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Jessica Drake Fired By Sin City

David Michaels writes for jizzbiz.tv (reprinted here with permission): OK, maybe she wasn't "fired." Everyone can be so technical. But the joke around the industry is that Sin City's wedding gift to their contract girl was a pink slip. News now is that 4 other employees at the company have been s--- canned because of some musings left on my colleagues website www.simplyjimmyd.com The "official" press release from the sinners at Sin City Entertainment announced that, the company has announced that performer, Jessica Drake is no longer under contract with the company. Ms. Drake’s contract has expired, and Sin City has opted to go in another direction. Sin City spokesperson Scott Stein explains, "Sin City wishes Jessica the very best. We feel our relationship has been mutually beneficial. Sin City believes in the ‘contract girl’ and is engaged in a nationwide talent search, where we can introduce a fresh, new talent to the adult consumer."

The good part is, as soon as Jessica left Sin City, she was snatched up over at super classy porners, Simon Wolf Productions. I was hanging out there the other day to check out some screeners of their new titles and saw her hubby Evan Stone with what looked like a real live wolf.

Elijah Blue - the spawn of Cher and Greg Allman was on the Howard Stern's show recently. He went off on all his past girlfriends. On Heather Graham, Blue cracked, "She's not in danger of being recruited by Mensa anytime soon." Blue described fellow rock offspring Bijou Phillips as "wretched" and called their fling a "3 a.m. swap." As for Lionel Richie's lovely daughter, Nicole Richie, they were - ah, yes - "just friends." Then things got good when Stern asked if the rumors were true that he had dated porn star, Amber Lynn. The wannabe pop star had this to say: "That is not true," Blue replied. "She's wretched." Stern, quoting a story in a newspaper said Cher was so upset by his dating Lynn that it broke up the relationship between Blue and his mother.

What porn company publicist got her pussy eaten out by rocker, (rhymes with Hanson), backstage at an event they attended.

Government Porn

Frankincense writes: "Good Morning, please come in and sit down, Mr. Sweatyballs" I walked in to her office and sat down, setting my briefcase on the chair and opening it; I was ready to "schmooze."

Her name was Gretchen Glabmann. After several letters exchanged, I came to know her as a no-nonsense, rather cold woman. Her monotone voice and demanding personality on the phone gave me the strong impression she was a man hater. Her handshake was that of an iron worker.

I dressed down for the meeting. A meager sport jacket, dockers, oxfords, a tie that screamed, "birthday gift from Aunt Margaret" and a button down shirt. I styled my hair carefully recreating the Midwest bank teller look from the 50s. I was Mr. Mediocre.

I was there that day for a final review of my 'Not For Profit' funding by Health and Human Services. I had applied a year earlier hurdling every ridiculous obstacle they so graciously put before me; I was determined. Gretchen's looks didn't quite fit her masculine, "Ellen"ish attitude reflected in her prior communication with me.

She was a tall, slinky brunette. She wore a white blouse, a gray check skirt circa "leave it to beaver" and black high heels. Her glasses were fashionable but reserved and her hair was pinned back. No make up except for lipstick, and clear nail polish. I did notice expensive nylons, wondering if they ended at the thigh. And why was this not who I expected? She had the curves of Hwy. 1 and eyes that were deep, seductive and probing. She was a bomb.

"Well, Mr. Sweatyballs, we finally meet" she said as she sat down at her desk, leaning forward to get a good look at me. "Yes, Gretchen, I'm so glad you afforded me this visit, and please, call me Elvis." "Alrighty Elvis, lets get down to business, I've reviewed your applications, your company profile and bi-laws, your financials, and the accounting summary as approved by our auditors.....everything seems to be in order in your application funding but I have some questions and needed to have this meeting to clear a few things up."

"For this grant, It says on your application you will be producing educational videos for students, health care workers, and the public with the purpose of educating safe sex, sexually transmitted diseases, and normal human sexuality, Is that correct?"

"Well, yes, in a nutshell, yes" I said. "I feel there is a great need for these educational videos for the betterment of our society and the general health of the greater population."

I felt confident in my proposal.

"I've taken quite a bit of time reviewing your proposal, the extent and context of your project and the distribution of the materials. You are aware this grant is for four million dollars, correct? and you need to use the grant money within 24 months of funding, you do understand?"

I could feel her pain. She was so uptight.

"Yes, yes I do, and I expect that the budget is adequate for the project, and as you will see in Section 45, under additional fund raising, there is a provision of marketing the videos to the general public at a reduced rate through private distribution. I think this is essential to help offset the cost of production and marketing. Surely, you realize that four million dollars doesn't go very far."

I was hoping my Opie Taylor haircut and charm was helping. "When it comes to this kind of content, Elvis, we must be sure that it is presented in a beneficial way without any bias or misinformation, I'm sure you understand that all scripting and material must be reviewed by myself and others on staff before release."

She peered down on me from her high seat. "Yes, indeed, and as per your request, I have prepared a promotional tape of the materials we will be producing. I have a copy here transferred to DVD and would like to leave it with you for your review."

I handed her the case. The DVD was the most clinical but sexually explicit compilation of sex I could muster up; I was hoping she would never even look at the promo. It was a long shot but I wasn't going to be accused of misrepresentation; I'm asking for a grant to make porn; plain and simple but under the guise of "educational material". Did this woman know what I was trying to accomplish? Twenty adult movies, produced and distributed, paid for with government money. Does she see under fees provision and charges where I will be paid a stipend for production, direction, etc., etc., not to exceed $200,000 per film? Does she see that any proceeds from the sale of said educational videos shall be used solely for the production of additional videos?

How about the topics list? 1. "You and your anus, a journey in health" 2."Preventing teenage pregnancy; 7 safe sexual positions" 3. "The guide to safe sex, a trilogy" 4. "Sex in the work place; The do's and don'ts" 5. "Yes Johnny, Grandparents do get booty calls" 6." Gingivitis and oral sex; A dentist's guide to proper oral care"

"Thank you Elvis, I will review the material at my earliest convenience, and after a doing so, if appropriate, your grant will be approved."

She stood up and shook my hand. Our meeting was over. Elvis has left the building. I walked across the street to a deli to meet a friend for lunch. After two hours of chatting I realized my cell phone was missing. Was it in my car?... no, I remember taking it with me, Did I drop it in the parking lot? No, .......I remember turning it off and setting it on chair next to me in Gretchen's office.

It was half past one as I walked back into the office, I informed the receptionist of my lost phone and she said that Ms. Glabmann was at lunch. She wasn't being very helpful. I informed her I know exactly where it is, if she would like to get it for me. She looked at me as if I had just asked her to give me a nude lap dance for free. "I'm on LUNCH! If you know where it is, go get it yourself."

OK, ok, What a bitch! I walked through the door and down the hall to Ms. Glabmann's office. The door was closed so I knocked but no answer. I opened the door to her office; the lights were off. I walked in and immediately heard moaning, the lighting was dim. I stumbled for the light switch, and with a flick of the switch, I stood, dumbfounded by what I was witnessing. Ms. Glabmann, Gretchen, was at her desk, her legs spread on the desk, straddling a laptop computer. Her skirt was off and her blouse open, exposing her beautiful, supple breasts. Her white lace bra was pushed down. She was reclined in her chair and her head was back she was wearing headphones. Her hair was unpinned and draped her shoulders.

I was so shocked I approached for a better peak, oops, look. The room smelled of lilacs. Her eyes were shut. One hand on her breast, squeezing it; the other was massaging the most pink, luscious pussy I have ever seen. Her pubes were neatly trimmed, and she had two fingers inserted in her pussy. She continued to moan and didn't realize that I had even entered. She was incredible. Too bad I already had lunch.

I realized she was watching my DVD. Without a second thought, I grabbed my cell phone, flicked off the lights, and quickly exited, leaving Gretchen to her lunch time masturbation session. Two weeks later, after day dreaming about Gretchen daily, I received a detailed letter from Ms. Glabmann, informing me I had been approved for the grant with certain outlined provisions. Of which included; Provision 19a. The granting party shall have the option to supervise production and day to day filming of said educational materials. Stipulated that Ms. Gretchen Glabmann shall be assigned to this position. Provision 23. Said producer of educational materials, shall afford conferences at Ms. Glabmann's request, with Ms. Glabmann, to discuss, analyze, and review said scripts and if necessary, by request of Ms. Glabmann, to demonstrate said educational information with her assistance or guidence.

My grant was approved, the wire transfer complete, and Ms. Glabmann, in all her glory, was to be my stunt coordinator and pre-production coordinator. Pay your taxes so I can make more government porn.

Hubris

Frankicense writes: To those to whom this most applies; I was convinced I had the sole rights on slinging hot s--- microwaved on high, ranting about the egotard driven megalomaniacal porn hobby call the "industry". IT'S s--- I TELL YOU!

How the stoic, secular Hebraic herd the unknowing and drug addicted chattel into that surreptitious ring for the romanistic slaughter. No, there are no gladiators in this ring; not the likes of any one of vision or substance.

Those who think they are producing greatness may serve humanity best by being billed at the Tropicana slated for a scat fest. Pure unadulterated disgust, while the plumbing is redirected to the "pit", the "bestest of da westest" are primped and cared for like the giants of past, reverent claim to their fame of being smut grungers. Hair, clothes, make-up .........."Mr. director, we will make you a star......."

Swords supplanted by bottled water and chronic filled silver-plated cigarette cases purchased at the 99 cent store, the "guild" is marched ceremoniously to the pit, where to their utter shock and horror of only their misanthropic kinsmen, they are plummeted face first into the pit of warm human excrement. HOORAH!

As the royalty of porn rave in the stadium seats. "eat that s---, and live a rotten life you puke bastards" the MC blairs over the loudspeaker. For all the times you have not shown on a shoot, suffering from the wicked porn star, Mary Jane, or that racially motivated little pill called "X"? You are no better than those giants of Hollywood who gleefully danced over the dead reciting their mantra; "You are here to please me. Nothing else on earth matters." - Cecil B. DeMille to his staff.

How many times have you taunted your wares without a clue; when actually you woke up that morning realizing rent was due, you smoked your last paycheck, and your current porn slut concubine is pregnant and need of an abortion? That rambling script you conjured on the back of a pizza box while you were masturbating to the morning weather girl on TV; yes, Porn has perverted your sexual appetite. Dine on feces, and smile with your dirty brown Sanchez. This is your hour of glory in that pit called porn. Dine on the fruits of your labor.

So..........to those who think there is nobility in directing porn, thinking they are making the world better for the scores of masturbating sociopathic detritus renting and buying your trash, Head first in feces, I say! And the last man standing shall be crowned "Gladiator Faecalis Pornicus" the grand director of s---. You are so enamored by your own self worth. So be it, dine on your spoils. "I'm ready for my close up, Mr. DaMille."

Was this meant for tens of men to shower a poor girl with dick snot until her eyes swell shut and she gags uncontrollably? Was this what God created Eve for? To be the object of man's demented hubris? Bukkake, Hi! dozo! How noble a profession it must be; at the Firmament of God's hand shall you forever glory in your deed.

Why Orthodox Jews Write G-d

I've noticed many people have taken to writing the name of R-n L-vi on Oprano out of respect for the great man who invented the porn internet.

This generated a lot of discussion on Oprano about why Orthodox Jews don't say or write the name of God. In English, they write G-d because the name of God is so holy, they don't want to write it. They don't say the four Hebrew-letter word for God. They instead say "Adonai" for God during prayer and "Hashem," which means "The name."

Also, it is prohibited by Orthodox Jewish Law to destroy the name of God, so that's another reason for writing G-d.

Nikki Fritz Leaves Porn

I hear that Nikki Fritz has left working for AVNlive.com, closed down nikkifritz.com and renounced adult work. She has a boyfriend who wants her to leave the adult business.

Arizona State Porn Scandal

A pornographic video shot at four Arizona State University fraternity houses and featuring a student vice president has prompted an investigation by administrators who fear it could undermine long-standing efforts to rid the campus of its party school reputation.

The professionally produced video, Shane's World #29: Frat Row Scavenger Hunt 3, features ASU fraternity members performing sexual acts with porn stars.

Sin City Update

An informed insider at Sin City writes: "Things are progressing slowly but in a positive fashion and there should be an agreement soon between all parties." Contrary to a report on l-keford.com, David and Josie Snyder are staying at Sin City.

GeneRossExtreme.com: "Evidently the owner of the new Luke F-rd gossip site was at Sin City yesterday and supposedly someone, person or persons, fed him a bulls--- story about Mark and Josie Snyder which got posted on the site and is beginning to feed the rumor mill. Josie Snyder is going part time because of family commitments and will handle the small, independent accounts. The company's nevertheless, looking for a full-time operative."

Samantha Sterlyng Says No To Reverse Gangbang

Samantha Sterlyng writes: I AM NOT INVOLVED WITH THE REVERSE GANGBANG ON SEPTEMBER 21, I KEEP SEEING MY NAME STILL APPEARING WITH THE RELEASES SO PLEASE UNDERSTAND THAT I WILL NOT BE WORKING FOR SKEETER KERKOVE OR FOR SEXUAL WORLD RECORDS EVER SO PLEASE LET THAT BE UNDERSTOOD!!!!!!!!!

Gary Kremen On Behind The Porn

Sex.com owner Gary Kremen appeared on Kevin Blatt's internet radio show www.behindtheporn.com Thursday afternoon.

Vick writes on Oprano: Kremen was on the show - disapointing I asked about current business model, where it was going and if he thought it was the most profitable? He danced and hyped - no real answer

Also JohnIP asked about why Kremen (allegedly) sexually harassed Magick while in the employ of Sex.com. Question was ignored.

One of the divisions in the adult entertainment internet industry is between those who are in it primarily for the porn and those (like me) who are in it primarily for the money (If I could make the same money playing a tuba out of my ass walking around Jackson Square for an hour a day I would) Behind the Porn is an entertainment vehicle (which KB does very well) and really didn't offer much in the way of business. Being a business person hence my disappointment (there were a few business people there also, Anthony, Todd, Slavdogg, Meni is half and half) - not saying it was a bad show, if you want to talk about porn and who's who and be entertained it works well - to me $ is much more entertaining Sounds like Jack might actually be a real person .... I thought Jack only lived in computers as some weird intelligence C - Kremen is smart, damn smart no doubt - I'll just never be a Kremen fan, don't enjoy the way he comes across I guess, was expecting more of a business persona for the show

Webmistress Confucy writes on Oprano: Vick, you are being too hard on Kremen. The format of KB's show was for laughs, not in depth business questions. What is not to like about Gary??? He is a cutie and was a very good guest. The one you should go after as being a phony is the California Pimp. What a nothing! KB was himself today and did a very good job. He brought out the best in all his guests, including his co-host. He needs a weekly show, not a bi-weekly one. He is 100 times better than Holly. They should give him her time slot.

Vick, I was there. I saw your question on the screen, and I thought...fat chance you will ever get a straight answer! You see, in the beginning I was critical of the radio hosts who didn't ask the *business* questions whenever Kremen was a guest. Then I realized that most people don't care. I use to ask *vick* questions of SEguru, JoeE, FM, and Kremen, and people banned me from the chatrooms as being an agitator.

I have always liked Gary. I think his crazy voice is funny and just part of his persona. KB is a natural comedian. He likes to have fun. I felt that he and Gary were sitting at Gary's house catching up on their lives, and we (the audience) were listening in on their personal conversation. I told KB when I thought he was good, he would hear from me. Well, today he was at his best doing his show in his style. If I want serious answers from Kremen, I will have to pick up the phone and call him. He is able to laugh at himself, and I think that is an important trait. He did say that sex.com was bringing in 150,000 unique hits a day. Vick, why don't you and Serge invite Gary to a talk show hour and ask him all the questions that he hasn't been asked on the other shows? He reads Oprano and rubs his head and goes....duh!!!!!

Triplab writes on Oprano.com: Gary's a freak for sure - but I'm not sure it's fair to compare the success of the Sex.com business model through the peak of the internet frenzy, with today's market. It seems that building a model that promotes and sells sex to the surfer along with traffic tools and rev-share for the webmaster makes sense for longevity. I doubt if Gary would last long on a tropical island just watching money roll in anyway

SimplyJimmyd.com Recommends PornRumors.com

From www.simplyjimmyd.com: CUE JAWS MUSIC...

NARRATOR: Just when you thought it was safe to go back on the web.... ...PORNRUMORS.COM!!!!!

That's right! Another porn gossip/news/bulls--- site unveils on the WWW. I guess if you're one of those deviated porn preverts who can't get enough of this s---, you might be jumping with joy. Others of you might be thinking, "Right. Like we need more of this horses---." The webmasters of the existing crop of porn news sites are probably wondering what it will mean. (Except me, cuz my site's not a news site. It's not a gossip site either. It's a... well, it's a... Ok, so I don't really know what it is. But it isn't one of them!) So go ahead. You all might as well add pornrumors.com to your bookmarks. You know you're going to so f--- it, just do it. Just let it happen. Give in to the force. You got nothing else to do anyway, right?

Porn Stars on the Road

Teri Weigel is at the Gold Club in Hartord 8/22-8/24
Devom Michaels is at The Scene on Long Island 8/21-8/24
CJ Cummings is at Gallaghers in Queens 8/20-8/24
Jenna Michaels @ Flashdancers in Manhattan 8/19-8/24
Chona Jason @ Private Eyes in Manhattan 8/19-8/24
Shari Lauren @ Franks Chicken House in New Jersey 8/19-8/24

Holly Body Update

Blind Guy writes on bigdoggie.net: Holly Body is based in Los Angeles. Actually, Holly lives in Hollywood and does incall appointments in her apartment and at Silverlake. Holly Body's latest cell phone number (Holly changes her number often.) was recently listed on the porn star message board on the other escort review web site. If Holly does not know you, she probably will not return your call. Email is definitely her preferred initial contact method.

Lostronin writes: She can be reached via her email at holly@hollybody.com. The last direct contact number I have for her is 323 363 2878. However, I know that she prefers email contact first and often times will not return calls from people that she hasn't made email contact with. She is (as the reviews state) a little spacey, but she is a total sweetheart, and she is beautiful in person. She speaks greek very rarely, if at all anymore, and the french is covered. The russian is amazing though, and definitely her fav (score are you listening).

Is Aja/Barby Still Available?

Not according to her new husband.

Seka

Seventies porn star Seka is still available if the approach and price are right.

What's Stacy Valentine Doing These Days?

According to the www.theeroticreview.com: Has done it in the past @ $25K but no longer as I was told by legitimate sources.

Linsey Dawn McKenzie Available

http://www.stronderworld.fsnet.co.uk/linseydawnmckenzie.htm

E2K "thinks" that her rates will be $1,900/hr but they're not sure yet and have no idea when she'll be in LA.

Kira Kener

I hear she gives massages.

Shay Sights

BigPoppa writes on bigdoggie.net: From every review I have seen on here or TER and every fella I have spoken to about her, she sounds like a must see. I can't wait till she is back in my area, I made the mistake of seeing Lovette instead of Shay when she was in town last time, I'm still kicking myself over that one.

Angel Veil Update

She is now rachel sterling and she's the new juggy dancer on the man show.

Kitty Yung fans. Look up Lucy at Platinum Connections.

411 on Kaylynn from Night Calls 411

Check out her website on Yahoo. Its free to join and she answers some of her messages. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/kaylynnsofficialfanclub/

P.S. You have to register with Yahoo Groups in order to access her site.

Jasmin St. Claire - Don't Waste Your Time

ThePlayer writes on www.theeroticreview.com: I have seen her-and my review is on TER-search under the 888 area code-you will get more from a 300 dollar gilr then her-no PSE, No greek, No touching her nipples-I couldn't even lay on her to do missionary.

HotforPros writes: Like the above comments about Jasmin St Claire, I find that some PS [porn stars] are lack luster at best. They don't do the things they are famous for or charge extra for it, that alone is offensive. You book a girl like Jasmin St Claire because she is a anal queen and she says no to anal, why does she think we would want to see her, for her brilliant intellect. Or as I've read with Keisha, she charges extra for anal and probably she doesn't give you advance warning of this. But why should there be any additional charge? Are we not paying enough already? How much can they squeeze out of their fans (this not true of some of the greats I list below, no extras). The first thing I've been finding is that some PS are not motivated to insure you have good time, many local & touring girl (none PS) want and need your return business so they put out and want you to be happy. Some PS sit on their fame and act like they are doing you a favor and do little else. Now I'm not talking about the great providers like Anna Malle, Miko Lee, Phyllisha Anne or Ryan Conner, these girls are amazing providers who care that you go away happy. But lately I've seen 3 in a row that I will never see again, for the money that I paid they should be all that and a bag of chip and I've gone away feeling ripped off. One quick true story that happened to me the other night, I booked some time to see a PS that books through a agency, but she saw me on her own time (I'm withholding her name out of respect to her, I'm not sure why), the sex was rushed and she wanted me to pay more for anal (which I didn't). The hour lasted 45 min. and out the door, next agency booking you know, about 15 min after I was pushed out the door an agency I know and use in Florida called me to see if I would like to try out a new girl they have that is touring in NYC and asked if I would like to see her in about a hour and a half, I said sure, thinking I would get the bad taste out of my mouth, I was right (same hotel, how convenient, actually same room line but 7 floors up, a little weird). She was prettier, happier, no rush and gave me a romp I won't soon forget for about 30% of what I paid the PS and I will see that girl again and again, the PS never again. I'm starting to believe that PS are over rated. The PS that provide a good service and don't try to rip off their fans, will be in demand for a long time.

DJDude writes on www.theeroticreview.com: I agree 100%. I used to really meet up with Porn Stars relatively frequently. I had absolutely tremendous times with great girls like Taylor Wane, Sunset Thomas, and the like. My last couple of appointments, I have been stood up, or rushed, or generally received service that is inferior to some of the local (and much cheaper) young ladies. I've started to think the hobby is less and less worth it and I don't bother with any girl that doesn't have good reviews. Even that isn't foolproof, as the last girl who was very favorably reviewed stood me up, costing me a lot of wasted time and bother.

Hotforpros writes: If they are not the way they are in the films they perform in(the films are why many of us are into them in the first place) and are just trying to make a fast buck or two well we as consumers should take them to task on their performance as an escorts on this and other sites. A side note, the reason I first booked Ryan Conner was because of her reviews and not her films. I did not know of her or see any of her movies until after I scheduled time with her. I saw one before I saw her. Both the session and the movie were great.

Kobe Tai

Bigfan writes: anyone used "nici's girls" service? what is the deal? they want a fee simply to access the stars, then they have a millionaires club that is outrageous $ to join. and, you can't even call them to simply ask about availability and donation for a specific star, without getting a recording that asks for your full name. only plus seems to be their long roster of stars. one of whom is kobe tai, who has appeared briefly on exotica-2000 but no longer - so i guess my second question is does anyone know if she is avaiable and have contact info on her?

Alternatively you can contact elana at exotica-2000 She has Kobe in her portfolio as wsell, but be prepared to spend big $$.

Dirty writes: The above info is correct, and big dollars for Kobi..oh yea. She books at 10K for the evening..that's 6 hours confirmed and sometimes she'll give you 8 hours if she is having fun and comfortable with you.

Bianca Trump Update

WEST PALM BEACH -- Residents of Northwood Hills were awakened to the sight of police SWAT teams converging on a neighbor's lawn early Wednesday. Police surrounded the home of [Bianca Trump] Wendy Iwanow, 3916 Westview Ave., about 1:45 a.m. after a friend told police she heard a gunshot as she approached the house. Iwanow, who performs in adult movies and strip clubs under the name Bianca Trump, had made despondent phone calls to friends earlier that evening and might have been depressed over financial problems, said friend William Ochs. Iwanow spoke to police negotiators throughout the morning. At 9:20 a.m., Iwanow came out of her home and was taken to the Oakwood Center of the Palm Beaches for evaluation, police spokeswoman Dena Peterson said.

Cindi Loftus Writes: Bianca Trump is alive and well in West Palm Beach! At least two adult gossip sites printed a story about Bianca Trump. The story said that Bianca and her boyfriend had been partying at the Internext convention and when they came home, shots were fired. It was then implied that Bionca had shot herself. This was supposed to have happened last weekend (August 9,10,11).

Bionca is a personal friend of mine. When I heard this news I called her frantically, hoping it was a joke. I spoke to her on Thursday , August 15th. There is absolutely no truth to this rumor. I know that Bionca did not even go to the Internext convention. Because I asked her to go with me. She already had plans and hotel reservations to go to the Tattoo convention in Cypress Creek. Bianca is fine and happy in her beautiful Spanish mansion that I had the privilege of seeing a couple of weeks ago. Her home is also up for sale which is why when I talked to her TODAY she said she couldn't go to the Zoo with me for my birthday, because people were coming to look at her house.

Bianca is an intelligent, beautiful, artistic women who works as a porn actress, magazine model, escort and feature dancer. She is very stable and certainly has no reason to commit suicide. Bianca has requested that this note be posted as a retraction on any site that did an initial incorrect posting. She would also like to speak to those gossip mongers involved to find out how this incorrect info got spread. Feel free to send me an e-mail, or send it directly to Bionca through her site BiancaTrump.com Writercindi@aol.com

Adult Nightclub & Exotic Dancer Awards Show

Doc writes: The highlight of this year's Expo 2002 festivities is the Exotic Dancer's Adult Nightclub & Exotic Dancer Awards Show, being again held again at the Mandalay Bay Theater on Wednesday August 28. Like the Expo itself, the Awards Show offers the adult nightclub industry the opportunity to salute its own, while having a lot of fun in the process. Hosted by one of today's hottest comedians, Robert Schimmel, the show features hot performances by each of the beautiful nominees for the coveted Entertainer of the Year Award, as well as some hilarious moments provided by Schimmel himself. In past years, the show was only open to industry insiders who attend the Expo, but we have received so many requests from the fans, that this year we are going to let the public attend the show. Location: Mandalay Bay Resort and Casino. Las Vegas, NV. 877.632.7800. Tickets: 1.800.2.EXOTIC

Attendees to Expo 2002 will also be able to attend, at no additional charge, the 6th Annual Exotic Dancer Fan Fair, a two-day meet-and-greet at Mandalay Bay August 30-31. At Fan Fair 2002, fans and industry professionals can socialize with over 200 top exotic dancers, feature entertainers, men1s magazine covergirls and adult movie actresses at the world's largest Bikini Contest, an up-close-and-personal Feature Dancer Tradeshow, and two evenings of private parties and entertainer showcases. Some of the TOP performers attending will be:

Devon Michaels: http://www.devonsbodyshop.net/schedule.html Miss Nude North America
Brittany Love: http://www.brittanylove.com/ Miss Nude USA 2001
Windy Leigh: http://www.windyleigh.com/ Miss Exotic Big Bust 2001
Savanna Staxx: http://www.savannastaxx.com/ (savannastaxx@aol.com) 2002 Miss Nude Porn World
L.A. Lamann: http://www.lalamannxxx.com/ (LALaMann@LALaMannXXX.com)
Naomi Knight: http://www.naomiknight.com/ Zoe Britton: http://www.zoebritton.net/

Sinnamon Love

I am pleased to announce that Miss Sinnamon Love will be returning to NYC this week for a test shoot for Maxim Magazine and a week's worth of solid mainstream photo work. In her down time, she wants me to extend an invitation to those wishing to be entertained by her. She will be available on the Upper West Side for incall and outcall as usual for for a 2 hour minimum. Please note that as her assistant, I am now handling all scheduling, (her schedule has become quite full lately and she no longer even answers her cell phone due to the overwhelming number of looky loos instead of bonefide hobbyists calling.) If you are interested in meeting or seeing Miss Love during this trip, drop me a line and I will be happy to arrange a meeting. If you are in Los Angeles this week, Miss Kiwi is still available a little longer, and would love to see you for either incall or outcall. Let us know where you are, and we will set up some time with this 20 year old GFE that you won't want to miss! Her tight nubile body and perfect natural 36D breasts make your mouth simply water. Her youthful exuberance make you wish you were 19 again...

Adult Video convention in Atlantic City

Fast Eddie writes on biddoggie.net: One star I know will be there.... Anna Malle. She usually has a legendary private party there every year, and I noticed that she was listed by one of the agencies as being in Atlantic City in October, so it looks like she'll be there again this year.

Candy Cotton writes: I will be signing at a booth with p***yman. I know I am not as well known as some of the gals you might tbe interested in seeing but I do have fabulous reviews!! I will be available for outcall meetings a maybe one or two at the most but will run my incall rate seeing as I would be nothing if it was not for the men who frequent the shows. I am very good at showing my appreciation:) check out my site. Link posting problems so please visit NYC eros guide.

BigPoppa writes on bigdoggie.net: I seen Candy Cotton for the second time and had an incredible time. She is my Fav PS & GFE. Her french skills are unmatched, the only one I've seen who can come close is Porn Star Keisha. I would give our session a overall 10, the best. We had a great time and I will see her again. . .and again. . .and again. . .

Internet Update

Zebra left Insite adult to work for Joseph Elkind? What's the scoop?

Writer's request for comments

Nickravo@earthlink.net writes: For an article that Maxim magazine might be interested in, I could use thoughts and quotes (with name, age, occupation and city) about the following subjects: 1. What is the fascination with WEHT [Whatever Happened To ...?] (of all kinds ... porn, entertainment, sports)? 2. Why the WEHT Nancy Suiter fascination? 3. Who else in the porn world ranks up there with Ms. Suiter 4. Are there any interesting stories about porn types whose present day life (or death) was discovered through WEHT investigations? 5. What are the best sites and newsgroups for WHET porn? r.a.m.e., alt.dead.porn.stars ... Any others? Please e-mail nickravo@earthlink.net

See http://www.l-keford.com/subjects/content/weht.html

Porn Stalker

Noah Shachtman writes for wired.com: In the summer of 2001, [Bryan] Sullivan became a frequent contributor to the raucous discussions of the blue movie business on Gene Ross Extreme and l-keford.com, another gossip site. High-end porn performers, he wrote in a typical post, "have the audaciousness to think that they are the betters of the whores that get pissed on, slapped around, s--- and spit on."

But this spring, Sullivan's mass e-missives broke these flimsy boundaries, and entered the realm of the downright scary. "f---ing butt-ugly gook [Tera Patrick]; shoot one dead today!" was the title of one message, dated April 5, referring to a popular starlet. A day earlier, Sullivan e-mailed Rodger Jacobs, an adult movie screenwriter who contributes to l-keford.com under the name "Martin Brimmer" -- that "cyberstalking is an equal opportunity crime but porn stars are more likely to be harassed (by me in particular)."

DUC writes: I know that Luke F-rd became so disturbed by Sullivan's emails that he refused to print them on l-keford.com. And Luke published most everybody who wrote in.

Phoenix Murder

William Watson from www.mensforum.com writes: The guy that was murdered, Rick Chance, ran a huge auto glass company and made expensive jewlery "as a hobby". His company did something like 50 mil a year gross. This isn't the first time he's gotten himself into trouble, either...appears he likes to meet girls over the internet and show off his jewlery in hotel rooms all the time. He got the s--- kicked out of him a few years ago at another undisclosed room; a friend of his cited a tremendous faith in people and the lord for Chance's trusting nature...even after he got pulverized. The girl implicated, Brandy Hungerford, worked at Christie's Cabaret (32nd Street between Van Buren and Washington), a local strip joint. It's been confirmed Chance went to the champange room with her more than once.

Here's what the local newspaper says: http://www.azcentral.com/news/articles/0821Chance21.html

She also worked at a place called "Southwest Attractions" -- which is a "bikini gallery" where, for $250, you can get a blowjob to go along with yer massage (bareback). I'm pretty sure you can get f---ed there too; depends on which girl you pick. While I've never been (really!), a pal of mine who holds a gold card to the place and goes from time to time says he doesn't recognize her.

Brandy Alexandre Interview

Brandy Alexandre was interviewed by Gene Ross and AVN today about her article in Star magazine.

Brandy: "The whole idea is to promote that I really want to sell my book [autobiography]. The only problem is that nobody knows where to find me."

The article did not list Brandy's website as www.kamikaze.org.

Brandy: "Other than that, the article was fine. Jose Lambiert cut Al Cooper (from the band Blood, Sweat and Tears) from the article. I actually had Al Cooper and Don Henley at the same time. But Al Cooper turned into a butthead at one point and denied that he even knew me."

DUC: "How's the book coming along?"

Brandy: "It's in an almost finished state. The last thing that needs to be written for it is my relationship with John Stagliano. As you can imagine, that's difficult to write. A lot can be inferred about our relationship from different points in the rest of the book. My career is intertwined with him.

"My first agent for my book was wrapped up in her own little dramas. Another agent said he wouldn't be the kind of person to sell this kind of book. And my latest agent has wanted me to take out all the stuff in the Star article, saying the book was supposed to be about me. But it is about me. I did stuff like that [star f---ing]. He said it would detract from people taking the book seriously. But if it will help me sell the book, and get the rest of the stuff in someone's face, then it should stay.

"Gene Ross asked me how I looked at age 38 and I said I invoked images of Anna Nicole Smith. Gene wanted to know if I named names from within the industry. I did. People I didn't like are certainly in there. Blake Palmer was an asshole. He was hurting me. He did it on purpose. The second guy I was working with at the time knew what was going on and had a sympathy-lack of erection, which made the scene harder to do.

"I first came on the internet in 1992. Nobody believed I was really a porn star. Then, when I convinced them it was me, they asked me all these questions. When I answered the questions truthfully, they hated my guts. It ruined their whole fantasy. Yes, this is work and it is hard and sometimes we're not happy.

"My book is a primer on the industry with my anecdotes thrown in. It seems dated. I'm talking about porn from ten years ago. It's changed a lot. I really think someone should publish it and give me money."

DUC: "What do you think of the notion that a person shouldn't kiss and tell?"

Brandy: "When I met with the author of the Star article, Jose Lambiert, the money issue came up. He said that if I named some bigger named people, he could give me more money. I have been with some name people, some pretty big names. Who gets their names named depends on how they treated me. The people I didn't name are the people I liked and don't deserve to be named and who I'd like to do again some day.

"These people I named... They didn't care about me and I didn't care about them. Pauly Shore should be grateful for any publicity he gets. It's relative. It really is."

Rodger Jacobs aka Martin Brimmer Under The Weather

Rodger Jacobs writes: "Hello, Friends. Some of you haven't heard from me in a week or so and here's why: some time back I developed a serious strep and staph infection. I am on heavy doses of codeine and antibiotics and Gods-knows-what-other-pills. I'm making good improvement but, obviously, not able to return to any kind of active work for at least several days now. I know that I owe some of you work on deadline -- or at the very least a return phone call about the status of projects -- and for this unfortunate and painful and costly setback (yeah, out of pocket, don't have med insurance -- ouch!) I apologize to each and every one of you. If you need to re-assign any work I owe you I completely understand."

Drop Brimmer a get-well note at Brimmer13@excite.com.

Women Reporters In Locker Rooms

Snagged from www.l-keford.net:

Young chatty female journalist Patti Shea writes for the Santa Clarita Signal about her journey to the Los Angeles Dodgers lockerroom:

As I’m trying to mentally “put it together,” I’m leaning against this blue table in the center of the room waiting for Shawn Green, No. 15, to appear from the showers that are just a few mad dashes away.

Then I discover that I’m in the way because Eric Karros — who is 15 times better looking in person — asked me to move so he could get by. Gulp!

Just then, Shawn Green emerges from the showers, rubbing a towel on his head and wearing only a towel. Three millimeters thick of terry cloth is separating Green’s goodies from my life’s most embarrassing moment. I really didn’t have that much time to think about it before Green whipped off the towel and began to get dressed. Holy &#$@!!!

I’m going to need to see a chiropractor for the whiplash I gave myself. I turned away to not see most of the goods, but due to circumstances beyond my control, I saw Greenie’s buns, le toosh, el booty. Catch my drift? I don’t know what took me off guard more: The way it happened or the fact that it was Shawn Green, who I think is just the cutest thing...

LUKE SAYS: Patti's column elicited a torrent of criticism on Jim Romenesko's media news site, much of it self righteous and pompous. Patti touched a nerve that secular journalists don't like to admit exists - there is something fundamentally morally wrong with sending female journalists into a room of naked men, just as there is something fundamentally morally wrong with sending male journalists into a room of naked women.

Women as sports writers has aberrant appeal, like poets as sports writers. But women are biologically limited from understanding and appreciating sports as men do because of the female's lack of testosterone. Sports are driven by testosterone. They are primarily a male affair. Women writing on sports is like women writing on porn.

Pornography is overwhelmingly purchased by males. It's appeal is understood in a visceral way by most males. Most women aren't going to get porn anymore than most women are going to get sports. That's why none of the top 20 sportswriters are women.

From SUSAN VINELLA, President, Association for Women in Sports Media, writes to Jim Romenesko's site: I don't know what is more disturbing: That Patti Shea decided to write a column about her unprofessional and childish visit to the Dodgers locker room or that her newspaper, The Signal in California, published it. Either way, it's appalling. They are both an embarrassment to the journalism profession. Female sports journalists enter locker rooms every day with the same goal as their male colleagues: To get the story. Period. Unfortunately, there are rare exceptions like Ms. Shea, who clearly have no place among professional journalists. I'd like to give the benefit of the doubt to Ms. Shea, who is young and obviously immature, ignorant and naive. But what is The Signal's excuse?

I'm pleased to hear the Dodgers have complained to The Signal about the column and are considering banning the paper's reporters from their press box. There is no place for such childish and pathetic observations such as Ms. Shea's. She does not represent the hardworking professional female sports journalists in this country. Do not judge us by this one foolish individual. Ms. Shea, we're waiting for an apology.

From KATHY KUDRAVI to Romenesko: Patti Shea's pathetic column on her trip (it can't be called work) to Dodger Stadium was terribly sad. It's unfortunate that she has no clue what it's like to be a woman sports journalist. She certainly has no idea what to do when she's on an assignment, as evidenced by her inability to conduct an interview surrounded by athletes/interview subjects. If Ms. Shea covers the City Council the way she covered her "assignment" at Dodger Stadium, I'd hate to see the quality of coverage readers of The Signal receive.

I'm also guessing that Ms. Shea has never experienced being denied access to locker rooms or assignments because of her gender. That's too bad because the women who came before her -- the women who were abused in the locker room, blocked from access to interviews, grabbed, laughed at and constantly questioned about their ability to do a job because of their gender - certainly paved the way for Ms. Shea's thrill trip in the Dodger locker room.

Thank you Ms. Shea, from every woman in this business -- print, radio and television -- who will face more questions because of your juvenile response to being in our work environment. Please, keep covering city council meetings and let the professionals enter the locker room. Locker room access is for the working journalist, not the fan who wants to gawk.

But what is probably as troubling as Ms. Shea's silly column is the fact that not one editor at The Signal stopped Ms. Shea from embarrassing herself and her publication. She should be asking herself what else they don't do to protect her from herself.

From JOANNA CHADWICK to Romenesko: Was including Patti Shea's column on her first visit covering the Dodgers meant to embarrass her or every female sportswriter? It did both. As a female sportswriter, as a journalist, I was horrifed to read her account of her time in the clubhouse. To talk about how good-looking an athlete is, talk about looking at their goodies, about booty and toosh... how does any self-respecting newspaper allow such drivel? That's what is disappointing to me. Women in the business long before me had to prove they deserved to be allowed in the clubhouse, prove they were there not to ogle athletes, but to do their jobs. These women made it easier for me to walk into a pro or college locker room and not have someone try to bar my way, for me to cover high school sports and not have a coach automatically question my knowledge just because I'm female.

Every time a woman writes such a story as Shea's, the credibility of women in sports is questioned. That's why I can't help wondering why her column was included in MediaNews. I'm frustrated that it was because she fits the stereotype many have of those who women who enter locker rooms, the same stereotype women have tried to destroy for years.

Patti Shea then sent this apology:

Hi Susan - I've spent most of the past two days dealing with the response from my column, which was published on Aug. 18, regarding an experience I had as a news reporter at Dodger Stadium. I had intended for my column to be a tongue-in-cheek, self-deprecating illustration of why I am a news reporter, not a sports reporter.

(I didn't specifically say so in my column, but the reason I was at Dodger Stadium that night was to cover pregame ceremonies that involved the surviving family members of slain law enforcement officers. That story appeared on page A1 about a week before my column appeared on the opinion page.)

I didn't think of the repurcussions of the column. Honestly, I didn't and I can't explain why. I only hope the damage can be repaired. My column wasn't intended to degrade the hundreds of women who are truly the pros. All I meant to say, rather poorly I gather now, was that I couldn't do the job they do. I sent a letter to the Dodger organization on Monday expressing my remorse.

Please accept my apology. I honestly didn't mean to make a mockery of the decades-long battles many great women have endured to get us where we are today. After sitting in the press box (which was my first, and now, probably last experience there) I truly appreciate the challenges sports writers -- men and women alike -- face on a daily basis. I know I couldn't do it.

Jon Defla writes: "As a gay journalist, admittedly, I have some trouble keeping my eyes in my notebook when I'm interviewing athletes in their jocks and small white towels. I've never put it in print how so-and-so looks soaking wet out of the shower, but believe me I do take notice. Ms. Shea's a human being in addition to being a journalist. So, for her to get a little flush was not a surprise--especially next to hunky Shawn Green, who I myself have a photo of in my bedroom. So, call off the dogs. There are plenty of sports journalists who ogle the naked athletes. It's one of my favorite perks of the job."

LUKE SAYS: Following the posting of all these letters on Medianews.org, Patti received 48 e-mails supporting her and one lashing out against her. Her managing editor got eight letters that will run in Thursday's paper raking Patti over the coals. Unfortunately, none of the positive e-mails will be printed.

JRob writes: Can you imagine the uproar if some male reporter were to be so vile as to actually demand access to a WNBA locker room? That would be the most terrible thing on earth. People would compare it to the holocaust! Yet, if female reporters were to be barred from male locker rooms, the accusations of sexism would run rampant.

Luke says: It's not like many of those WNBA players are hot looking anyway.

JRob responds: OK. How about the locker rooms used by female beach volleyball players? Would that be a more effective debating point?

Luke says: I'm writing a book about young hot looking female journalists and I feel that I need to see them coming out of the shower to get a good handle on my subject.

According to the letter to Romenesko by DAVID de la FUENTE, Copy editor, San Francisco Chronicle: Reporters of both sexes are allowed in WNBA locker rooms, but no players shower and dress until reporters have left (or they do so in a separate, off-limits area). Previously, players were brought out to an interview room and no reporters were allowed in the locker room. WUSA soccer I'm not sure about, but I'm sure it's of either the later-showers or interview-room variety.

Sin City Standoff

I have no idea about the situation at Sin City. I suspect there's a standoff and lawsuits back and forth and the lawyers have told all the parties concerned to keep their mouths shut and let the lawyers work it out.

XXX: Pal, she don't know? It's a dishonest relationship DUC. You did not want me to say that. You hate it when a pornographer tells you right and wrong. How does this guy who stands next to girls with fire hydrants up their ass tell me that I am in a dishonest relationship?

Julian: Playgirl Portrayed Me As Gay!

Julian: When I first did the photo shoot they didn't want it revealed that I am an adult film star. They wanted to present me to the public as more of a "guy next door" that could be anybody.
Julian: Well, the whole story is entirely not me at all. I'm not a surfer. And Kelly Slater is a MALE surfer. And that's who I was supposedly getting married to!!!
Vic: WHAT?!
Julian: Unbeknownst to me, they portrayed me as gay. They told me when I did the photo shoot that they have a large female readership but there are men who get the magazine too. But they portrayed me in the story as being gay.
Vic: AS BEING GAY??? THEY DID???
Julian: Yes! They said I was getting married, then they made reference later in the article to surfer Kelly Slater & I thought it was a female surfer! I thought, ok, no problem, whatever. Then I don't know how it came about, reading the newspaper or if I was watching ESPN or something and the name Kelly Slater came up and he's a guy!
Vic: OMIGOSH! I don't see it in the article (I do have the magazine open as we speak!). But then perhaps I didn't get past the pictures, eh! Maybe I don't just get Playgirl for the articles after all!! Well that's certainly an unfair presentation of you Julian!
Julian: Oh, I'm used to it.

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Nena Cherry Update

Rick from Houston writes: A few years ago a lot was written on this web site about former adult actress Nena Cherry (true name Dawn Anderson), and whether or not she was HIV positive. I had not seen Nena Cherry in about three years, which would have been 1999. She was out of adult films and was living in Houston, Texas. She was married and she looked great.

I recently saw her again and it was awful. I barely recognized her. She is whithering away, and saying she looked terrible would be an understatement. She can be very nice when she's sober; however, she is screwed up with drugs and/or alcohol most of the time. Not a good combination for someone who is HIV positive, and who is probably experiencing the onset of full blown AIDS. She tries to use a fabrication about how she has a rare form of Lupus, and this is what caused her HIV tests to register false positives. She knows she has HIV and she would be more than willing to pass it on to an unwitting escort client who preferred not to use a condom. Her attitude is they should have used protection.

She has nothing left in life. Her marriages have failed, she can't pay her rent, her car was repossessed, and she can't even afford to feed her cats. Ocassionally she places an ad on the web for escort services. When she's drunk or high, which is most of the time, she sobs uncontrollably. She threatens to commit suicide. Bets should be taken as to whether suicide or AIDS will kill her first. Her life on this planet will probably not last more than a year longer. She has rejected all attempts for psychological help. The only thread she hangs on to is her dream of having her breasts enlarged even more. She says she will then go on the adult film star topless bar circuit. Norma Desmond has nothing on her. Who is going to hire a forgotten adult film actress as a "feature dancer?"

Although she is only 32 years old, her face could pass for nothing less than 52 years old. The nonstop drugs, drink, and orgies have taken there toll. No amount of plastic surgery could restore her face to the beautiful girl she was prior to her entry into the adult film industry. She is, however, proud of her accomplishments in film, which includes a large volume of work in a short period of time. No one approached their work with the intensity she did. She beams with pride as she recalls the number of anal gang bangs and double penetrations.

If there is a hereafter, I hope she finds the peace and solitude that escaped her in this world.

JR says: I broke up with the woman who became porn star Nena Cherry in 1995. I don't believe her real name is Dawn Anderson. I believe her real name is Tara Glynn. She was born 11/27/72. Her mother is Cheryl, a nurse in Augusta, Georgia. Her parents were in the military. Her father committed suicide. I believe he shot himself in Florida.

Right before she dated me, she had a tattoo above her breast. It left a wrinkle. It looks like she's had her nose done and her breasts increase.

There are many things about her personality in what you write about Nena Cherry aka Dawn Anderson that ring true. She tried with me to kill herself.

I'm a normal buy. I owned a sports bar in South Carolina. When she was about 20 years old, she did a lingerie show in Myrtle Beach. That's how I began dating her. Everything is always the same in what you write about her.

Her name as a stripper was Mickey. When we broke up, she'd go to Atlanta to strip. She became addicted to GHB. She couldn't live without it. She entered the porn business in 1996.

I went to Chicago while we were dating. She was living with me. She ransacked my house. She robbed everything except my sports memorabilia collection and my shirts. She left a note saying that if I needed to wipe my ass, I could use my $100 shirts. She went to August, Georgia, and lived with her parents.

I was watching Spice channel. Tara started doing something in bed. It was something that I had taught her. So I looked her up on the internet and that took me to www.l-keford.com.

I told Ron Jeremy one time that I used to date her. He looked me up and down and said, 'You'll be all right.'

She's always had a weird life. An ex-boyfriend ripped an earring out her ear, so the bottom of her ear is torn. She had a mickey mouse tattoo on her calf because her nickname was Mickey. She always had a great body but she always wanted plastic surgery and bigger breasts.

Luke F-rd ran a story about her being with John who ran a Toyota Dealership. That's me, she just invented some stuff.

She was shooting drugs before I met her. She prostituted before I met her. When I heard she had HIV, I was scared.

Once More With Feeling

Vicky Coren and Charlie Skelton spent two years reviewing porn films for The Erotic Review magazine. It was supposed to be a comic exercise, but after several months of bored hookers, fat lechers, terrible plot lines and incomprehensible dialogue, they decided they could make a better job of it themselves.

Their objectives were clear. One, to make an ethical porn film. To create a 'porn collective' of happy, fulfilled and respected actors, earning decent money and a profit share from film sales, with nobody exploited or abused. Two, to make the greatest porn film ever seen (they'd have preferred to make the greatest normal film ever seen, but they reckoned this had been done already). Three, to write about their experience and possibly shed some light on the controversial world of pornography. And four, to get out of the country and do all this a long way from home. They made their film in Amsterdam, the sex capital of Europe. But first they had to learn their trade from the professionals in the San Fernando Valley, the porn capital of the world.

Brandy Alexandre In Star Magazine

Star Magazine, August 27, 2002. The Day Warren Beatty Exposed Himself ...and other memoirs of a Hollywood Porn Queen.

A former porn star is trying to sell a manuscript of her autobiography - and there are a slew of guys with recognizable names who won't be happy once it's published. That's because shameless Brandy Alexandre, whose ingenue looks translated into big bucks for porn peddlers of 56 films, is naming names in her tome Shot on Video.

"I looked innocent because I was a real professional secretary, and no one knew what I did on the side," Left Coast's Alexandre tells Confidential. "I was working the desk at a post-production company, so I got to meet a lot of famous guys."

One day, she says, then-single Warren Beatty came in to do some voice-overs. "Out of the blue, he asked if I was a real blonde," she recalls. "I said I was, and he said: 'Prove it.' So I told him I would, if he showed me his. He looked around to make sure there was no one else around, and out it came. He wasn't wearing any underwear. So, I lifted my skirt. He seemed satisfied and left."

More graphic was her encounter with has-been comic Pauly Shore. For some reason, the former MTVer and star of Encino Man ended up at a porn-industry backyard barbeque, says Alexandre. So did Brandy, who is now 35 and retired from the biz. "I guess he's the black mark on my record," she says. "We ended up in a garden shed. While servicing Pauly, one of his cronies tried to get in on the action. I wouldn't let him do that, and that didn't make Pauly too happy."

The director of The Exorcist and the soon-to-be-released The Hunted, William Friedkin, had a most uncommon approach. At home, Friedkin was getting divorced from TV-series star Lesley-Anne Down. At the studio, he was finishing To Live and Die in L.A. That's when he noticed the pretty secretary. "Billy was heading up the stairs when he asked me: 'Would you mate with me?' I was shocked," says Alexandre. "But instead of allowing myself to blush and sputter, I countered with: 'Sure, Billy when?' He hesitated a moment and said: 'I'll get back to you.'"

He did, and the two consummated their affair a half-dozen times at the fancy Beverly Hill hotel L'Ermitage, claims Brandy. To know more about Friedkin's weird requests - remember, this is the guy who gave us one of the scariest movies ever - you'll have to get the book!

Then there was an encounter at the swanky Beverly Hill Hotel. Alexandre says she found Eagles frontman Don Henley, who was single at the time, quite the partnet. "He asked me not to tell," Alexandre says coyly. "Sorry, Don!"

Deep Inside Internet Porn

XXX wrote: "Crescent Publishing paid about an $8 million fine. That was just a cost of doing business. Crescent had the dirtiest deal of all time on the net. They probably raked in $100 million."

Insider says: According to FTC documents, Crescent Publishing's internet division made $230 million in 18 months with its shady operation. The judgment against them was not $8 million but $65 million. It was all their profit and more. Crescent Publishing ended up losing money on its scam. All the punishment and fines and legal fees are not deductible from income tax.

Add up the numbers. According to XXX, Crescent paid out to scumbags like Serge over $50 million for traffic. Crescent probably paid Serge over $40 million. Then add up the amount of money Crescent spent on content (yes, the sites were skimpy with content), internet network, salary, lawyers...another $50 million. You have $70 million left over. Don't forget 40% for federal income tax. Another 11% for the state of New York income tax, 3% for New York City, that's about 55% for taxes.

Crescent Publishing's leaders are crying about the FTC judgment. They did not make out like bandits. They lost money.

Yishai Habari, an Israeli, and Serge Birbrair, a Russian, were not touched or even pursued by the FTC.

Bob Johnson, Crescent Publishing's editorial and internet director, went to Vivid Video's internet operation in the Spring of 1999 and instituted a similar operation there for a few months until drawing heat.

DUC: How do you assess the hurt the FTC did to MaxCash and the Bottos?

Insider: The spirit of the company is not there anymore. They were absent from Internext.

DUC: Does Yishai Habari have ties to organized crime?

Insider: He probably likes people to think that. But I doubt it. He never gets heat from the government or from law enforcement. Yishai has ties to New York's best lawyers.

Internext was a good show. It was better than Las Vegas because it was more concentrated. There was nothing to do but stay inside and do business.

It seems that JoeE's going out of his way to make his former partner JB (John Bennett) jumpy. I would not want to be in JB's shoes because JoeE is a loose cannon.

I don't see any real lawsuit filed anywhere by JoeE against JB, how JoeE alleges took CEN, one of the porn internet's three biggest powers, away from him. It's all just a bunch of lawyer letters posted on Netpond. Whatever JoeE incriminates JB incriminates JoeE because they did business together for years. All this talk about JB's foreign corporations, well, JoeE is equally responsible.

I think CEN gave AOL $5 million to settle their lawsuit over CEN's alleged spamming.

I believe that Steve Cohen is the guy "JR Brownfield" who goes on Oprano's messageboard every day to bust Gary Kremen's chops. Gary now owns sex.com. The more people go public with this sort of thing the more it makes me believe that the less chance they have in court. It's more about emotional relief.

Serge writes on Oprano: I personally met with MAXCASH crew and made a few deals with them, MaxCash WAS at the show.

Mike AI thanks Ron Levi on Oprano: It was R-n who through his infinite wisdom showed me the way, and through the Almighty R-n's guidence I found a small niche that I made a living at. If not for R-n, I would be a penniless, ambulance chaser!

Humpty Dumpty

Frankincense writes: I stood with the assistance of a walker, waiting to see the receptionist. I was at my doctor's office on a Monday afternoon. An ongoing ordeal resulting from an accident that left me tattered and torn. The injury happened in less than a second. The pain and suffering from dealing with ER doctors, nurses, and the myriad of tests, medications and follow up care could be best described as torture. I'm tired and I don't see healing, just lots of pain, sleepless nights, and a general sadness losing my independence.

But as with that second that resulted in my injuries, anything, good or bad, can happen in that one moment. Everyone remembers those seconds in life that are forever changing. Your first kiss, the death of a parent, your first sexual encounter, or that moment of clarity that shows you a path in life to take. Mere seconds that change us forever. Most of life is forgotten; filler. The memories we hold dearly are a string of those brief moments; either extreme pleasure or pain.

She was very pretty. Blonde, tall, energetic eyes and a beautiful smile. I often joked with a good friend that when you see "her" you just know it. That second, that moment when your brain processes everything and reports back that all your physical senses are telling you she is the one, at that time anyhow.

As I checked in, she was checking in ahead of me. She looked back at me, then looked again. She looked in my eyes and paused. I knew that second of recognition was shared. She smiled and said "I hope you were having fun when you did all that" referring to the cast, the splint and the obvious crumpled look. "This is one fun you don't want to try..." I whispered back. The tension and urgency of the day fell away from her face and I could tell she felt bad for me. She had a nurturing warmth in her eyes, she pulled a chair over and said "here, sit down, you shouldn't have to stand." "That is so nice of you." I said as she helped me.

She smelled good. She put her hand on mine and I could feel a connection; an energy, maybe I just needed mothering. I wanted to be held by her and rocked like a baby and told everything would be all right.

She filled out her paperwork, and said "I hope you feel better OK?". She paused for a moment, waiting for my answer putting her hand on my hand again. I rarely connect so strongly with someone. Her body language and eyes showed it all. I wanted to say, "I would feel much better sitting on the beach with you, sipping hot cocoa and talking about silly childhood experiences but instead I whispered "I will, thank you."

She sat down in the waiting room. I would have felt much better knowing a woman like that was "with" me and not just a chance meeting performing a good deed for a cripple. I sank in my own feelings knowing that I was a wreck, emotionally and physically. I felt less a man especially when a beautiful woman is so glaringly available and me in such a tattered state.

I sat waiting and couldn't help but notice her repeated glances over at me; it was obvious. She tried reading a book but there was something going through her mind about me that kept her wanting a look. Maybe I reminded her of a friend, a lover, an aging grandparent; I wish I knew. I thought maybe I recognized her but from where? I wasn't well focused and my pain blanketed my thoughts. Maybe I did know her but was so badly injured I didn't know it. I got a bit scared. I did know she couldn't possibly be thinking sexual thoughts about me. I was handicapped, out of commission, trashed.

For whatever reason, I was entertaining her thoughts. I honestly felt embarrassed by the attention in that I was not a complete man. I was looking at months of physical therapy and getting my life back on track; no women would want me in this condition. Her attention was more painful than my broken bones. I wish I were invisible; I really just wanted to cry.

My doctor's visit was unremarkable. Nothing new, just a review of my healing, and a refill on my medications. Being physically "damaged" is a frustrating situation. You expect your doctor to tell you the definitive proof or answers. Unfortunately, he had no answers. Physical therapy and supportive care, but no answers. Will I be able to walk again? Who knows. Will I recover from my head injuries? Who knows. Plotting life's course on such unsure grounds is scary. After all, he is a doctor; can't I get a prescription for this train wreck? "Take two pills four times daily for 14 days" and I'm cured. Too simple to be reality. So I leave his office feeling a bit shortchanged by his stoic uncertainty.

My thoughts of the nice blonde left me; just another woman trying to be nice but I will never see her again. I refocused and off to the pharmacy I went to refill the medications that kept me comfortable. All the medication in the world couldn't make me as comfortable as knowing she could help me get back on my feet just with her smile.

I was full of self-pity and knew it. Another moment in my life not acted upon. Why didn't I sit next to her? Why didn't I ask who she was? Why didn't I say something funny and tell her I would love to tell her how I was injured over dinner? I realized I was a broken man, both body and spirit.

"Clack, clack, clack" went the wheels of the walker as I shuffled through the tiled hallways of the hospital. What moron thought of putting such an uneven surface in a hospital. Obviously one who has never used a walker. How much more humiliating could this be? Why a walker? Had I, in that one second of trauma, aged 50 years and become an ailing old person? I always thought walkers were only reserved for those who have only a few years to live. Stroke, senile dementia, a broken hip from osteoporosis.....all those geriatric illnesses that are associated with walkers. FEEBLE came to mind. What's next? Drooling? A bag clipped to the walker holding depends? I started wondering what the life span of a walker is and what kind of market there is for used walkers. Surely most have low miles. Walkers R US.

People look at me....I know they are thinking "what's wrong with that guy? He's too young to be using a walker." They scurry out of my way with the fear I will lose my bowels or have a seizure in front of them. I want to scream throw myself off the roof top. No woman wants a guy in a walker. No one takes a person with a walker seriously. They talk slowly and loud; I want a sign that says "KILL ME! IM A RETARD!"

As everyone in the pharmacy turned to look as my noisy walker approached the door, I bite my lip knowing I would have to navigate through a maze of people waiting. And the looks, the "poor bastard" looks that make me just want to crawl in a hole and die. Maybe later but I needed my refills and blocked out everything. Until I saw her.

The tall blonde, so nice to me earlier, was again standing in front of me. She turned and said "so do your doctors think you will be OK? I'm sorry for being nosy but I can see in your eyes how much pain you're in." I started tearing up before laughing a bit and told her "ya know, we have to stop meeting like this!". She touched my hand again and giggled. I paused and told her "I'm not sure but whatever happens, as long as there are beautiful women like you around, I'm sure I will wear the wheels out on this walker soon." I felt a bit taller as she laughed loudly and turned a bit red.

She put her hands over her mouth and caught her breath. Her nipples were rock hard. She seemed to like my grandpa sense of humor. I was making up for my pity party earlier. "I'm sorry for not asking you earlier, but do I know you?" I asked. She hedged. "Well, I was wondering the same" she answered. I'm the one with the head injuries and she is wondering. Proof that she is a real blonde. "You have a very pretty look about you, are you a model? actress?" I asked. She hedged again, "Yes, yes, I am." she said with some hesitancy.

Her number came up on the red LED board and she stepped up to the counter. I started wondering who this woman was. I was close enough to overhear the pharmacist as she instructed my new friend of her medications.

Pharmacist: OK, you have 5 prescriptions. The first on is Zithromax for your infection. Take one daily for 5 days. Do not miss one or you will need to take another round of it, Understand?

Blonde: Yes, I know, I've taken it before, no problem, I can handle it.

Pharmacist: OK, next is Erythromycin antibiotic ointment, for your ..your....skin. Make sure to apply as directed OK?

Blonde: OK, will it stain my clothes? What about my panties? should I wear any?

Pharmacist; Hmm I don't think so, try to keep the area dry; maybe you should wear dresses for a week. OK?

Pharmacist: Next prescription is Valtrex, its an anti viral. Take two pills a day for 5-7 days, if it bothers your stomach, take with food OK?

Blonde: Yep, Yep.

Pharmacist: Next is welbuterin; have you taken this before?

Blonde:Yes, Ive been on it for a while, I know about it.

Pharmacist: The last is resperdal; this is an ANTI-PSYCHOTIC, it stabilizes mood and may make you tired or drowsy. Don't drive if you feel drowsy and take it at bedtime, OK?

Blonde; Anti Psychotic? My doctor said it was to help me sleep?

Pharmacist: I've never seen it prescribed for that, they usually use other things but not THIS! but remember it will make you drowsy. OK?

Blonde: Oh, OK, whatever, that's cool.

I wanted to hide. This woman was a walking mental case and had at least herpes, if not more STDs. The light bulb went on as I realized where I had seen her. f---! I know who she is. Damn it! I quickly moved my walker over to the shelves containing cough syrups and picked up the first bottle, acting like I was busily reading the ingredients and not paying attention as she walked up.

"Well, I think I'm set, hey do you have anyone taking you out for fun and stuff? You must be getting bored recuperating" she smiled.

"Er um yeah kinda, sorta, I'm not so bad off really, Ill be OK" I stuttered.

"Well, if you feel like getting out, gimme a call, OK?" she said as she tucked her card into my pocket. "OK, will do, take care and thanks for being so nice!"

I said trying to be diplomatic. I started getting dizzy and needed to sit down. I wanted to vomit. She was in porn! Oh no! I'm not going there.......my heart sank and I sat there wondering why God was so cruel to me, reciting to myself.....

"Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall,
All the kings horses and all the kings men,
Couldn't keep him from porn stars and strippers, amen."

Chris English Responds to Internet Rumors

Deep Throat writes ww.rogreviews.com: It has been confirmed through reliable sources that a former (accented) Director for Sin City/Sinister has been offering to shoot footage of Sin City's contract performers - the Sin Twins - in London. Lest there be any confusion, the women are under an exclusive deal with Sin City (hence their name!). Apparently, should anyone enter into such an agreement, legal proceedings would soon follow! Stay tuned for more from Deep Throat!

chrisenglish1 responds: If it's me that's been refered to here then it's news to me. Last I heard of this is when David Sturman asked me to shoot a movie of the Twins in January this year in London. Then the proposal was changed to a Tropical Island. Bora Bora in the South Pacific was in mind. But It never panned out and that was that. I have never had any contact nor sought such with the Twins... I am currently shooting (non exclusively) for Scott Taylor over at New Sensations. I don't have the foggiest idea about who the Prat is that's trying to rake the muck but hope he keeps it it up because publicity is good. ASSES HIGH 2 is out now.

Nonetheless given the chance I certainly wouldn't mind getting a crack at getting up the cracks of tastey crumpet like those Twins.

Anyone who has can drop me a line: chrisenglish@softhome.net or give me a buzz here in Budapest where I am now resident: +36 20 316 5856. I love intrigue and there's not much on telly in Hungary

Porn Rumors

ELASTIN2: Henry Tillman [boxer, convicted murderer] told me that u gave him crabs
KIMMIE KYM: he's out of prison
ELASTIN2: is he?
KIMMIE KYM: yep, been out for some months now. He's working as a host for a restaurant in West L.A, or west hollywood or something like that
ELASTIN2: who told u
KIMMIE KYM: I looked up his name last night, and some articles came up
ELASTIN2: rumor has it he wanted to make a comeback
KIMMIE KYM: his wife divorced him while he was in prison
KIMMIE KYM: he is training for a come back
KIMMIE KYM: I guess Gina took him to the cleaners
ELASTIN2: she inherited Jesse Owens Gold Models
KIMMIE KYM: gold models?
ELASTIN2: medal
KIMMIE KYM: oh
ELASTIN2: u gonna try to get back with him
KIMMIE KYM: hell no, I told you that nigga forgot my name
KIMMIE KYM: f--- him
ELASTIN2: i heard that he f---ed u because he wanted to date the daughter of a bigstar
KIMMIE KYM: who wants a be with a convicted murderer? He said people stare & whisper

WESTWOOD — It’s been 99 days since Henry Tillman was released from prison, 99 days since the '84 Olympic gold medalist began training in preparation for a professional heavyweight boxing comeback. It's been 99 days since Tillman quit doing time for murder. It’s 11p.m. and Tillman, dressed in a simple green track suit, his massive hands adorned only by his Olympic Games ring, is working his “second job”. Tillman, who once seemed poised to win a world title in the cruiserweight division is now conquering the crush of sidewalk traffic at Habibi’s, an Egyptian cafe in Westwood.

Cherry Mirage Splits With Mike

They seemed like one of porn's most solid couples. They hit a downward spiral the past two years. They left town a few months ago. Cherry and Mike, after about eight years together, split three months ago.

Internet Rumors

XXX says: Craig Vasiloff got Rich Botto (RB) to sign on to his idea for a Maxim-type mens magazine. Rich wanted out of the porn business. Rich is now the fulltime publisher and editor of Razor Magazine, on the web at www.razormag.com. Everyone wants to know if it makes money. I think RB will blow his brains out moneywise with it. RB wanted to be more than just a net porner. That's an achilles heel for many people in the net porn biz. They want to reach above where they are and most of them can't pull it off.

The Aussie Porn Mafia is still doing their thing. There are all sorts of suspicious looking programs coming out of Australia.

Serge's pal, General@playgal.com aka Dean Shannon, is the number one guy out of Australia. He's smart and seems to do honest business with other internet players. Dean has set up shop in the Netherlands and other places overseas. I don't know why an Australian has to set up shop in Holland?

Dean is smart that he sets everything up so you can't really trace it back to him.

There's a company in Australia listed on the Australian stock exchange - Adult Shop Australia. I suspect Shannon plays a role behind it. I think he took a failing bricks and mortar sex shop chain out of Melbourne and they tied it into Shannon's hardcore internet operation. It then shot up on the stock exchange because of the huge revenues coming in from the hardcore sex. You never see Dean's name in any of the press reports. It's all this guy named Malcom Day. Supposedly he's some Australian business celebrity.

I remember Dean coming on the boards, about two years ago, and saying something good was coming his way. His operation was going to take credit card processing inhouse. His operation used to deal with IBill.

When you use other processors, they take off about 15%. They can cut you off if you spam. It's a major hassle.

All these companies have been moving merchant accounts around for years because they go through them so fast. They have so many shady fake Russian signups. It's best to have your own processing.

Shannon supposedly has his own processing. I think that's why he bought into this adult shop. That's how he got his own merchant account at a major bank.

It seems that most adult internet companies have landed at Jettis, run by the Bottos and Ken from Webquest. Ken is one solid guy. There are good people in this business who are going to be here 20 years with their companies.

Serge Birbrair is loyal to the people he made money with during the internet gold rush - Dean Shannon and Yishai Habari out of New York.

Everybody is spamming now. Nobody can deny it now. It used to be, 'Oh, he's a spammer. What scum.' But business is so tight now, everybody's doing it. I get spam from people I never thought I'd get spam from.

On Oprano, people are now writing Ron Levi (Cybererotica.com) "R-n," after the way that Orthodox Jews write G-d. Many people think he's too full of himself. That he claims to have invented the adult internet.

Well, he did invent many of these tools that allow adult players to make their living.

I think his personality just rubs people the wrong way. He's a decent guy. He's a generation older than most players in the porn web. He's about 50 years old. Most players are in their 30s.

Serge's partner in Oprano, New Orleans Mike, invented amateur sites. Nobody knew that amateurs were going to be hot on the net. He started Amateurindex.com, a link site.

Mike and his friends started a domain register, directnic.com. Traffic is traffic. You can use your adult traffic and start a domain registration business. It's now in the top ten of all registrars. The city of New Orleans is offering them incentives to stay in New Orleans with their 50 or so fulltime employees.

The biggest webmaster radio show of all time featured Serge interviewing Larry Flynt. Both have their thick accents. It was hilarious. Five hundred people tuned in.

Larry Flynt Publications was one of the big failures on the internet. Then he went with Ken Lawson. Lawson started webmasters per signup. Ken Lawson now runs EdPowers.com. It's converting gangbusters.

DUC: I can't believe AOL didn't nail CEN for spamming. They were spamming. They hired people to spam.

XXX: They did get nailed. They settled. CEN paid out several million dollars. CEN was accused of hiring underage teenagers to spam. Then CEN's attorney Steve Workman proved that was not the case.

Nobody seems to pay a stiff price. These companies have made so much money. It's worth it to spam. The money CEN made from years of spamming is much greater than the fine they paid.

Nobody goes to jail. FTC looked at the two biggest players in adult - Ron Levi and the Bottos. They looked into Cybererotica and had a small problem with the way he does free signups. No fine. Just a couple of restrictions on the way he does business. RB the same deal. The FTC found the company wasn't doing much wrong.

It just shows there's no edge to being honest. Because the price for spamming and dishonesty is so slight.

CEN ran two celebrity sites. They are of dubious legality. Celebs aren't consenting for their nude pictures to be sold. They haven't signed releases. CEN claimed they were just a marketing partner to the sites. We only provide bandwidth. They worded it carefully.

After five years, how come no celeb came after CEN? The responsible people kept saying, don't get into celeb sites. ARS (Adult Revenue Service) wouldn't get into celeb sites. MaxCash (Bottos) wouldn't operate one. CEN probably made a fortune. MrSkin is a huge deal, on Howard Stern. Ron Levi used to market MrSkin.

MikeSouth.com says: Adella, who loves everyone, assures me that Digital Playground has not signed Alexa, will not sign Alexa and that Alexa is not dating RobbyD.

JMT writes MikeSouth.com: So, you think it's a coincidence that the Tera Show feed abruptly dies moments after the Hostess With The Mostest uses the word "mob" in reference to Patrick Collins twice within the space of about ten seconds? (As well as "creepy and mesmerizing" . . . ) And this on "Elegant Angel Night," no less.

Jenna Jameson On KSex Radio

Taliesin writes on rec.arts.movies.erotica (RAME): I had the pleasure of visiting KSEX Radio for an episode of The Young and the Curious hosted by Jason Sechrest. Thanks for the invite, Jason. The guests were Jenna Jameson and Ryan Idol.

Jason's sent me press releases on practically everything happening in the biz, and I hardly ever have time to attend any of them. Porn is a tough business. Every one of us is always working on something, it seems, some project or other, and finding time to just hang out with friends is difficult.

So how'd I manage to find the time for this one? A couple of days before the KSEX show I'd had a wisdom tooth removed by an oral surgeon. So I was in pain. And didn't really feel much like working. Work for me these days consists mostly of writing. I sit at my computer and work on my newest book or short story or whatever. Trying to concentrate with the pain I was in was too much, so I decided I would go to the radio station.

I had wanted to go, I had hoped to go. But if I had been able to work I might not have gone. So, it was good to see old friends and people I knew. I hadn't seen Jenna in a while. She's looking great; and you can see that for yourselves. I took some hot pics while at KSEX. They've just recently been uploaded to my website (http://www.taliesinthebard.com/ksex01.htm). I also hadn't seen Rachel Worth (http://www.worth-a-million.com) for some time either. Steve Nelson (http://www.ainews.com) and Tod Hunter (http://www.avninsider.com) were also there reporting on the show. And it was a fun show.

Jason is a fabulous radio host. He sometimes drifts into some of the same shtick as Ross the Intern (from the Tonight Show), but he definitely has an appealing on-air persona. We all had a really good time.

Porn Happens

Frankincense writes: 10:30 am and I decide it would be a good day to make my Costco Wholesale warehouse run. Over the years I've realized that gross consumption of commodities to promote economic growth in the community only benefits those who live outside the community; therefore, in my stand against capitalist entrepreneurialism, I drafted the "COSTCO CHARTER"

Article 1. Personal possessions; From this day forward, I shall only buy my personal possessions from a Costco wholesale warehouse. Malls make me vomit. Filled with snotty little kids and stale air filled with God knows what diseases. Their trendy stores filled with designer crap made by slave labor in Guatemala, playing the latest Brittany songs so loud I want to pull out an AK-47 and demand John Tesh in concert to be played in all stores or the fat kid gets it.

And the merchandise? Clothes I wouldn't be caught wearing from stores run by post high school apathetic drones and gum snapping tarts that have blue hair and bad skin. I would dread the day I was given a "mall" shirt later to see the identical one worn by an angry gang-banger robbing a 7-11. Not my style; I have no style and like it that way.

Article 2. I shall only shop on those hours when wholesale account holders are allowed in; therefore avoiding those vacuous bourgeois belonging to group memberships like government and corporation accounts.

I hate encountering a waddling porcine wife of a school principal as she slobbers over her cell phone talking so loudly about her heat rash and how she is looking for Gold Bond Medicated powder for her chaffing, corpulent thighs as she parks her cart in the isle, blocking everyone from passing. "GET OUT OF MY WAY PETUNIA!" I have been known to yell with utter disgust at those like her having a total lack of any social decorum. Or the clueless dapper dan waving a giant box of tampons at his wife, while she's over ogling over the candy isle, Yelling "FRAN! Do we really need these!" Obviously she's post menopausal but I don't need to have yuppie scum waving personal hygiene products about like they are an American flag. Fran's husband; a total clueless sheep.

Wholesale people know what they want and damn it, we get the job done! I love to see the well dressed Korean man in line with a dolly stacked 5 feet high with Diet Pepsi and 400 cartons of smokes. This guy means business. I make it clear to anyone near me I don't like my space invaded and I will throw things if provoked. People know to stay clear of the likes of me.

Article 3. If COSTCO doesn't have it; I don't need it. After all, Costco jeans fit me fine at $12 Vs $30 for Levi's, They sell everything from furniture to fresh Atlantic salmon. Tools, garden supplies, catering, even prescriptions. All can be purchased at COSTCO for basic sustainable living. Some even have gasoline stations at a cheaper price. I'm wondering when they will have an adult section to put Hustler and Le Sex Shoppes out of business.

Article 4. If COSTCO doesn't have it, Home Depot does. OK so the occasional run to Home Depot is essential for any man, if nothing more than to bolster his ego as he inspects the vast array of sledge hammers or welders. It gives a man the sense of power and privilege...plus they have pretty flowers for my greenhouse window.

Article 5. If Article 3 or 4 do not apply; improvise or use the Internet. I must admit that for those occasions when a good cigar is desired, or high end pro-sumer electronics are needed, there's always the Internet.

Article 6. For those items you buy in bulk that you will not use; give it away; you'll still save money. Sal Price, when he started the Priceclub line, was brilliant in starting his chains of wholesale warehouses claiming "I have a warehouse of stuff that no one really needs but its so cheap they can't refuse the good deal."

It is true, I doubt I've ever left a Priceclub, now Costco spending less than $200. BUT the deals I got! So off I go to Costco Northridge, not unlike the plains drifter who made his monthly visit to the general store to stock up on flour, coffee, smokes, bullets, lard, whiskey and jerky. Staples for a simple life.

After my methodical journey through every row like a laboratory rat running a maze pushing a giant dolly, stocked with my essentials, I made my way to the registers. In front of me was a bubbly woman in a tank top, daisy dukes, high top tennies, and a cap. Her hair was pulled thru the back and she had the look that she was on a mission. Her cart was piled high. Assorted bottled waters, Gatorades and soft drinks, bulk veggies and dips, powerbars, a dozen catering platters with snack foods and sandwiches, and the assorted chips and munchies; she's having a party.

As I stood watching her load this enormous amount of consumables on checkout ramp, a few things caught my eye. Baby wipes. A dozen containers of baby wipes. OK, so she was neat. Then went the bulk packages of fleet enemas. I thought that a bit odd for a party but this was Northridge; anything is normal given the right crowd. Then the few 8 packs of Massingil douches; OK, .......

I'm starting to understand what kind of party this woman is catering. As the assorted party favors were checked, she turned to me and smiled. I had seen her before. Looking at her cap I realized where she was off to...."Hustler" it said. She asks the cashier if they carried cases of rolling papers or 6 packs of lube. I laughed under my breath. "I'm sorry I have so much" she said to me as I smiled. I didn't care, every time she bent over I could see her tits through her tank top. "Not a problem, I know you'll be running out for more junk when the crew eats all the good stuff and the 'stars' start bitching."

Yes, this girl was catering a porn shoot that day. "Where are you filming?" I asked with a grin. "OOh.... North of Ventura (blvd.), How did you know it was for a set?" she asked. I pointed to the enemas, douches and baby wipes...... "Lucky guess" I chuckled. "Yeah right! She fluttered back........I've seen you before, are you in the industry?"

"No Ma'am", tipping my invisible cowboy hat, "I'm just a drifter passin through, thought I'd stock up on some grub and supplies before headin out... I'm a drifter" ........

She giggled. "Well, see ya later, stranger", she said in a cute Gary Cooper fashion. Ya see, in this place called the porn valley, even a drifter can't help but run into that machine that is the "industry"..........No matter if you're belly up to the bar, drinkin rotgut or at the general store, buyin simples for your meager life; porn happens.

Xcitement Magazine’s Cindi Loftus does Miami

Here are my journal entries made at the Internext convention:

Thursday, August 8, 2002 3:30 P.M.

I tooled down Federal Highway with the wind blowing through my hair, (my a/c died yesterday), relishing the fact that there would be no 15 hour travel today; no airports, no layovers, no security checks, no flight delays. Yeah! Instead, after a one hour drive I pulled up to my hotel, The Ramada Resort on Hollywood Beach. I checked in and was pleasantly surprised when I opened the door to my room and it turned out to be a suite! I then went for a walk on the beach all the way down to the Diplomat hotel to pick up my convention passes. It is Internext Miami; a fun weekend gathering of adult website folks. I then walked back up the beach completing a three mile round-trip. That’s about the most exercise I’ve had since high school gym class. That night I attended my first party on the yacht Victory which was docked in the Intercoastal across the street from the Diplomat. Lots of fun, drinks and laughs courtesy of Gof---Yourself.com and Adult.com. The boat was packed and overflowed onto the dock. Everyone had a blast.

After the party I headed back to my hotel and called Bisexual Britni on her cel. I know she was attending a party on another floor of my hotel. I got her answering machine, uhh. I kept trying and finally got a hold of her at 1:30am. But alas, Britni had already left the building and was back in her hotel ready for bed. Congratulations Brit on winning a Web Girl Award

Friday, August 9 11:00am

I just rolled out of bed. Long day (and night) yesterday. I got dressed and headed over for the first day of the convention. The whole Diplomat was closed to the public for our big event. It felt wonderful to walk around in the crowd and know that EVERYONE I saw was involved in the adult industry. I was among “my people,” and it was great! I saw some well-known people; Ron Jeremy, Max Hardcore, Bill Margold, Al Goldstein and Brittney Andrews. There were also lots of pretty web girls floating around. I took lots of pics and just walked around to enjoy the people. The best booth in my opinion was Cybererotica (CECash.com). They had a huge area, like a sun porch. The bars were giving out free drinks. A DJ played some great tunes. The stage was set up like a game show and there were prizes for the winner. Tuxedo wearing waiters were walking around with trays of glazed chicken and various caviar/cheese/ cracker type of things. (If I can’t tell what it is by looking, I ain’t tasting) CE girls were handing out belly shirts, G-strings, hats and more. They definitely had the best giveaways.( See our model, Jewel, wearing the whole CE get up) There were ten computers with internet access to use so you could check your email back home or just surf.

I took a couple hours off to relax in my hotel room because I knew I was attending

a late night event. The Hot ‘n Sticky webmaster Lingerie party was supposed to be wild and last from 11pm until 4am. Free food, drinks, music plus lots of beautiful people in lingerie and lap dances were promised. I arrived at 11:10 walked around taking pictures of cool people dressed in various lingerie outfits. By midnight the place was jammed. It was so packed I could no longer walk around freely to take pictures. I decided to leave, but it was even harder to get out because there were about a hundred people stuffed into a small hallway trying to get in. After I spent ten hot sweaty crushing minutes swimming up stream I made it to the elevator area. I did get a few more pics of people arriving at the party right before the hotel security started no longer letting people get off the elevator. They were sending the crowded cars right back down to the lobby. I’m glad I got out when I did. Unfortunately, I never did see or get a lap dance.

As I left I over heard an undercover cop talking to a uniformed officer. Undercover said “There is illegal activity going on in this party.” Uniform says “What are they doing, having sex in the hallways? “No, but there is marijuana smoking going on” says undercover. I don’t think they busted anyone, I would have heard about it

I ended up back at my hotel room watching Sally Jessie Rafael by 1am.

Saturday, August 8

I woke up way too early (9am). I didn’t have to be at the convention until the afternoon. So I decided to do a touristy thing. I went to the Graves Museum of Archaeology in Dania.

In the afternoon I went to the convention. I got autographs and pictures from Jill Kelly contract girl Haven and Aria Giovanni. I also ran into another beautiful girl who looked so familiar to me, but I couldn’t place her. When I introduced myself and she said her name was Ryan Conner, even the name sounded familiar to me. I told her I knew her from somewhere… and then it hit me! She was a friend of Dave Cummings and he had mentioned her in his column and she had appeared in his movies! AHA!

Then I went on to the Players Pool Party where they were holding a bikini contest. I hooked up with my friend (and PR director for Digital Playground) Adella. We watched six hot contestants do sexy dancing and stripping for us. It was a close race judged by a variety of industry people including a writer from AVN, Samantha (head of Digital Playground) and a midget with a scary mask on. Second runner up was Arianna. She’s new in the business, but definitely has potential with her hot Latin looks and sexy accent.

Okay.. “Freek Fest” is to be my last party of the weekend and it turned out to be my favorite. I worked through my fatigue and arrived at the event at 11:15. (11pm-4am party sponsored by Ethernext.com) Luckily it was in the Club Atlantic which was right in my hotel .Free beer, naked women getting airbrushed and a DJ who had the brains to keep the music at a talk able level. I met some great people including Rich and Neil who sat next to me at the bar and we ended up talking for hours. They definitely kept me entertained. I stumbled up to my room at 3 am. Thank God it was just an elevator ride four stories up! I got back to my room and started my column. I also looked through my goodie bag, lotsa good stuff. Best gift? An X-rated DVD called New “Revelations from Adam and Eve. Best t-shirt? “Got Drugs?” from PharmacyCart.com

I awoke Sunday at 11am with the worst headache. A combination of drinks, lack of sleep and smoke from dry ice. I wouldn’t say I packed, it was more like I stuffed my gear into any available container, threw it in the car and headed home. It was a LOOOONNNGGG weekend. But would I do it again? I always say no. Did I miss my bed at home? Yes, but mostly I missed my family, my computer and my aloe vera toilet paper. A couple of months from now when it’s time for the next convention, I’ll forget about the pain and tiredness and I’ll be raring to go. See you all in Vegas at AVN!