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There’s Something About Barbie, Part 1

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Barbie Cummings

Ever wondered what a porn whore looks like cookin’ up some late-night chow and flashin’ her thong?

Not a whole lot different than, say, your gal cookin’ up some late-night chow and flashin’ her thong.

Barbie’s ass might be a tighter, and look better. Maybe not. But there she is, just like your gal, flippin’ food (probably a bit tipsy) at 2 am after a night out on the town.

When I wasn’t in porn, I loved pics like this. I still do, too… but not as much as I used to.

Thought you’d like a peek.

One last thing — Did I mention how much I love Barbie’s blog? Now…don’t get me wrong: she’s not going to win any awards for her writing, or the syntax or punctuation or grammar found therein…but damn, there’s nothing like a writer who tells it like it is, no matter what it costs…and shows dirty pictures to boot.

And dirty pics are way better than grammatically correct sentences, right?

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My Brain Is Toast. Dry. But With A Speck of Buttah.

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Jacky Joy And Her Feet

My recent cry baby blog elicited more than a handful of e-mails, all of which were very nice. Everyone who wrote asked about my well-being; some told me to quit porn right away and do something else; some told me to take time off; some asked to take over my job.

Thanks guys.

Porn’s turned into a job for me, and it’s been that way for a while; still, it’s a job I’m not about to walk away from. I mean what would you rather do: teach 7th graders how to write paragraphs, or take pictures and movies of hot naked girls getting railed?

I still choose the latter.

Here’s another pic from the Jacky Joy jerk off session; it’s a close-up, and I’m still gnawing on her foot, and looking at the side of my over-sized skull makes me think of a Jeff Tweedy lyric:

One by one my hair is turning gray / One by one my dreams are fading fast away…

(IMPORTANT AFTERWARD: I’ve come to find out Woody Guthrie wrote the above lyric; Jeff Tweedy put it to music. Thanks for the heads-up bro!)

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Lorilei Lee Ate Some Ass. And So Did Lefty.

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Lorilei Lee

Who says you can’t have a little fun while you’re working?

Who says porno has to be scripted?

Lorilei Lee is our most recent update over at Eat Some Ass. I think I told you lately I’ve been all about hiring a bunch of dicks for a girl to blow, versus hiring one dick to fuck the girl. This week Lorilei takes on three dicks, and she did a great job sucking dick and eating ass.

Check out one of my favorite pervs of all time — Lefty. He’s eating Clare Dames’s ass.

Why’s Lefty eating ass off camera? And what’s Clare Dames doing there?

Lefty’s a total and utter pervert, and he’ll be the first to admit it. Clare was shooting across the hall at my pal Nicky’s studio. She was all done, and hanging out, and my PA, Cherry Poppens, was off running errands, so I asked Clare if she’d lend me a hand and hold the C-Light for me.

She did, for a bit.

Then she ended up getting groped by the pervs on my set — that’s Rocker X behind them, laughing his ass off. Clare’s laughing, too. And why not? Lefty’s using his tongue like a piece of toilet paper, and I’m sure Clare finds it more amusing than sexually stimulating.

Of course Lorilei’s on set, eating Alex Gunz’s ass.

Funny how serendipitous porn often is…and certainly all good porn is exactly that: an act of serendipity.

Didn’t count on a pornographer to use fancy words now, did ya?

Better yet, image a porno girl who can use fancy words, too…and line them up all nice and pretty in paragraph after paragraph.

If you don’t believe me, just click on Lorilei’s picture below.

Lorilei Lee

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The I Shoot Porn Top 10 Porn Stars

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Bree Olson

I love numbered lists. It’s a weird thing to love, too. I’ll admit it.

When I was a kid, I was obsessed with The Book of Lists. David Wallechinsky and Amy Wallace have compiling all sorts of weird and not-weird-at-all lists since who knows when. I think they still do it.

There’s lists in there like “10 Words you can’t pronounce correctly”, “10 memorable books that never existed”, and “10 people not to invite to dinner”. I remember being a kid and thinking damn, people hate Nixon second only to Adolf Hitler.

Anyway, here’s the top ten girls that popped up in my web search stats. That is to say if a surfer typed a name into Google, or Yahoo, or whatever, and they landed at my blog, I can see it! So here they are, in reverse order, with some free pics and/or movies.

I know this is a repeating theme: I’ve done the same with the most popular girls on different sites I own…but oh well. This is the kind of fodder you get from a burnt-out blogger.

10) Jasmine Tame: I haven’t shot Jasime in a while, and I need to get her back to my studio. She’s an out-of-towner, so it’s not like she’s always around Los Angeles. But when she is on set, Jasmine Tame rocks. Here’s a funny aside to the free Jasmine Tame movies I just showed you — the dude was supposed to get jacked off into a bowl, and Jasmine was going to do some cum play…however, the dude was so excited by Jasmine the first load blew right over the bowl and directly into Jasmine’s pie hole.

9) Jayma Reed: Once upon a time a pervy old pornographer named Billy Watson met a fine young lady named Jayma Reed. One thing led to another, and soon they were holding hands. And saying nice things to each other. And going to fun places where the sun is warm and the pineapples are sweet. Then, who knows what happened…

8) Kaycee Dean: I just shot Miss Dean today! For Ruth Blackwell! She’s just as great as she was six months ago! For some reason I can’t keep my hands off her, either. It’s weird and pervy all at the same time. Oh, what a creep am I! Anyways, I love the Spunkmouth scene I shot with her. It was a load dump, and one of the dumpers took forever to dump, and Kaycee sat through the burning eye syndrome that is a porn girl’s nightmare while shooting a load dump scene. Which is to say cum in the eyes burns a whole lot. Just look at Miss Dean’s eyes by the end of this one. And who said porn money is easy money?

7) Nadia Synn: Nadia got into a car wreck not too long after her debut into the world of adult entertainment with Spunkmouth. It was a fairly serious accident, and she’s still recovering, and who knows if she’ll ever come back to the biz. She’s been caught a few times on camera since her accident by the fine folks at Amateur Allure as “Bailey”. I have no idea why Thomas insists on making up silly names for the girls he shoots. Call me crazy, but I think it’s called “A-Dog Syndrome”.

6) Kaci Starr: Miss Star rules just cause she’s a cherubic young porn star surrounded by anorexic young porn stars, and she doesn’t give a shit about it.

5) Spring Thomas: What can I say about Spring I haven’t said a million times before? Well — here’s something: before her site was started, and she got into black guys, she did a white guy. Here’s some free Spring Thomas movies of a rare non-interracial scene.

4) Serena Taylor: Serena is the Queen of “Now You See Me Now You Don’t” — and, as of now, she’s in hiding. Hopefully she’ll resurface sometime soon so I can make dirty movies with her once again. In the meantime, here’s some free Serena Taylor movies.

3) Barbie Cummings: Barbie’s a pal of mine. Whenever she’s in LA, we try to hang out. We eat dinner at our favorite restaurant, which, on any given day, changes up between the Cheesecake Factory and Fred 62. It’s during these times I especially enjoy embarrassing her in public, calling her silly names whenever I can, and singing made-up songs to her whenever possible. Her reactions to my corny behavior are always sweet and to the point: she loves calling me an “old pervert” and a “sick fuck”. Score extra special Barbie points with her dog Fifi, who likes leaving turds and piss in my studio whenver she can. Anyways, we had her working as a massage therapist for a while…you can see in the movies her specialty is The Happy Ending.

2) Riley Mason: I just shot Riley in an IR scene for Blacks On Blondes! We went to the Gloryhole, too! Riley’s at that point in her career where she’s doing black guys. It’s really an interesting way to manage a career as a porno gal: start with solo/girl-girl…then, when that work slows down, add boy-girl work to your resume…and when that slows down add anal…and when the work slows down again, start doing black dudes. I’m not saying this was Riley’s exact route, but you get the idea. Here’s some free Riley Mason movies of her jerking the biggest black dick you’re gonna see in a long time.

1) Bree Olson: It comes as no surprise that Bree’s topping the list. She’s hot, and she’s a total super slut, she loves sex, and she loves to do really naughty things in front of a camera. What else is left? Well, for me, it might be taking her up on the offer she recently posted on myspace — oh Bree! Please say you’re not teasing me!

Barbie Cummings

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Super Fun E-Mails.

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Spring Thomas

Jazz writes:

I have read several of your blogs where you are talking bad about the female talent, with the exception of Spring, Jayma, and Barbie. Some of the girls might be ugly, but you don’t have to call them out like that, cause the male talent doesn’t always look that great theirselves. I have visted Black on Blondes, Katie Thomas.com, and Spring Thomas.com enough to see that the male talent my be packing, but face wise they are ugly as hell. I know you straight, and blogging about such a thing would seem gay, thats why I have to speak on it. There are a few fine niggas that I have seen drop by the sites, like Max Black, Brian Pumper, Rico Strong, Ace, and Dick James (just to name a few), but those other guys who pop up on the site more often be the worst. Shane Diesel, Mandingo, Jack Napier, Wesley Pipes…what the fuck. These dudes are fucking ugly, but you want to rip on the chicks. I surely hope the female talent don’t pick out the dude or dudes they are fucking, cause some of them have bad taste. Let go back right quick, the finiest nigga of all (Bam or Bam Bam) he as been on Spring and Katie’s sites, but the best looking ones always up and disappear after a while. Just some of my thoughts!

Dearest Jazz,

I have no idea what you’re talking about. I talk “bad” about who? What, exactly, did I say? This kinda catches me off guard, to tell you the truth. Perhaps you have misinterpreted some things?

Blame it on metaphor?

Here’s something to think about: ugly guys banging hot chicks sells. Sells great. Go figure! Maybe the average Joe Surfer at home sees himself as ugly, and he sees a hot chick banging a gross guy, and he imagines gross guy as himself, and suddenly, he has a chance.

And he buys a membership to the site.

This is driving me crazy. Where did I slam female talent on my blog? Gimme a few while I go back and reread…

Ah! Perhaps you’re speaking of the blog I called “My Casting Woes“? When I said Brandy Dallas was “not that hot”? I think you need to reread what I wrote there, and I’ll clarify this right now — I wasn’t talking badly about Brandy whatsoever.

I love everybody!

You too.

Your pal,

Billy

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My Memory Woes.

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Weezer

I put on Velvet Revolver’s first and only record for two reasons:

1) as nothing more than a test of my patience…

and

2) to hear how loud I could crank my new speakers!

I’m stoked.

I scored a pair of vintage Klipsch Heresy’s off eBay. My old speakers were about the size of refrigerators. My little house is a total bachelor pad, and the first clue anyone got when they walked through my front door were the speakers that used to take up my entire front room. I have no idea who made them, but my pal J gave them to me before he hauled ass to Hawaii. They were so gargantuan he didn’t want to deal with shipping them.

I loved those speakers, but I’ve wanted Heresys since I can remember. Since I started listening to records. It was about the same time I had black light posters lining my bedroom walls, and whenever my girlfriend would sneak in late at night, I’d have all the lights off — except my black light, of course — and something like Pink Floyd’s Animals playing softly. That, or, say, an early Genesis record…the ones when Peter Gabriel was still in the band.

Once inside my room, we’d make out, and if the Gods were smiling upon me, I’d get a handjob.

It’s so fucking nice to spend time at home. My new porno studio had consumed so much of my time since October, I almost forgot how nice my little Arizona bungalow is…and how many records I have. Cause I’m looking at them now, scattered all over the place.

I’ve always been a collector. In 5th grade it was beer cans. Then records. And books. And it’s pretty much been books and records ever since the beer can craze ended, in, say, 1979. Oh! Don’t forget vintage smut! I collect that, too.

And since I’ve got some time on my hands, and no dirty movies to make, why not clean up my place a bit? Get the records off the floor, mainly, and since I lost my gigantic speakers, everything off the tops of them have to be put away, too: CD’s, pictures of my family, my anti-static record zapping gun; a handful of reader’s club book cards from a local used bookstore, assorted pens and pencils, loose change, and last month’s ARTFourm.

It’s been less than 10 minutes, and my patience is tried. Isn’t it funny that The Velvet Revolver isn’t even 1/10,000th as good as The Velvet Underground, even though both lead singers were junkies?

I don’t remember buying Coltrane’s A Love Supreme, but there it is! And what a reprieve from Scott Weiland. And sure enough, here’s two copies of R.E.M.’s first EP, to go along with the one that’s already been filed away. But what’s a Sonny Rollin’s record doing in the REM section? And how in the world did The Fabulous Poodles get smooshed in between The Feelies?

I got my record shelving from IKEA. (It’s my corporate guilty pleasure, surpassed only by Starbucks). Thinking I’d outsmart the folks who designed my shelves, I attached 6 wooden coasters (also an IKEA purchase) under the shelving, so my cleaning lady could move it around to vacuum behind it. The problem, of course, is the shelves weren’t designed to have coasters under them, and with all my records shelved, the bottom started to bow…and it bowed so much my little brother had to pull all the records off and remove the coasters. Creepy Q, our editor, helped out. With all my records all over the floor, they decided to put them in ABC order! Isn’t that nice? Except there’s a Solly Rollins record in with REM, and all my spoken word records got alphabetized instead of grouped into one section, as did my soundtracks and compilations. How in the world do you alphabetize a reggae compilation, anyway?

I shouldn’t bitch though; and, in fact, I’m grateful.

How did I end up here? Oh yea. There’s more records on my floor, but as I’m putting them away, I realize I’m totally losing any sort of long term memory I’ve had, cause no way in hell 10 years ago I’d buy three copies of anything REM made. They’re OK and all, but 3 copies? Of Chronic Town? My god! And here’s an unopened Postal Service, on white vinyl no less, with an extra 12″ and a booklet! When did I buy this?

OK, I won’t bore you anymore.

I should probably be talking about making dirty movies, right? About blowjobs and cumshots and ass eatin’ and girls eating pussy and sodomy and cuckolds and gloryholes and blow bangs and gangbangs and double vag and teen girls worshiping big black monster dicks.

There…feel better now?

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The Weez V. Chris DeBurgh — The Results!

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Weezer

LOTS AND LOTS OF VOTES FOR MY BATTLE OF THE BANDS CONTEST FROM TUESDAY:

Fnord writes:

This is apples and oranges. You’ve got the neo-millenial slacker ramblings of Weezer up against the proto-New Romantic RenFaire geekery of Chris De Burgh?

Ultimately, I have to go with Weezer because I think they did a much better job of capturing, and ultimately driving the cultural zeitgeist at that time. Chris De Burgh, through both this song and Lady In Red (and really, is there anything else he ever was known for?) is much more able to draw people into his Weltanschung. But ultimately, isn’t music (or any form of artistic expression) supposed to be inclusive instead of exclusive? Weezer says “We are you. You are us. This is the way we are right now.” Whereas De Burgh says, “This is my story, my experiences and my fantasy.” Thus De Burgh makes a subject-object delineation that I think is a conscious method to keep something (his audience, something in his personal life, etc) at a distance.

A lot of people would rebut that however and say something like this: “There are lots of great songs with fantastic settings and tales that capture the the imagination, there’s nothing inherently distancing about it.” However, I think if you look at the best of them — take Gordon Lightfoot’s Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald, for instance — they still all boil down to a thesis of “This could be me.” With Edmund Fitzgerald, you have a bad day at work gone from bad to worse. Getting busted for shooting pr0n, having a database crash so bad that revenue flow stops, catching shrapnel from an IED in Iraq, or having your ship break up on Lake Superior. A really bad day at work. Not a great cognitive leap for those who have to make a living. Tough to make that “It could be me” leap when you’re thinking “Well, here I am in Hades front of Charon. I’d much rather be playing Styx in a bar band instead of crossing it with Big Creepy here.”

Interestingly enough, I think the same distinction can be made between your work and that of Eon McKai. With your work, especially where the girls are not overly made up or sporting obvious silicone, the production lends itself to a very palpable sense of “That could be me.” With some notable exceptions, the vast majority of women you hire appear (even given your caveat of “all porn chix are broken and crazy”) like they’d be women you’d meet at an indie rock show at First Ave. or a geek bar. McKai’s work however, like that of De Burgh, is very fantastical and clearly not something that is ever going to happen to anybody in the realm of quasi-normal life. There again the subject-object separation is clear and ultimately lessens (in my humble opinion) the cultural value of the work.

D’s reply made me laugh:

I would have offered my thoughts on the Chris DeBurgh vs Weezer question earlier but I just found out about it. I would have loved to get access to the ass eating site as it is the perfect metaphor for life today.

“How’s things?”

“Great! Just as soon as I eat a little ass.”

“Honey, don’t forget to pick up the dry cleaning.”

“I’ll get it while I’m out eating some ass.”

“The party of the first part, here in after referred to as the ass eater…”

“Your attitude has come to the attention of human resources, we’d like to discuss your ass eating technique.”

“Be all the ass eater you can be in the Army.”

“The party of the second part, here in there after referred to as yet another ass eater…”

“Grant me the serenity to eat the ass I have to, not to eat the ass I don’t and the wisdom to know the difference.”

At any rate Weezer looks like they’re doing impersonations of unfortunates with Asperger’s Syndrome and Chris De Burgh looks like a less masculine version of Bonnie Tyler, who we last heard from “sitting on a powder keg and giving off sparks”. I thought Weezer had a better song if only because it was consistant with their ironic posing. Plus no way would Charon let you get in the friggin boat with out paying the fare, no bargaining, no free loading, no nothing, that’s made abundantly clear in the classical literature and heavy metal music.

I think any ambiguity would be cleared up if you took the sound track from one and played it over the other video, just to see if anyone noticed.

Tony says:

I’m casting my vote for Weezer and “El Scorcho”. I never heard this song before you posted it on your blog, but now I can’t get it out of my head. The Chris de Burgh song, “Don’t Pay the Ferryman,” takes me back to my high school days. I found it annoying and corny back then and it hasn’t improved with time.

Missy Asslove writes:

They both kinda suck but weezer can suck and u still know they’re good. Like Picasso:)

Si says, then asks:

I’m going have to go for Weezer, that is an awesome song and the lyrics are great!

ps Would there ever be any chance of you filming Kacey? I know you did a blog on her a while ago but how often do situations like that change? To me she is one of the hottest girls around along with Riley Mason and Erin Moore!

Devil At Heart writes:

Chris DeBurgh.

Reason, not that you asked for one. Just thought I’d share. I like things that are just a bit dark. The whole lighting and scene he had going for the music video just made it more entertaining. Plus, he reminded me of some of that power ballad 80’s rock stuff. Kind’ve stuff you see some guy fuckin jammin out to in his late 80’s BMW.

DN The Hater says:

à propos your little contest : stick to the porn gig….I, of course, hated it.

V says:

The Weez gets my vote. Chris DeBurg song is okay, but the video looks and feels like it was shot in the 80s, it other words, it’s kind of dated. The Weez gets my vote even though I have never heard of them before. The Weez, simply because they look like a modern band appeal to me more.

Joe writes:

I gotta go with Weezer. Johnny Thunders beats ’em both by miles, though.

Porter writes:

Weezer wins in my book. I like their music better – and it’s got a little less of an 80s feel for the video; having lived through that era of MTV – I’m not entirely willing to go back to it.

Ralph writes:

I vote for Weezer, not that the 80’s didn’t rock, but sometimes some emo ramblings are just what’s needed.

Michael in Burbank writes:

Hmm, tough choice. Weezer is good stuff, full of self-depreciating irony and all that. On the other hand, you have to appreciate the full-on commitment to style (with no irony aftertaste) of Chris DeBurgh. This decision is also made easier because I remember seeing that video when it came out because I am old (41.) DeBurgh wins!

And if by some chance I win this, I’ll take the subscription to Mano Job.

Billy Watson writes:

There were more votes (mostly for Weezer) which I didn’t list here, and while there’s really no “right” answer, I’d have to go with Weezer, too. Of course your opinion on music isn’t my criteria for giving away a free 30 days to one of my dirty websites. I mean that would be too obvious, right? I was looking for something witty and fun in your reason(s) as to why The Weez or DeBurgh should win.

Initially I was going with Fnord, cause that answer / analysis had to take a while to bang out…right bro? I liked Missy Asslove’s Picasso analogy. DN The Hater didn’t disappoint, either…as usual.

I’ve decided to give away two memberships: Michael in Burbank gets the Manojob one, and D gets one to Eat Some Ass, cause they both know which one of my sites they like the best. So guys, hit me up, and I’ll issue you a PW. Just don’t share it, OK? I’m serious! We have state-of-the-art software installed on all our sites, and once you share your password, a special frequency is secretly emitted from your computer, and your testicles will turn into eencie-beancie raisins.

Thanks everyone! This was so much fun, I think I’m going to have more contests, in which porn will be given away…cause what’s better than some free porn?

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A Battle of The Bands: The Weez V. Chris DeBurgh — You Decide!

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Please watch both through, from beginning to end, and then e-mail me your vote. One random person shall win a month free membership to the dirty site of their choice: Eat Some Ass, Spunkmouth, Manojob, Chelci Fox, or The Dick Suckers. Or yes, even No Way Am I Gay.

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Introducing Keesha Knight

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Keesha Knight

Nick Steel called me yesterday.

He’s an amateur porno dude I hire when I’m away from Los Angeles. He’s actually very good male talent. The girls like him cause he has a six-pack and he ain’t a bad lookin’ dude; I like him cause he keeps wood throughout the scene, he’s got a pretty big wiener, and it shoots a lot of goo everywhere, and, most important of all, he’s not a knucklehead — at least not on my sets.

Samantha Sin licked his butt for Eat Some Ass; Serena Taylor blew him for The Dick Suckers; he brought along some goons and they did a number on Taylor Ash for Spunkmouth; he’s hand more than his share of handjobs at Manojob; shit, he even stepped up to the plate and did a solo scene for No Way Am I Gay. Between not being a knucklehead and helping me out with No Way Am I Gay, Nick’s turned into my Go-To Guy when I need strong male talent, and I’m not in Porno Land.

So when he called me the other day kinda desperate for cash, it took me by surprise. It wasn’t the desperate plea for work that threw me off, it was the fact he needed to pay his lawyer for some Holiday Trouble he fell into at the end of December.

Turns out Nick was partying a little too much, doing things that make your heart go pitter-patter, and he had been up for a few days, and he was driving in some neighborhood, when suddenly The Hell’s Angeles opened fire on him.

“Let’s see if I got this straight, bro. Out of nowhere, the Hell’s Angeles starting shooting at you?”

Nick said, “Well, I thought so at the time. So I drove real crazy for a while, and then I needed to ditch my car, and I ran to a guy’s house, and woke his whole family up real late at night, and when he opened the door I tried to tell him what was going on, but I thought the Angels were closing in, so I ran past him, into his house, and hid under a bed. Until the cops pulled me out a little bit later.”

Nick doesn’t act like a knucklehead on my sets; however, I can no longer speak for him anywhere else. Nick needed money, too, to pay his lawyer. I told him I had some work. He told me he knew a girl who wanted to be in pornos, and “do you pay a referral fee?”

“Sure I pay referral fees,” I said. “Is she cute?” I asked.

“Kinda, yea. She has a little bit of a middle, but she’s not fat.”

But she’s not fat.

I’ve heard those words before: agents tell me this from time to time…and always it’s the bottom-of-the-barrel agents. The ones who don’t have websites and don’t have pictures, but want me to hire their talent anyway.

I don’t need to say anything more.

Still, I told Nick to bring her by. And he did. And when I saw her, I wanted to jump for joy, but since they were both standing next to me, I waited until after they left, 2 hours later..then, I jumped for Motherfucking Joy.

Funny what makes me jump for joy these days: “Intimate Secretary”, my dog Maggie, a letter in my inbox from LC, and an uber-hottie never-before-shot barely-legal handjob honey.

Before her scene, she wanted to know what she was getting herself into, and, unlike some producers I know, I tell them the whole enchilada. (You can always count on a pornographer for a clichéd food analogy). “Look, there’s a lot of money to be made in this business, but you’re going to piss off and disappoint at least a few people in your life. It’s on the internet, and yes, people will see it. Lots. Maybe people you know. Maybe not. Maybe your parents. Maybe not. The only for-sure way anyone will find out is if you tell them. Here’s how it works: you tell your best girlfriend, the person you trust more than anyone in your life, and she’ll eventually tell her other best girlfriend about what you did, and that other girlfriend will tell her boyfriend, and then, literally overnight, everyone you ever knew will know.”

Then I told her about model releases (even though I’ve never once seen a model read a release before they sign it) and then I told her about what kind of scene she was going to do (handjob scene…no better way to start a newbie off) and then I told her how I shoot my scenes (I won’t bore you with those details here) and then I asked her is she had any questions.

“Any questions at all. Don’t be embarrassed to ask. I’ll answer anything at all, and I’ll answer honestly.”

“Do I get a porno name?”

“Of course you do! Any ideas for one?”

She looked at me and said no. I said, “Let’s do this the old-fashioned way then. Did you have a pet growing up?”

“Yes”, she said. Then I asked her what street she lived on as a kid.

When I asked Keesha Knight if she liked her new name, she looked at me and nodded her head yes. Then, she looked at Nick and smiled. I looked at her and smiled. She looked at me and smiled. I looked at Nick and smiled. Nick looked at me and smiled.

Which is to say we were all very happy.

Wait till you see her scene on Manojob! Usually the girls do all the talking, but Keesha was too nervous to really say much of anything. So we improvised. Nick did great. Keesha did great. I did great.

Which is to say job well done by everyone.

I cut her a check, and she said something like “this is more than I make in a week!”

“Do you want to come back tomorrow and make more?”

“Can I work with Nick again?”

Of course you can, my sweet.

Keesha Knight

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My Favorite Things of 2006

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Bree Olson

Everyone likes to look back on things, especially now, when there’s a new year in front of us. So here’s my take on 2006, as far as what I really liked about it, and I’m going to keep it somewhat focused to this blog, and to porn — but don’t be surprised if anything that has to do with music or books pops up. This is a totally random list, by the way, so much so I’ll decline to number it.

Ruth Blackwell: Once upon a time there was a girl named Erin Moore. She was a porno girl. Which is to say she made the porno rounds in Porn Valley. The only reason I won’t call her a “Porn Star” is simply that word / phrase is as overused as, say, “genius” or “I love you.” Anyway, there aren’t many porn stars, just like there aren’t many geniuses; porn stars transcend porn and make their way into popular culture, but I digress. So, Erin turned into Ruth, and soon Ruth will have her own website, and it’s the craziest, most twisted interracial porn ever caught on tape. That’s my take on it anyway, and sure, it’s biased, cause I made those movies.

Califone: “quicksand / cradlesnakes“. Nope, it wasn’t released in 2006…2003, to be exact, but I just found out about it this year, and I think it’s one of my very favorite things to listen to while I write.

ManoJob: “Mano” means “hand”, damn it. It’s the best hand job site on the internet, and I’m not just saying that cause it’s mine. Here’s some free handjob movies from ManoJob if you don’t believe me.

Wilco: “Kicking Television“. Nope, it wasn’t released in 2006…just last year, to be exact, and I found out about it when it was released last year, but I hesitated to buy it, cause I’m not a huge fan of live records (unless they’re bootlegged), but I’m glad I bought it this year, cause it’s one of my very favorite things to listen to while I’m driving to Los Angeles to make dirty movies.

Gloryhole: I’ve been shooting this for almost 4 years, and it’s funny, cause no matter how many times I take a trip out to “the hole”, it never ceases to amaze me what happens when we walk in.

The Japanese 10 inch Jazz reissue series, of which I don’t have a name…but they’re Prestige reissues, mainly, but not all of them: I dunno what else to call them. I guess some hot shot Japanese jazz record collector paid a licensing fee to reissue a bunch of impossible-to-find-and-when-you-do-they’re-almost-a-million-dollars-to-buy jazz records, and he was so anal about these reissues he wouldn’t allow things like bar codes to be printed on them. So, they’re exactly like they were when you bought them in 1955 (or so) and they’re very cool to listen to and to look at, and you don’t have to be worried about fucking them up, although I handle all my records very carefully at all times…unless I’m drunk, stoned, or both. Some of the ones I scored were “Thelonious”; Miles Davis’s “All Star Sextet”, “Young Man With a Horn” and “All Stars”; and Sonny Rollins “Quartet”.

Fifi Le Fluff: Barbie Cummings’ little puppy. She’s poops, she pees, and she’ll do it anywhere she damn well pleases.

Chico Wang: Remember that part in The Right Stuff? When they ask Gordon Cooper who he thinks the world’s greatest pilot is? And as he’s thinking about his answer, they flash to Chuck Yeager, getting ready to take that new, super fancy plane out for a test spin? And Cooper thinks about his answer, and you know he wants to say “The World’s Greatest Pilot is Chuck Yeager” but he can’t bring himself to say it, cause his ego wins, so Cooper finally tells the journalist “Why, you’re looking at him.” Well, I’m Cooper, and Chico is Yeager.

Pinkberry: LA-based yogurt chain that will be all the rage soon…which will be about the time I will grow to hate it. But right now? It’s Heavy.

While I’m on the subject of LA-based food stuffs and getting heavy, why not mention Cassell’s? The bestest, most yummiest cheesburgers west of the Mighty Mississip’, since, like, 1942 or something. And that’s right, I used the superlative with “best”.

Cherry Poppens and Dakota

Cherry Poppens: She’s in a semi-retirement, so I hired her to be my PA, and there’s been days when I couldn’t have made it without her help. Lots of days. Sometimes I drive her crazy, and sometimes she drives me crazy, but that’s what relationships (on any level) are all about.

Maggie and Dakota: My pups, one of which is here seen with Cherry — Dakota up front and prominent, with Maggie just cold stone chillen in the back.

LC: Cause this is a porno blog, and she ain’t porno, and if I named LC by name, I don’t think she’d appreciate it, cause then if someone Googles her name, it would eventually show up on a porno blog, and then that foolio would somehow link LC to porno…and like I said, she ain’t porno. I’ll refer to her by initials only, and even though we’ve never met — and probably never will — it’s always special fun to have a pen pal.

Canon camera equipment: Specifially the GL2, which happens to be the world’s finest gonzo, smut-makin’, video camera ever invented, along with the D series cameras — specifically the D10 and D30.

Little Miss Sunshine: What’s better? The world’s preeminent Proust scholar who fails at love, a MacArthur grant, and suicide — almost all on the same day? A motivational speaker who fails at motivating? A heroin sniffin’, foul-mouthed grandpa? A Silent, Angst-in-his-Pants, color blind teen boy? Wait! I know! It’s a nine-year-old beauty pageant contestant who strips to “Super Freak”.

Andy Warhol’s Giant: I love art books. They’re my new favorite passion. Actually, they have been for a few years now, but the out-of-print ones are so expensive, and even the good used ones get pricey. I love Andy Warhol, too. He’s my new favorite passion. Actually, he’s been in my life a few years now, too. If I had access to a Way-Back Machine like the one in Rocky and Bullwinkle, I’d set that motherfucker for 1964 and beam right in to the Factory. Amazon has them for $75 bucks new, which is only a quarter more than a used copy would cost…and since it was published at $125, well, this is a bargain. Or, as Bruno Bischofberger would say, “Super fantastic!”

Bree Olson: Speaking of super freaks, it’s Bree!

Mandingo: It can be argued he’s got the biggest penis in the history of porn. He certainly has the biggest penis working the circuit today. (Sorry Jack Napier…I love ya, but Mandingo wins). It’s been at least a year and a half since we worked together. I couldn’t even book him in 2005. And now he won’t even return my calls. But he’s still The Motherfuckin’ King.

Adrianna Nicole and Lorelei Lee: I shot each of them one time for Blacks On Blondes, and then once together for the same site. Their separate scenes are live in the members’ area, but the one scene they did together — when they worshiped John E. Depth’s enormous black dick, as well as each other’s butt holes — hasn’t made it up yet…but it will be, soon…and once you see it, you’ll be convinced of my pornographic genius. Oh, and Adrianna and Lorelei are both genius, too, and not just in a pornographic way: just read Lorelei’s blog if you don’t believe me.

JOMG: The best, most fun, overlooked website, scientifically designed by Harvard and Standford marketing gurus, for the fetish freak who likes his girls wearing glasses that are schmeared with man goo.

The Minion: He’s 6’1″, 350 pounds; he has a 4 inch penis, with big black rub marks on the inside of his legs; he’s fucked 150 (or so) of the world’s hottest porn whores, (I even watched my (then) girlfriend Jayma Reed fuck him as Chico Wang directed), and he can cite almost every world champion pro wrestler of the last 50 years. I heard that T Reel, in typical male porn star egotistical fashion, walked around the AVN convention a year or so ago, wearing a white, long sleeved t-shirt, clutching a black Sharpie, and asked all the porn starlets he’s ever banged to sign his shirt; I want The Minion to do the same thing this year…but for all the right reasons. And just you wait til his site is up and running. It’ll either make your day — or ruin it.

Barbie Cummings and Fifi Le Fluff