Interview with a Pornstar, Porno Interviews

Interview with a Porn Star (#85): Tanner Mayes

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Tanner Mayes Interview
I Shoot Porn: Um…so what’s new with Miss Tanner Mayes?

Tanner Mayes: Well, I feel great. I thought I was gonna quit porn and get married. I was with LA Direct, and slowly the work was slowing down. I was in Michigan for a little bit, observing that life…and engaged. I decided that place wasn’t for me. I just started shooting again with Porno Dan. I still might get married, but no Michigan. That’s for sure.

ISP: So you’re sober.

TM: Right. I’ve been sober six months. Three months. Five months. Feels like a long time. Forever. Not forever.

ISP: Would you say sobriety is a struggle?

TM: It definitely is. I drove around for a while before I got to your studio, just in circles, frightened. Nervs. I was really nervous. I wasn’t loaded. In the old days I used to party before a scene cause it made me feel good. I still smoke pot…I mean…I dunno how to explain it.

ISP: Do you need drugs to do porn?

TM: No. I don’t wanna party before I go do a scene. I don’t need it. I don’t wanna show up and look like the asshole. I want to continue in the adult biz, too.

ISP: You showed up on time today. Sober. Ready to work.

TM: Thanks.

ISP: What was your drug of choice?

TM: Crystal meth. And it’s still weed.

ISP: My question’s always been, with what we all know about serious drugs, why does someone take that first hit?

TM: I was actually out, shooting a scene, and after we’re all sitting there partying, and in the course of a porn career you run into those things. From there it’s just a matter of what you wanna do, and I’m always up for anything. “Hey, you wanna hit this?” and I said sure. I stayed up that whole night partying. GHB and speed. This was a director’s place, and we’re all hanging out and making money and having fun…but then it eventually spins out of control. Now I miss so much that drugs prevented me from having. I really feel one of the reasons I’m not a top girl is I prevented myself from letting it happen. I’m not trying to sound conceited, but drugs took me to my bottom. I was so paranoid.

ISP: So no more YouTube vids of Tanner Mayes throwing a fit and being escorted out of the building?

TM: Right! I’m a firm believer that I’m always right. (Starts to laugh.) No! I’m kidding. I was loaded on set that day, and you know what? I didn’t learn anything. Cause it just got worse. I was missing scenes and showing up late…if at all. That just wasn’t me. I was driven by fear. I’m afraid of rejection, and drugs are like a Superman cape.

ISP: How long you been in the biz now?

TM: 3 years. I’m 22. My first scene was for the Score Group. I think it was T & A Tryouts.

ISP: What’s your best scene?

TM: I liked My Teen Swallows from Vince Vouyer.

ISP: What’s gonna happen for the rest of 2011?

TM: Hopefully I’m working on a porno set.

ISP: You don’t have an agent.

TM: I like agents…I just don’t want to be that floating talent who’s been with every agent in the business. I started with Jim South, then Shy Love, then LA Direct. I wouldn’t really know who to go with now.

ISP: Are you even ready to have an agent? Are you ready to start getting calls for work?

TM: Definitely. I love this business. Every day is different. I was so scared of it for a while. Can’t it be scary and intimidating?

ISP: Absolutely. I could never be male talent. I could take that call from some director dude I’ve never met telling me to be on his set to fuck some girl I may or may not be attracted to and open up for camera during sex and go through stills and have to keep a boner the whole time. No way.

TM: I know. It’s so much different than posing in front of a mirror or dancing in front of it. You know I put all these mirrors in my house and I lived in front of them. That’s crazy! It’s what drugs will do. I needed to know what I looked like. Super vain. Super crazy.

ISP: What else are you working on?

TM: PlanetTanner.com. There’s nothing there yet, but it’s a work in progress. I tweet, too.

ISP: What’s your favorite fast food combo?

TM: McDonald’s #2 no cheese ketchup only with a Diet Coke.

ISP: Do you like your bacon chewy and not-too-well-done — or crispy and crunchy?

TM: Depends on who’s making it. I guess I like it kinda soggy.

ISP: What movie can you watch over and over and never get tired of?

TM: Easy A.

ISP: What song can you listen to over and over and never get tired of?

TM: Lupe Fiasco…um, what is it? [A few hours after she left, Tanner txt’d me: “The song is called The Show Goes On“.]

ISP: I dunno Lupe Fiasco. Do you know Wilco?

TM: No.

ISP: Does size matter?

TM: Only for looks.

ISP: What panties do you wear in your private life?

TM: Depends on what I’m wearing. If I’m wearing a dress then I wear little shorts. It also depends on where I’m going.

ISP: I heard you have a thing for older men.

TM: I do!

ISP: I’m 47. Does that mean I’m in?

TM: Perfect! I like ’em floatin’ around 50.

ISP: Would that be The Daddy Issue living inside your head?

TM: I’ve resolved The Daddy Issue. Jesus Saves!

ISP: Are you for real right now? Can we talk about this?

TM: OK!

ISP: When did you get saved?

TM: A few months ago.

ISP: How do you deal with the conflicting moral issue of your theology and being in porn? And would you go as far as to say you’re a Jesus Freak?

TM: At first I thought I would have to be a Jesus Freak. That’s another reason I was out of porn. I thought I was gonna quit. That’s what initially started the binge drug use. How I felt internally about porn. I thought it was a bad thing. I was already sexually active, and I really needed money…so I got in. Then, after I got in, it was kinda like a current, in a way like a current is…you can’t control things…the fans, getting booked. I was young, too. And we’re all sinners. I love myself and I share and I give. It’s not all taking. Before, when I was on drugs, I was a taker. Now, I’m giving. I want to share my body with people who really appreciate it. Accept the love. I used to run from it. Now I embrace.

ISP: So are we all gonna go to hell cause we’re in porn?

TM: Not at all. Being saved means you’re going to Heaven.

ISP: If you go into the bathroom and you blow my floatin’-around-50-year-old wee wee, we’re still good for Heaven?

TM: Um…right. We have choices.

The Minion (who’s been here the whole time, editing and listening to the interview): Time to prove it!

Tanner Mayes Interview

Guest Bloggers

Today’s Guest Blogger: “Babs Johnson” on Takin’ It Up The Shit Pipe.

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Jessi Volt interracial anal sex movies
From time to time I have guests blog whatever it is they feel like blogging. I will not tell them what to blog; I won’t edit it; I won’t influence the Guest Blogger in any way.

“Babs Johnson” is the nom de plume of an Ex-Porno Princess…and I’ll leave it at that. No need to know her old stage name, as it won’t add anything more to her entry. I do keep in touch with some of the girls I’ve shot in the past, and it’s always interesting to watch their lives progress post porno. It’s definitely a blog entry in of itself. I asked Babs to blog about being a post sex worker, but instead I got something stinky and shitty and super fun.

Whenever I ask a current Porno Princess why she doesn’t do anal, the automatic reply is, “cause it hurts!” or “that’s an exit-only hole!” But the truth is shit happens (literally), and girls are petrified of poo-poo, as is most everyone…except the folks who are super into anal. I’ll grill the Porno Princess who won’t do anal, and sure enough…after a couple of minutes, almost every single one admits they don’t do anal cause they’re afraid they’re gonna shit all over the hired Stunt Cock.

I’ll shut my mouth now.
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WHAT A SHITTY GUEST POST!
By Babs Johnson

When pondering the in’s and out’s of anal sex, one wonder’s to himself, “How shitty will things get?” They can get real shitty, my friend. Real. Shitty.

Once upon about four years ago, I was self-employed as a sex worker. I performed in clubs under various, awesomely bad names such as “Felony”, “Domino”, “Margot Tenenbaum”, and the most notorious of all, “Mustang Sally”. It wasn’t long until I traveled West and found some fortune in the World of Pornography. Oh, it was quite glorious. A lovely income, parties, interesting people, and a steady diet of Nothing (with a cigarette chaser). I saw me as quite the svelte and silly young thing. Ah…good times. Now, on to the Shit-Chat.

As an actively employed young porn starlet, you are expected to perform anal sex pretty much from the get go. Unless you look like Heidi Klum, in which case you could have earned a comfortable living performing in girl/girl, sissy-shit porno.

When I was a performer, I prepared for an anal sex scene one day in advance. I would eat very little the day before and use an enema before bed, ate nothing the day of the shoot and did an enema before the shoot. I always used warm water, never the prepared fluid. I would take two Imodium AD the morning of the shoot. I did this routine at least twice a week for two years. Sound shitty? Yeah, it could be. However, it was nothing compared to having a complete anal meltdown in the middle of shooting an anal sex scene at work.

One of my very first anal sex scenes was for a big, well-established Beverly Hills publications company. The company seemed to be on top of things on their end, but the director had it out for me from the get-go. He told me I was too fat. He didn’t like my hair. He didn’t like me, and that was that. But, he was also a complete maniac to the ten crew members and two male performers on set. He screamed and yelled about our terrible acting all morning until it was time to shoot the anal. Remember that complete anal meltdown I told you about? Well, here it is.

It was a shit-tacular. A festival of shit. A shit-posium. A shit-phony.

The director had a shit-fit.

I had not yet developed the fail-proof “pre-anal sex plan” of Solid B-Level Porn Actor Me. It was really bad.

The shit-phony caused about a two-hour cleanup delay. I spent that time being screamed at by both my agent on the phone, and the maniac director. He kept screaming at me “VIE DON’T YOU JUST GO EAT ZEE SHIIT! YOU ARE SHIITING ALL OVER MY SET, FUCK YOU STUPID AMERICAN COW! GO CRY! I WANT TO SEE YOU CRY LITTLE PIGGY!”

I was pretty sure I’d be blamed if that breathing sack of excrement went missing, so I let his eruption of mouth diarrhea slide.

Are you loving the shit references? I sure am.

Anyhow, in case you were wondering…anal sex can get shitty (but it’s dirty and fun anyhow, so just put it in already!)

Love to you All,
Auntie Babs

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Are You a Fan Boy?

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the typical porn fan
The first time I met a Porno Princess in the flesh was 1992. I was living in Dallas, peddling stocks and bonds, and after the market would close the crew would jam into a couple of cars and head to Caligula’s, where we would patronize strippers and wolf down their late lunch buffet before we’d head back to the office to start cold calling the West Coast.

A lot of the strip joints along Northwest Highway like to label themselves “Men’s Clubs”, and they’d play it up with nice tables, cushy sofas and over-sized chairs, and afternoon buffets with (believe it or not) edible food. They were fine, but I always preferred slumming it in the sleazy joints on Harry Hinds Blvd where C-grade strippers would give handies under the table for twenty bucks.

One day we busted into “Calig’s” and there, right in front of my very eyes, was Keisha. I missed her name on the marquee out front, but there was no missing her inside, working all the members of The Lonely Hearts Club who referred to themselves as “regulars”.

Strip joints in the afternoon — like getting wasted in the afternoon — was always a favorite of mine.

The only thing that surprised me more than Keisha working the stage? Keisha signing and selling stuff after her routine! I went straight for the cheezy, who-knows-what-kind-of-entity-owns-this ATM, and pulled out a couple hundred bucks (which cost me $10). Then, I stood in line.

I got lap dances from Keisha! She sat in my lap and whispered dirty things in my ear while she signed stuff!! I walked out with a couple of signed Polaroids (she had to shake them dry before they were good to go), a signed VHS, as well as a personally inscribed message on the inside of the bill of my SST baseball cap: “Billy, I want to taste your sweet cum! XOXO Keisha”. (SST was a punk label, and some of my favorite bands (Meat Puppets, Husker Dü, Minutemen) were SST bands).

Imagine that! A personal, heartfelt message from none other than adult superstar Keisha! And back at the office a couple hours later, it was show-and-tell time…and they all envied my super sweet Keisha swag.

How times have changed. I used to be a fan. I guess I still am. I like true amateur porn featuring people we’ve never seen before, but the problem is it’s scarce; in addition, I make smutty sleaze for a living now, and if I’ve said it once, I’ll say it a zillion times: if you wanna cure yourself of your Porno Fanboydom, just start making it for a living.

Not that I ever really was. My porno consumption in the old days was about every other week; I’d venture into Tower Records and see what new smut hit the shelves, and I’d rent a couple titles. I never bought a tape. I was a renter. And I preferred Tower Records to the porno shops, cause the Sleaze Factor was way diminished at Tower. And I always hated taking my smut to the counter, especially when a girl was behind the register. I’m sure you remember that feeling, too.

When VHS machines started selling for under a couple hundred bucks, I bought a second one so I could dupe scenes I liked, and a few favorites went on a compilation tape not unlike the one David hands Andy in “40 Year Old Virgin” — except mine was called Billy’s Boner Jams ’96.

After Keisha, I never met a Porno Princess until I met Phyllisha Anne at one of the very first Porno Webmaster Conventions ever held (New Orleans, 1999). By now, I was in the biz, and instead of “will you sign my cap?” my question was, “are you bookable, and how much to shoot you?” I would like to think Phyllisha Ann found my naïve question charming. “Oh, I’m bookable! When do you wanna work? How about in a couple hours? And how much you got in budget?”

Other than writing a letter and sending it to their PO Box (which wasn’t easy information to obtain, I suppose) there really wasn’t much of a way to communicate with your favorite Porno Princess…unless you lived in Porn Valley, I suppose. And then I guess it was total luck if you ran into one at, say, the produce section of Ralph’s…and had the balls to say hello.

Super creepy fun at Ralph’s!

Thank God for the internet! Thank God for mySpace!! Thank God for Twitter!!! Thank God for Facebook!!!!

Now you can tell your favorite Porno Princess all about your 10 inch cock, and send them the big cock pics you found online and say it’s you! Then tell your favorite girl how much you love them!! Try to arrange a meeting!! Feedback is immediate, too! No waiting around for a SASE to come back. You can communicate with your favorite Stunt Cock! Even producers and directors!! Then, when they don’t respond accordingly, you can tell them how much you hate them. You can get into all sorts of graphic detail about how much they suck, how much better you fuck, or how much better you take pictures and make movies; and, when they still don’t respond the way you want, you get really adventurous and post personal information like real names, addresses, family members…even make death threats! Then, after you grow bored, or you’re blocked out of their life, move on to the next!

Woot woot!

Thank God for the internet.

Current Events

Vintage Porn, a Gallup Poll, and Our Morals.

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Vintage Porn by Ron Vogel
So I’ve had some time to start scanning negatives into Photoshop. It’s really a great time to waste a whole bunch of time very quickly. Remember I told you about Julio and my package his crew ripped off? Turns out it was even better than I thought.

How ’bout the TV in the background of our first babe’s photoshoot? That shit was cutting edge in 1971! And her great tan lines!! Can we bring back tan lines? And PLEASE can we bring back some bush??

How ’bout the big hair & pig tails on our second lovely lass?

Most of the pictures I got a hold of were taken by an old-school smut peddler named Ron Vogel. Check out his IMDB. It starts all the way back in 1960 with “Not Tonight, Henry“, and includes “The Bashful Blonde from Beautiful Bendover”, “Sex Trek II: The Search for Sperm”, “King Tung Is the Egyptian Lover”, and “The Adventures of Tracy Dick: The Case of the Missing Stiff”.

“The Adventures of Tracy Dick: The Case of the Missing Stiff” also starred a 16 year old — successfully passing herself off as an adult at the time — named “Traci Lords“.

I love the history of my business.

Here’s the trailer for Not Tonight, Henry. Take a minute and check it out and try to imagine a time when that sort of thing was “dirty”.

Vogel’s still alive, and, in addition to the movies he was involved with, one of his biggest claims to fame was shooting his daughter for Playboy. This was the same year Dorothy Stratton was a Playmate of the month.

I love the history of my business.

One of the biggest scores in my stack o’ vintage smut was an manila folder containing the photos — and the model release! — from a girl calling herself “Laura”. The best part is her release? It also functions as a Q & A for a potential magazine interview…if the publisher who ended up buying the content needed an interview for his Jerk Rag. It’s dated Sept. 22, 1974, and it’s really amazing how things don’t change — only the girls.

Some memorable quotes from “Laura”: My ambition is to be a model and get into some acting. Since I want modeling to be my career, I want to be the best I can be. I was in the Miss California Figure Model Contest. Some of my pet peeves are when people smirk at you under their breath when they’re upset with you…like when they laugh in your face because you did something they thought was wrong or stupid or something like that. My secret desire is to make love to Robert Redford. And I look for a man that respects a woman for what she is and has understanding with people.

I love the history of my business! Now, if I could only get my hands on some of Irving Klaw’s negatives and releases.

While I was scanning and printing my Olde Tyme Dirty Pictures, I came across a news article stating “66% of Americans Say Porn is Morally Wrong“. This really didn’t surprise me a whole lot, and, of course, the article’s title is a bit misleading. In addition, I’m sure they’re talking about using porn as a masturbation aide — as opposed to shooting it, starring in it, or making a living off it in any way, shape, or form.

If the Gallup Poll asked about actually being part of the pornography business, I’m willing to bet 95% of Americans would say it’s bad.

I wonder what the number would be if they were asked, “Do you feel it’s morally wrong to take nudie pics of your daughter?”

The poll is actually pretty fascinating. It encompasses “the moral acceptability of a series of different actions human beings engage in”. In addition to pornography, the poll covers infidelity, cloning, polygamy, gay relationships, divorce, the death penalty, gambling, and clothes made from the fur of dead animals. Age of the participants and political affiliations are also taken into consideration.

Overall, we really don’t like suicide, cloning humans, and polygamy.

I’m OK with suicide, I’m not OK with cloning humans, and I don’t like polygamy. (I have no problem with poly-amorous relationships).

Overall, we think divorce, gambling, using human stem cells for research, and sex between unmarried men and women is OK.

I don’t like divorce (unless there’s no children involved, or you do it after your kids turn 18), I love love love stem cell research, and I think sex between unmarried folks is super groovy.

Democrats think out-of-wedlock births, doctor-assisted suicide, and abortion is OK.

I don’t like out-of-wedlock births, I like doctor-assisted suicide, and while I hate abortion, I think a women has an absolute, God-given right to own her reproductive rights.

Republicans have no issues with fucking over the lower and middle classes, exploiting workers, sending our soldiers into meaningless wars, white-collar crime, sending American jobs to third-world shit holes in order to increase profitability, voting to change tax codes in order not to pay their fair share, and/or altering the Democratic Process in order to ensure their candidate wins a Presidential election.

OK — the Gallup folks didn’t say that — I did. And I stand by it.

Older people (over 35) think porn, gay relationships, premarital sex, and out-of-wedlock births are bad.

I’m over 35 and I love the first three things; I already told you how I feel about out-of-wedlock births.

Younger people (under 35) think medical testing on animals and the death penalty are bad.

I believe in medical testing on animals and the death penalty, but only under certain circumstances…circumstances I’m not even sure I can define at this moment. Well, wait. If DNA evidence proves the murderer is a murderer beyond a reasonable doubt, and it was a pre-meditated, yucky murder…then kill the Mofo. And if we have to put an animal down in order to figure out how to save a human life, sorry…the poor critter has got to go.

Finally, by a whopping 91% to 7% percentage margin, married men and women having an affair was considered “morally wrong”.

Yet, from what I can tell, almost all married couples can’t remain monogamous.

Funny how that works.

Vintage Porn by Ron Vogel

Interview with a Pornstar, Porno Interviews

Interview with a Porn Star (#84): Nicki Blue

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Nicki Blue
I Shoot Porn: So let me see if I have this right — you lost your vaginal virginity on camera?

Nicki Blue: Of course! I lost it in front of 100 people who witnessed it live, as well as the 600+ viewing it from Kink’s live stream.

ISP: Cause yesterday, when we were traveling back from the secret gloryhole and you told me the story, I thought you were being figurative…like having sex in front of a camera for the first time. Certainly not literal. How can you go that long without sex?

NB: Well, I’ve been doing anal since I was a teenager. I started experimenting with things in my ass when I was 13. For example, I was putting fingers in my butt, then working my way up to hair brush handles. I had no idea about sex toys then, and since I lived in the South, there weren’t a whole lot of sex shops. Anyways, I had my first true anal sex experience with a boy when I was 16.

ISP: So you were giving up the booty hole back then, just not the V-Jayjay.

NB: Correct. I used my butt like most girls use their vagina.

ISP: Just like Mormon girls do before they get married.

NB: Yep! And I didn’t have to worry about getting pregnant, either! I would let the boys bust in my ass worry free.

ISP: How much was your virginity worth on camera?

NB: I won’t tell, except to say Kink paid me very well. They got a great show. A lot of people were very skeptical until they show Marc Davis pop my cherry…and they saw the blood. A couple people actually walked out. They were disturbed. James Deen was nervous. He was second in line. James actually said it on camera — “I’m nervous”. He’s usually very confident, but he told me right before he put it in that he was nervous…cause it was real.

ISP: People argue — and perhaps rightly so — that you’ve totally cheapened a very special, sacred moment in a girl’s life by selling your virginity. How do you respond?

NB: That was the way I wanted to lose it. It was my dream to lose it that way, and I would hope that other women could lose their virginity the way they want to…as opposed to doing it in a way they would regret later.

ISP: When did you start planning this?

NB: When I was 19.

ISP: And you made it to 19 as a virgin by giving up your ass to the dudes you liked.

NB: Correct.

ISP: I can respect that. I’m all about women having the power to make their own choices, no matter how others perceive them. What can a man do that makes you happy almost every single time he does it?

NB: Well, I’m truly bi-sexual, so it could be a woman, too. What I like most is someone who doesn’t have inhibitions, and I’m pretty kinky, and I like to experiment, and I like it when my partner feels the same way.

ISP: Is penis size important?

NB: I love variety. That’s why I love gang bang scenarios! I love feeling them all! Long ones make me squirt, fat ones stretch me out, and the small ones give me a sensual, Cloud 9 feeling.

ISP: Circumcised or not?

NB: Mark Davis isn’t circumcised, and he was my first. It felt really good. Really soft. Cloud 9. True love making.

ISP: What kind of panties do you wear?

NB: Booty shorts.

ISP: What combo do you order at McDonald’s?

NB: I usually get coffee at McDonald’s. Or one of their smoothies. I don’t eat their food, really, except for their apple pies.

ISP: Ever burn your tongue off scarfing a McDonald’s apple pie too fast?

NB: Yes, and then I can’t taste shit.

ISP: Can you orgasm from anal sex?

NB: Yes! You know what’s kinda sad and still cool? I orgasm the most from anal. I always have my best orgasms with something in my ass. It’s way harder for me to cum from vaginal sex. Put something in my ass, please!

ISP: What do you watch on TV?

NB: I’m excited to start watching True Blood. I just got HBO so I can start watching that. I really liked Heroes when it was playing, and honestly, since then, I’ve been so busy I don’t have time for TV.

ISP: What’s on your iPod right now?

NB: Nicki Minaj, Lady Gaga, ummm, lemme see. Avril Lavigne. Avenge Sevenfold. I really like their creative lyrics, and I love the guitarist. I like to listen to a real band…not computers.

ISP: Where are you from?

NB: I grew up in Tennessee, but I was educated in Florida. I have a AA in Photography.

ISP: What kind of pictures to you like to take?

NB: I like flashlight photography. I take pictures in the dark, and I set the exposure for a long time, and I draw things in the air. Swirlies, balls, boobs, penises, that sort of thing.

ISP: Are you a sex addict?

NB: Yes.

ISP: That means I can have my way with you?

NB: (laughs) Yes!

ISP: How can your future fans have their way with you?

NB: I’m on Twitter. I also have my site. I blog on my site, as well as post all the videos that appear on my YouTube channel.

Nicki Blue

Interview with a Pornstar, Porno Interviews

Interview with a Porn Star (#83): Elizabeth Bentley

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Elizabeth Bentley
I Shoot Porn: When you walked in, my make-up artist said you look like a “little Mariah Carey”.

Elizabeth Bentley: I get that a lot. Especially when I’m a blonde. I don’t see it though…to be honest with you. I’ve had people stop me in the middle of the road to tell me that.

ISP: Who do you see yourself as?

EB: I think I’m unique looking. I don’t see anyone when I look in the mirror. I’m myself.

ISP: What’s your damage?

EB: I was never sexually assaulted, raped, or molested. Nothing like that. I’ve just always had an interest in porn. I’d turn on The Playboy Channel at night when I was really young, and I’d just sit there and watch it.

ISP: What kind of porn do you like to watch?

EB: The first porn I watched was lesbian porn. That’s how I learned how to masturbate. From that, I watched a lot of features. Stuff on Cinemax. Late night cable. I had to hide it from my parents, too. I almost got caught a couple times! My mom actually found a bunch of lesbian porn on my computer one day and was worried about me being gay.

ISP: Are you gay?

EB: I’m bi-sexual. I love girls, though. I have an appreciate of the female body. When I’m out in public I like to compliment a pretty girl, even when she has a bitch face on. It changes their whole attitude. No one ever compliments me when I’m out in the street!

ISP: When did you first experience lesbian love?

EB: I was 15 or 16. It was with one of my very best friends. She looks like Angelina Jolie with a gap tooth — like Madonna. We were in our friend’s saltwater hot tub at a huge pool party at an estate in Southern Alabama. We were doing rails. I think I blew 6 rails and then we got down and started doing stuff. There was a video camera rolling, and everyone wanted me to do a three way…with her boyfriend and her. This was the girl I did lezbo stuff with. She got mad when he started banging me, so I pushed him off and just did her. It was definitely an interesting night.

ISP: What’s your drug of choice?

EB: I don’t do pills. They’re fucking disgusting. I don’t drink cause my dad’s an alcoholic. I haven’t done coke in like 5 years. I love weed. I smoke it every day — 5 or 6 times a day. It sucks when I do scenes, too, cause I always get cotton mouth, so I can’t spit on the dick.

ISP: What’s the one thing you’ve done in your life that you’re most embarrassed about?

EB: At the time I got my heartagram tatt I didn’t think it was embarrassing. It was bad ass when I got it…now I’m like WTF was I thinking? I liked the meaning of it back then, but not now. I hate it. I also almost overdosed, too. That was pretty embarrassing. I was like 13, and I snuck out of the house, did a bunch of coke with my cousins, then snuck back in through the window. I looked at my hands, and they were blue. So I woke my mom up and told her I was ODing. She put me in a bath and I got through it.

ISP: You were a handful growing up, huh?

EB: I do what I want, when I want. My reasoning will outweigh yours. Do I sound like a cocky-ass bitch? But I’ve been controlled my whole life, so now I don’t let people tell me what to do.

ISP: Who controlled you?

EB: My dad. My ex-husband. My dad ruled with fear, and my ex did the same.

ISP: How did you find your way into this biz?

EB: I found an ad on Tampa Backpage. I did some more research and found my agent.

ISP: What are your limitations?

EB: I don’t do anal. No IR, yet. I’ve never been gang banged before, but I might do it…if it was the right people.

ISP: So you’re family knows what’s up?

EB: Yea, and I don’t care. I’m making more money than they are. The reaction was negative. My mom freaked out. I laid it on her hard and fast. “I’m an adult film star, and you can talk to me or not. Either way, I’m gonna do this!”

ISP: What do you hate about yourself?

EB: I have no tits and my ears poke out like Dumbo.

ISP: What’s your favorite fast food?

EB: Popeye’s red beans and rice is the shit. And their mashed potatoes. I love carbs!

ISP: Do you love sperm?

EB: I love sperm! It’s my daily does of Vitamin D! That and protein! I’m pretty sure sperm has protein in it. You know my favorite color is rainbow? I don’t have a specific favorite color. I have these rainbow-and-leopard print eyeglasses. They’re like Buddy Holly glasses…but they’re rainbow.

ISP: Wow! A nineteen year old just made a Buddy Holly reference. What’s your favorite song of his?

EB: Um…I don’t know. I like ’em all! I’m totally into that era of music. I also love The Beatles, The Stones, Donovan, Sly & The Family Stone, CS&N, The Doors. Iron Butterfly! Can’t forget them!! I’ve watched Woodstock like 10 times. Every time Hendrix plays “The Star Spangled Banner” I well up in tears.

ISP: You’ve only done six scenes, so no one’s really heard of you…yet. How can your future fans find you?

EB: I Twitter — just don’t put the “i” into my name. I Facebook! I also perform on Naked.com. If you wanna shoot me, call Jim South.

Elizabeth Bentley

Nothing To Do With Porn

Ain’t Life Grand?

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I dunno about you, but I think about it all the time — life is fucking strange. Weird. And the older I get, the more I think — can it get any crazier? — which is about the time something even more fucked-up happens. So today, when my phone rang, and the display read RESTRICTED, I knew something was about to go down. And since I was feeling up to some random idiocy, I answered. Cause almost all the time when my phone says RESTRICTED, there’s some Foolio on the other end waiting to stir up the pot.

“This is Billy,” I said, in my stern, RESTRICTED voice.

“Um, hey Billy.” Long pause. “My name is Julio.”

Another long pause…during which time I choose not to say another word — until he says something. Cause I’m fairly certain he’s gonna ask me for a job as a Stunt Cock. And of course I’ve already have his answer, cause between e-mails and random phone calls, I get about 20 of these a week. They go something like this:

My name’s “AJ”. I’m 19 years old, 190 lbs with a fit and slim yet muscular build, I’m 6’3″, and I live in Upland, California (about 40 mins away from Los Angeles). I’m ok with ANY kind of sexual activity, even receiving oral from a male actor. However I’m not into any kind of sexual activity that is homosexual, other than receiving oral. I have hairy legs, but my pubic hair is shaved and well taken care of haha. I have a 9″ penis when erect (6″ when flaccid), I have a lot of stamina, a strong sex drive, and I’m comfortable with performing infront of an audience. I’ve attached a few photos here and I will send another email with my attached video that i put together. I have some professional modeling pictures that I can send to you also if you’d like. Hope to hear from you soon!

or

Hi my name is g. Im a straight white mail long sell taken care of hair athletic body 2 shoulder tatoo,s nothing crazy…would love to get into this I’m a surfer looking guy..good looking could make u money give me a call

or

hi billy, im interesting on working on the adult movies, my name is f, i am 24 9/1/1986 i am in los angeles ca. please answer me..

and the phone calls always come from RESTRICTED and just like Julio’s call, they say hey Billy so-and-so gave me your number cause they said I’d be good at porno. Can I have a shot?

First thing’s first — and I’ve said this a million times — you wouldn’t be good at porno cause I’ll 99% certain that you can’t be male talent in any kind of porno, cause once the spotlight’s on you and there’s a hot (intimidating) chick and a stern (intimidating) director and a whole bunch of (intimidating) people wandering are set, your wiener’s gonna be as hard as 1st grade math.

But that’s not why Julio was calling.

He didn’t want to be male talent.

He had a “package” for me, and he was calling from a pay phone at a doughnut shop close to my studio.

I hung up immediately, terrified.

WTF?

A package? What’s that supposed to mean? Which is about the same time Creepy Q, who edits the content I shoot for Blacks on Blondes, hit me up via ICQ: “I got your package, Billy!”

So now I got Creepy Q on my computer telling me about a package, and a dude I don’t know named Julio calling me about a package. That’s when it hit: I never told you this, but last fall I sent a FedEX to Creepy Q…and it never got there. FedEX dropped the ball, so to speak; hence, there’s 5 or 6 movies of big black dicks fucking little white chicks floating around the world — someplace. And no one’s ever seen them.

Except me.

And Julio?

That’s when I got pissed at myself for hanging up the phone so quickly. And like a scared, little girl.

Which is about when my phone rang again. And again, RESTRICTED.

“Is that you bro?” I answered.

Yep. I called him “bro”. Like we were bros all of a sudden.

“Yea man,” Julio said. “Hey dude don’t be such a dick. I just got a package here with your name on it, and I think it’s only fair I give it back to you.”

“It’s a FedEX, right?” I hid the excitement in my voice, cause I didn’t want him to think it was that big of a deal. Last thing I need is Julio asking for a big reward.

“No man,” he said. “This ain’t no FedEX box.”

So now I’m terrified — again. What kind of package is he talking about? Is this some sort of weird set up? And if it’s not the FedEX, how did this dude get my phone number in the first place? Which is what I asked him.

“Shaggy gave it to me.”

I have no idea who Shaggy is. I do know of a Shaggy who rides around with a crew in a hip van called “The Mystery Machine”. There’s Shaggy, and Velma, Daphne and Fred. And a dog that talks. Other than that, not once have I heard a dude referring to himself as “Shaggy”. Not in real life, anyway.

“Dude, I have no idea what you’re talking about. I don’t know any Shaggy. And if it’s not a FedEX package, I don’t know of any package being delivered to me. You’re calling me from a restricted number, and I have no idea how you got my number…so I’m about to hang up again. Cause you’re kinda freaking me out.”

Julio said, “Do you know Eric Kroll?”

Of course I know Kroll. We’re pals. Adrianna Nicole introduced us a few years back, and we’ve been friends since. Kroll’s a collector, too, just like me. And we both collect vintage smut: old nudie pics, vintage pulps, 8mm films, contact sheets, black & white negatives, and dirty mags that are long forgotten: Titter and Beauty Parade and Wink, just to name a few.

A month ago Kroll sent me a package of all the stuff I just told you about, and sure enough I never got it, cause the package was too big to fit in my mailbox, so the postman left it on top of all the mailboxes, and a pack of thieves led by a dude named Julio took it. “We thought it was a PS3 or some shit like that. Something good we could eBay. You know? When we went through it, I was like what the fuck? This ain’t nothin’ but old-time porno. Black and white shit. Who gives a fuck about that? Plus, I didn’t want my girl to think I was doing shit behind her back. If she saw a big box of porno sitting around my place, she’d get pissed. Anyway, I’m sorry I ripped you off, and I just wanted to give this back to you, bro. I just want to do the right thing! Besides, stealing mail is serious shit, and I don’t want no trouble, you know?”

I totally forgot about Kroll’s package! I wanted to jump out of the car and hug the dude. Instead, I handed him 20 bucks and thanked him.

Then I asked him, “So, how did you get my number?”

“I sell this dude weed. He’s in your business. When I showed him the package with your name on in, he told me he knew you, and he gave me your number.” Then, Julio handed me his cell, and sure enough, Stunt Cock’s number was on the screen — as “Shaggy” — which isn’t his porno name at all. Good thing, too, cause who would hire anyone named Shaggy to do anything?

Then it hit me: the only reason this dude was returning my package was out of fear. Julio knew Shaggy was gonna see me again, and if Shaggy woulda told me what he knew, I would have called the cops on Julio.

Then — “Hey Billy, you think you could hire me? I wanna be in one of your movies. I can fuck like a champ!”

“You got a big dick?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer. (Every dude has a big dick, until it’s time to pull it out.)

“Hell ya I do. I’ll get my lady to make it big and then I’ll send you a pic!”

I didn’t even get back to the studio when my phone chirped. Damn, I thought. That was fast. I flipped it open, and the picture wasn’t from Julio at all. It was from a Porno Princess — a pal of mine — and she sends me a naked dude with his wiener flopped out of his pants.

“Who’s this?” I txt’d back to Porno Princess. “And why did you send it to me?”

“My brother,” she wrote back. “He wants to get in the biz. He’s got 7″, and he’s tone and fit and shoots a big load.”

I was stopped at a traffic light, already going through Kroll’s package of beautiful, old-school sleaze, some of which was spread across the passenger’s seat. I reread the text. The sun was bright, and a breeze made everything feel perfect. The thermometer on my dash said 71°. It seems like the weather is perfect here almost all the time. No wonder 15 million people live in this city.

I read the text one more time and shook my head as I made my way back to the studio.

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Interview with a Pornstar, Porno Interviews

Interview with a Porn Star (#82): Destiny Porter

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Destiny Porter
I Shoot Porn: So you were porno in 2008, and you shot 5 or 6 scenes, and then you quit?

Destiny Porter: Yea – well, I went to Florida to make money. I shot for Bang Bros., Reality Kings, Contortionists.com, and a few others. And then I quit. I wanted to peruse a medical career.

ISP: What specifically?

DP: I got my medic’s license. I work in ER. I’m part of the staff, so when a call comes in, I’m drawing blood, running IV’s, inserting catheters, and I run the trauma team.

ISP: So this is your very first scene back after your hiatus?

DP: Yes!

ISP: I bet you have a fan base that’s wondering what the heck happened to you.

DP: Think so? Well, I know I had some fans from back then.

ISP: Why come back to porn?

DP: Aside from the money, I enjoy the sex. I’ve been promiscuous since I’ve been a young girl. I mean how many young girls aspire to do porn? I found a dirty magazine when I was 9 in my parents’ room, and I loved the way the looked. I wanted to be a porn star.

ISP: What magazine?

DP: I don’t remember the title, but it was German, so I couldn’t read any of it. My dad was stationed over there. Anyway, I loved the way the girl looked, and the way she posed, and her female sexuality. I couldn’t wait til my boobs got as big as hers. Do you remember that movie Mischief?

ISP: No.

DP: When my parents would leave me at home with my sisters, we’d pop that movie into the VHS. I didn’t understand why that movie made me feel the way it did down there. Not til I was older.

ISP: Recap that movie.

DP: It’s a 50’s style movie, and there’s a part in the it where they’re making out in the back seat, and she’s got a poodle skirt on, and they end up getting caught. The cop opened the door, and the guy’s got her panties in his hand, and the girls sexually frustrated.

ISP: Are you into cops?

DP: I love men in authority. A “manly-man” turns me on. Chest hair. Self-confidence. A strong presence in the room. Especially when they’re emotionally secure. A family man. There’s nothing cuter than a guy playing with his kids.

ISP: Let’s focus on the Cop Fetish. Let’s pretend I pull you over in a remote area for speeding. You’re kinda horny, you’ve been popping pills, and there’s pills all over the front seat of your car — along with some empty beer bottles. Oh, and by the way, you like the way I look. How do you get out of the ticket.

DP: Well, first I don’t do drugs or drink and drive. Totally irresponsible.

ISP: But you’re ruining my fantasy! Besides, this really happened to Barbie Cummings.

DP: I have been pulled over. And I’ve gotten a ticket…and I can’t get a ticket. I’m a medic! So here’s the story: the cop started flirting with me. So, he gave me the signal that I knew it was “OK”, and I “offered” some time in the back of the car. We get into the back of the squad car, and he handcuffs me. He starts telling me to “take it” if I don’t want the ticket.

ISP: Take what?

DP: Every inch of his 10 and 1/2…if I could.

ISP: Please continue.

DP: So I took as much as I could until it felt like he was splitting me open…handcuffed with my arms behind my back. All of it I could, anyway. What he and I did not know is that during the escapade, we had bumped his radio, and the entire county could hear everything that was going on. It was late night — around 2AM — so no one really heard. Afterwards, he gathered up his things, and across the radio you could hear the guys congratulating him on a job well done.

ISP: Is it ok to profess my love for you now?

DP: (laughs) — yea, worship the ground I walk on.

ISP: You’re a dom? A top?!

DP: Yea. I’m a natural dom.

ISP: Would you pee on me?

DP: I would! But you ‘d have to beg for it. I haven’t dommed in porn, but I wish someone would ask me. I’d be great at it! I wish Girlfriend Films would hire me, cause I love girls, and I love to top them. I am bisexual. I was at a model house once, and Jayden Moore told me she was a dom. But she didn’t act like one. She, um…so within the first three days I enslaved her.

ISP: What functions did she perform?

DP: Anything I told her. Strap-ons, eating my pussy…she did everything I told her to.

ISP: I’m ready to worship you right this very second.

DP: Are you thirsty?

ISP: Yes, very.

DP: On your knees and drink whatever I give you.

ISP: Wait! Before I do that, how can fans get a hold of you?

DP: Facebook.

ISP: Very good…now, where were we?

Destiny Porter