Who Cried For Leticia 'Eva Lux' Blake?
She starred in Bang My White Tight Ass 16, Bang My White Tight Ass 9, Brooke Hunter's Smokin' 2, Debbie Does Spanking 3, Fresh Porn Babes 6, Gonzoman 2, Itty Bitty Titty Lesbians, Lesbian Bukkake 2, Lesbian Swirl Fest 2, Lipstick And Latex, Mature Women With Younger Girls 11, Payne For Hire, Ransom, London Trespass Into Torture.
She died of a heroin overdose on September 20, 2005 at age 32.
Adult film actress, fetish model and noted blogger Eva Lux died at age 32. It was reported that Ms. Lux, real name Leticia Lynn Blake died of a heroin overdose. Alsana Sin, a fellow actress, model and blogger stated on her blog site that her friend Eva Lux died just hours after they had filmed a scene together. One of the people who posted a response on Ms. Sin’s website summed up my feelings exactly: "I’m tired of beautiful girls (or anybody) dying of drugs." I was fascinated by reading Ms. Lux’s own blog. It stopped four days before her death. She didn’t talk much about the world of porn, instead, she talked about the world, the daily grind, friends, religion and philosophy. Stay away from drugs folks. Prayers of comfort for her family and friends.
Eva last logged into her MySpace profile a week before she died (September 13, 2005).
Photo by Christopher of SFX magazine
Photo by Critter of www.fetishmystique.com
Photo by Victor of www.lightworship.com
Photo by Christine Kessler of myfetishdiary.com
Coondog for www.vacbed.com
Photo by Becker of www.thebecker.com
Photo by Critter at a Tim Dolph Dolph shoot
Eva Lux made her last MySpace blog Sunday, September 04, 2005:
Your Panties can HELP Hurricane Victims!!!
Here’s your chance to be naughty AND nice and show that perverts care too! Alsana Sin and Eva Lux are collecting panties, thongs and stockings to be auctioned off in one big lot on erosbids.com. We need naughty girls to donate sexy used items preferably with a signed Polaroid or 8x10 (but anything helps). Whether you’re a horny housewife, the girl next store or a diva fetish model, your dirty under things can help! Strip, send and save lives!
But it was not her last blog. That was on LiveJournal Sept 16, 2005:
My new job is so...utterly...tedious. I basically just answer the phone, file, and do spreadsheets on Microsoft Excel all day. I feel like an ingrate because it's close to my house, it's a great environment, and everyone is really nice. It's just so f-ing boring. I guess most peoples' jobs are boring. I guess this is what you call being an adult.
I never wanted to accept that. I've always believed that life is what you make it. So for a while there my life was more or less one big party. I guess it's normal to feel like life is boring and tedious when the party is over and it's time to go home. I always find something fun to do on the weekends because otherwise I'd go insane. The important thing is to have some balance, which is something I've tended not to be so good at in my life. I think I'm getting better at it as I get older.
I just can't wait for November to get here so I can get the heck outta Orange County and move in with my buddy Angela in the valley and be close to my friends and not have to drive an hour-and-a-half to see the people I care about. I've been trying to cultivate mindfulness and this anticipation is messing it up because all I do is daydream about stuff like how I'm going to decorate my room and how I'm going to spend my money and what a brilliant writer I'll be when I get my time and privacy back.
...My first instinct was to say that I'd rather have a boring low-stress job. But on second thought, I guess it depends on what you mean by challenging. Intellectually stimulating and challenging, yes; being a nurse in an emergency room challenging, HELL NO. And I'd have to be making A LOT of money to be ok with working on the weekends and being consistently sleep deprived. Been there, done that, over it.
Warren Ellis writes Sept 21, 2005:
It's been about a week since I last spoke to Leticia. She'd just started a new temp secretarial job, and was working her little arse off. I think the last note I got was that she loved JONES #3, a script I'd talked to her about way back when. Her name was Leticia Blake, but she worked in the adult film industry as Eva Lux. Mostly fetish stuff -- BDSM, fringe things like electro-play, a little gonzo. She'd giggle about the titles: Black Dicks In White Chicks. She'd hit a bad patch a while back, but was putting her life back together. She was about six weeks away from moving in with a friend, a stable one, was modelling again, and was working up to recommencing her writing.
I woke up this morning to a note from a mutual friend that Leticia died yesterday afternoon. I don't really feel like telling you how.
I'm bothered by the idea that, by the end of the day, Leticia could be written off as another adult film statistic. She subtitled her blog "Diary of a Pleasure Activist." She was smart, and she didn't fool herself about a goddamn thing. She knew she was the epitome of the Oscar Wilde line: "I can resist everything except temptation." She had the writer's need to write, but life kept getting in the way. Our mutual friend is a shaman and ceremonialist. On Thursday night, she's lighting candles for Leticia. Me, I'm having a glass of white wine. She'd always have a glass of white, some Californian muck chilled to within an inch of its life, during our marathon conversations.
I'm going to miss you, sweetheart.
Leticia Blake writes Sept 4, 2005:
Blog Ratings... Did you know there's a site that rates blogs? I found this last night. I have 8.77 points out of 10, ranked 47th our of 217 in the adult blogs category. It's funny to me that I'm in the adult section because I hardly ever talk about sex or porn and when I do, I tend to talk about my thoughts and feelings on the subject rather than the act itself or anything prurient. If you're reading this, you obviously have access to an internet connection and thus more porn than any human being could reasonably need. I find it much more interesting to talk about the dynamics of my unorthodox relationships and profession and how that's effecting my life rather than "yeah he tied me up and we fucked and he drove me to trembling heights of erotic ecstacy and then I swallowed every bit of his hot seed and then he untied me and we ate pizza". That shit is just boring to me. I'd probably have a higher rating if I talked dirty more. It's really weird to me that I even care.
Leticia writes Sept 4, 2005 about Katrina:
I woke up this morning to Critter literally yelling at the tv because he was so pissed off. They were interviewing the Director of FEMA and he was lying like a damned rug. It was disgusting. I can't even muster up the energy to get mad about it because I have yet to work my way through the dull shock of disbelief. I just can't believe how bad this is. It's like the powers that be wanted people to die. I really think that's what it is. They're thinning the herd. The majority of people who weren't able to evacuate were poor. In this country, the life a poor person has never been worth much. It's like this: you fuck with city dwellers and they riot. Fuck with the peasants and they die. A few more people off the welfare rolls. A lot of people think this is a racial issue because a lot of the people who are suffering right now are of African descent and the government isn't exactly going out of their way to help. Maybe I'm being naive here, but I think it's a class thing rather than a race thing. I grew up in a rural area. Basically we were poor white trash. When you've got no money and no power, it doesn't particularly matter what race you are. You don't matter. The powers that be would just as soon thin the herd.
I don't think the government is merely incompetent. I think they did this on purpose. Wal-Mart sent three tucks loaded with water to the disaster site. The National Guard turned the trucks away because they supposedly weren't needed. How else do you explain something like this? I think they're slaughtering the poor because the government views them as cannon fodder and a drain on our resources. The fact that most of them are of African descent is just gravy.
I've got a date with the dyke tonight. I have to let her down gently. I'm just not feeling it. One of my housemates suggested I have her break me off a little sumptin'sumptin' because it's been so long since I've been with a girl, I outta just to make sure I remember how. But I can't use a woman that way. I wouldn't feel right about it. After I let her down gently, it's off to services.
I'm jonesing to see Rabbi Nancy do her thing-and it's ask the Rabbi night! w00t! There's a q&a after the regular service and I'm looking forward to it. No I'm not jewish. Yes, I know this is weird. One of these days I'll explain what this is all about but today is not that day.
Doing a shoot tomorrow for some guy who does Playboy type stuff. Translation: I'm going to look pretty and the pics will be boring. But hey it's a job.
I'm working for a mortgage escrow company in Laguna today. I'll be here for another week. I just got done working for the Mission Viejo branch of the same company. I thought I was going to have today off so I had a big long to-do list (most important item-work on my tan) and then they called me at 8 am saying they wanted me to come work here for a week. So I was annoyed but whatever it's money. Oh the joys of working temp secretarial.
Leticia blogs December 7, 2003:
This entry started out totally different, but I was a few sentences in and The Boyfriend said "are you sure you want to write that?" I got really annoyed and deleted what I'd written and was all mad at him for interrupting my flow and being critical. He wasn't even criticizing. If I'm going to put my writing on the net I shouldn't be that sensitive but I guess I am. I'm annoyed at him and I feel like a total bitch for being annoyed. I hate feeling this way.
...The Boyfriend tied me up and did evil things to me last night. I have some scratches on my waist whee the chain was diggin in into my skin. Thank you sweetheart!
...I started dancing as much for the attention as the money. Once in a while I met a woman like myself. Melissa was one of these: an unabashed exhibitionist. Everything about her screamed sex. And not in curving elegant letters. It was the glowing neon of a sign in an old film noire. In her world, it was always raining and the air was always smoky and a man in a fedora was rapidly losing his resolve while a woman in a vintage slip and stockings with seams on them and red lipsick was walking towards him slowly while the smoke from her cigarette whirls towards the heavens as her heels make the floorboards speak and the sign just outside the window flashes "MOTEL...MOTEL...MOTEL..."
...I've got to stop posting so much. People are going to think I just have no life at all right now and sit in front of the computer all day. Which happens to be accurate but...ya know...I don't want people to THINK that. I miss The Boyfriend. He's working. Darn him. I want him to work and make a lot of money AND be home to cook for me at the same time. Yup. That's what I want. I want The Boyfriend to be in two places at the SAME TIME for the sake of my dinner. That's why people like me. It's 'cause I'm reasonable. And cheerful. *sigh*
Thursday night, May 4, I call Rob Spallone, producer of her Tight Ass and Lesbian Swirl Fest movies.
Rob: "Hey bud, I'm going to call you tomorrow when I'm with her [Crystal, star of World's Oldest Gangbang, for which Rob desperately needs male talent over 60]."
Luke: "Do you remember Leticia Blake aka Eva Lux? She worked for you."
Rob: "Probably. What's the matter?"
Luke: "She's dead."
Rob: "How?"
Luke: "Heroin overdose."
Rob: "Acch. Call me tomorrow."