to me these days.

I can’t believe this is happening.

Here’s another winner of a story – I get a late-night call from Spring Thomas. She’s at a bar, and some dudes are hassling her cause she’s Spring Thomas. Turns out the dudes are all my little brother’s pals. (My little bro is 15 years younger than me). She’s upset, and she wants me there to ask them to stop. So I show up. I say hi to them, and ask them very nicely to leave her alone. And to my surprise, they get hostile with me. Really hostile. Like they wanna kick my ass. They’re pimping me, and making fun of me, and elbowing me really hard as I’m trying to talk sense to them…and it was then I realized these fuckers not only could give me a run for my money…they could beat me up. One of the last times I saw them, it was 1992 and they were in front of my parents’ TV set, wrestling with Legend Of Zelda; now, they’re wrestling a gin and tonic and they’re getting ready to wrestle me down to the ground.

So I did the best I could, and I called Little Bro for back-up. If I was 25, this wouldn’t be happening.

But I’m not 25. I’m almost 42. And trust me – losing your sex drive, losing the ability to read anything smaller than a 14 point foint, as well as the ability to pound the shit out of loud-mouth punks – sucks balls.

Maybe it’s time for a little testosterone therapy. Those little booster shots you get from the doc to take things up a few nothes. Anyone here have any experience with them? Cause it’s either that or continue my drive down Pussy Lane. Which is right down the street from Whimpy Drive. Near Pansy Avenue.

You get the idea.

I get so many people asking me how exactly do you make money, Billy? that I thought I’d school you guys a bit on the inner-workings of the porn biz…at least as far as I can tell. I say “as far as I can tell” cause there’s certain things I don’t do…and never will: namely, SPAMMING. So I really can’t tell you about SPAMMING. I can’t tell you about DVD distribution, either, cause I’m an internet guy.

But I can tell you the online porn biz is based on two business models: one I’ll call the “Mary Kay” model, and the other the “LA Fitness” model.

I dunno much about Mary Kay. I dunno much about her cosmetics, but I sure see her pink cadillacs driving around town. And they’re being driven around by women who sell her stuff. Let’s call them “resellers”.

Porn sites have resellers, too. In fact, there’s a bunch of people out beating the bush for my site, Spunkmouth. And JOMG. Just like there’s resellers for Spring Thomas, and Blacks on Blondes, and all the other sites I shoot. The resellers point their “traffic” to our sites, and there’s some code in the URL that tells our credit card processors to give them a split of the sale.

Like when you see the pic of Riley Mason I took, and you click on it, and you go to my site…I even get my split!

Just like the folks who sell Mary Kay get their split of the make-up money, our resellers get a split of the porno bread. Isn’t this simple?

Now, on to the LA Fitness model. Ever join a health club? If so, you know they take your credit card, they give you unlimited access to their facilities, and every month your card gets charged. No matter what. Work out 100 hours a week, and you get hit for your monthly dues. Never work out, ever? You still get hit for your monthly dues. See, I told you this is simple!

Join Spunkmouth. Enjoy our site 100 hours a week. Join our site, look once, and never come back. We still get our monthly dues.

Here’s some common fallacies about my buisness:

1) Once you join a porn site, they charge your card forever, no matter what. You can never quit…unless you cancel your card.

False.

Once upon a time, this statement was, in fact, true. Lotsa scumbags out there recurring credit cards no matter what. Well, VISA put an end to all that bullshit. No more. In fact, the VISA regulations are tight in the porn biz. And since we can’t run a business without VISA, we’re kissing their ass all the time.

2) I joined for the trial period, and then I quit, but they charged my card anyway!

False.

Our scripts don’t make a mistake. Especially when time is concerned. I don’t care if you got an hour, a day, or a week trail period. You joined, you knew when you were gonna get charged, and you didn’t care…cause deep down inside, you knew you were gonna throw a fit anyway once your card was hit, and, hopefully, you’d get it all for free, anyway. And since the pornographers are “bad” and you’re “good”, then VISA will certainly believe you. And if they don’t, just yell. Really loud. And keep saying, over and over, the pornographers are evil! THEY’RE ALL EVIL!

3) Pornographers are evil and will do all sorts of things with my credit card. They’ll steal my identity, my credit card number, and who knows…since they’re so evil, they may even show up at my house and try to extort money from me.

False.

I know there’s lots of evil in the world, but don’t blame us, even though it’s the easiest thing to do. Oh, I’m sure there might be some people in porn that steal identities, but I bet you have – or know someone who has – an evil cousin, or an evil uncle…or sibling…that’s done the same thing. Most large adult sites are in it for the long run. We make our money peddling smut…not your personal info.

4) Porn sites are expensive.

False.

Let’s see…when I was buying stroke mags, in, like, 1983, they were 5 or 6 bucks a pop. And the stroke mags from Europe? With the nasty smut in them? They were like 20 or 30 bucks! And what did you really get? A bunch of shitty ads, a 7 or 8 page photo spread for each girl (and there were ususally 3 spreads) and a whole bunch of stories and bullshit no one ever read.

For 30 bucks today you get admission into just about any site I can think of, and there’s tons of movies and hundreds of pictures of TONS of girls! Look at the newest Spunkmouth update featuring Riley Mason: 280 pics in a hirez setting, 200 pics taken directly from the video, and 30 minutes of film showing Riley getting pounded by our big-dicked stud James Dean.

That’s a lot of value.

So next you’re on the cusp, and you’re dick is hard but you haven’t shot that load yet, cause, let’s face it, you’ve been whacking to free porn for soooo long you can’t bust to it anymore, give your favorite site a try.

Pretty soon, you’ll be addicted, and you’ll never be able to quit watching porn, and the evil pornographers will steal your soul.

That’s really what we want.

So here’s a pic of Riley Mason, to do exactly that…steal your soul.

I’ve been away from LA for almost two weeks, and today, when I get back into the studio, there’s one of my partners shooting a super hot girl on a motorcycle. It turns out to be a scene for Axel Braun, this big shot director dude that probably takes himself too seriously.

As I get closer to the set, I see the girl on the bike is none other than Eva Angelina.

I pretend not to see her, although I know she saw me glance at her; she does a terrific job pretending not to notice me.

Eva is hands down one of the hottest girls in the game right now. And trust me when I tell you she looks better than ever. I tried booking her a few months ago, and things just didn’t work out. When I called to rebook her, all hell broke loose. Turns out I’m a creep. She has no interest in ever working with me, and she makes it very clear never, ever to call her again.

My head starts to spin. WTF? The first – and only – time I shot her, things went great. Met her and her (then) roomate “Envi” in Porno Land. I had male talent with me, and we ended up shooting two scenes over there – one with her roomie Envi for Spunkmouth…and then other with Eva for JOMG. Afterward, I remember buying pizza, hanging out for a half hour or so, and leaving. I say “I remember” cause this was so long ago Envi hadn’t changed her name to Eve Lawrence yet, and Eva Angelina still had real boobies.

Fast forward a year and a half, and she’s upset, and I’m a creep, and she’ll never work with me again.

I hang up the phone and I’m bummed. Really bummed. It’s bad enough I can’t work with Eva again. And it’s worse she thinks I’m a creep…and even though I’ve shot 400+ scenes and never been called a creep…or even had anyone hint I was creepy…and in fact everyone I’ve ever shot with wants to work with me again…so yea, I’m bummed.

Still am.

So tonight, as Eva pulled herself off that bike, and sauntered back to the dressing room, I really wanted to go apologise for whatever it was I did that upset her so much. But I didn’t. Just let it be. Whatever.

You just can’t get along with everyone, although I try. Especially in this business where there are a lot of fucking creeps, I really do my best to treat all the talent with nothing but resepect. I never spring any last minute bullshit on them, never make demands, never flip out on set when things aren’t going the way I planned. In other words, in a business where creeps abound, I try my best to be non-creepy.

Anyways…I start working again Sunday. Till then, I’m gonna hang in LA and go to museums and look at art. And eat some hotdogs at Pink’s. And check out some book stores. And maybe hit La Luz de Jesus.

Then it’s back to making smut.

Gangbangs. Interracial gangbangs. We made a lot of them.

That’s S.S. on the left. And Dogfart on right. I snapped this pic of them while they were shooting a “box cover”. I’m not sure why we ever shot box covers, cause we never had any intention on making DVD’s.

This gangang featured Wesley Pipes, Sledgehammer, Tony EverReady, and Silvio. They’re all still in the business.

The girl on her knees is Jessica Dee. She’s no longer in the business. That’s a whole different post. A very long one.

This is the sort of scene that make some people think pornography is evil. It makes them think we’re on the bottom rung of socitey. That maybe pornographers are just one level up from thieves or drug dealers…or prostitutes. We’re the real reason socitey is falling apart…right?

Well, to that I say pack a whole bunch of sand up your ass. Cause you’re wrong. Dead wrong. In fact, you couldn’t be any wronger. (That’s a word, right? Wronger?)

Take a close look at these. Sure, they’re pretty intense. Some might say unwatchable. But I gotta tell ya, since I was there, shooting, they appear way more intense than they actually were. I mean I hate to spoil the fantasy. Every girl who took a job in the mansion knew what that job entailed. None of them were forced to do anything against their will. None of them had a gun to their head. None of them were crazy on drugs and couldn’t remember what they did the following day. (We all waited till after the scene was done to start in on the drugs.) And they all left with a smile on their face and a whole lotta money.

Cause they’re all actors.

Don’t get me wrong. The sex was intense. When they’re all moaning and groaning – that sex is real. It’s just the scenarios that make this all a big ol’ fantasy. And thus, not very real at all. Am I confusing you?

What am I rambling about now, anyway? What’s my point?

All porn is fantasy. None of it’s really real. So the next time you see a movie with 4 black dudes banging a white chick, don’t get upset. In fact, enjoy it. Cause the chick wasn’t tricked into it. Cause the dudes didn’t “take advantage” of her. Cause watching this sort of thing isn’t going to make a person “addicted” to it. Don’t think too much about the actress…or the actors. Or the folks that made the movie. There’s no reason to do anything more than to take the movie for what it’s worth.

And that’s either your VISA card (and $29.95) – or just move on.