Porn Newcomer Luc
Parry Surprised By Invitation To 'Cum' To His Highschool Reunion
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Luc Parry has done seven scenes. He writes this blog called "Diary
of a Porn Star," where he describes himself as: "Insatiable,
funny, professional. I've worked mainstream, I've got two degrees, went
to law school and, hell, I just wanna have some fun."
In
Luc's latest entry, he complains: "It has sadly come to my
attention that portions of my entries have been copied onto other websites,
as if they were news items for distribution. They were not."
Luc has no problem taking, without permission, photos from other sites
(such as lukeisback.com) and posting them on his blog, but if someone
quotes his site, he finds it upsetting.
I have no problem with anyone taking a few photos from this site so
long as they link back as Luc did.
Luc writes that according to the best of his knowledge, "it's
[the entry of a man into porn has] never been chronicled before."
He says he's been in a discussion about doing a documentary, presumably
about himself.
Luc writes that he will not let anyone turn him into a "look at me"
jackass.
In
a previous entry, he writes: "Fan mail is weird when you start
getting it. I mean, what's the big deal about working in porn?"
OK, so he's chronicling his journey into porn because nobody has done
it before, and is discussing doing a documentary on his journey, yet
he wonders what is the big deal about working in porn and getting fan
mail?
There should be a warning on sites such as blogger.com that: "Blogging
can be dangerous. You might reveal yourself to the world. You might
get a mirror to your mind, to quote Dennis Prager. You might not like
everything that you see in that mirror. You might realize you have some
delusions."
To quote Jonathan Tobin, "There's nothing people like more than
talking about themselves and nothing they like less than seeing it in
print."
In an April 8th post, Luc
takes offense at people who outed his work as a public sex performer.
Luc, if you want to lead a private life, don't work in porn in front
of the camera. As Bill Margold says, once your privates become public,
don't expect privacy. Porn is forever. It will quickly overwhelm your
every quality in the eyes of most people. No matter how distinguished
you are outside of porn, once you've done porn, you will primarily be
known as the porn person.
There's something frighteningly compelling in the amount of self-delusion
and unwillingness to take responsibility in Luc's
blogging. And I am pretty jaded to pornographers' delusions.
In his previous post to the one complaining about being outed, Luc
writes: "Not that I mind.
"Curious, too, that I'm suddenly being asked to "CUM" to my 15
year high school reunion, when no one exerted any effort to find me
for the 5 or 10 year reunion."
Luc headlines his April 5 post: "Let
the Stalking Begin." He says he's received messages from two
women that "he is the one." He doesn't know how to react.
From March
30: "Kat Kleevage [star of the world's fattest gangbang] arrived
with her boyfriend. I'd never seen Kat before, but damn
was she hot."
I inserted the link into Luc's post.
From Luc's
March 28 blog: "When I was at Sardo's this past Tuesday, that
was the word: when "he" finds out about me, he's gonna be pissed. Apparently
there's another "pretty boy" in the industry."
From March
23: "I've already been warned off dating girls IN the industry,
but ... well, who knows? Is the porn star destined to be alone and lonely?
Or CAN it work?"
March
22: "Who the hell are some of the people that go to AIM, that
the workers there are surprised by simple respect?"
They are porn people.
Martin Murphy writes in the May issue of XBiz about PSK: "It is
a place where newcomer Luc Parry can destroy Eminem's "Lose Yourself"
and still get a rousing applause from the audience."
Luc
Parry's Worst Scene Ever
Luc writes:
And her pussy was sore. She'd been pounded pretty severely by someone
earlier, who'd treated her like trash, and she was as tender as could
be. So she was understandably leery of me and having another cock put
in her pussy. And her pussy had stuff coming out of it. White stuff.
A lot of it. And not of the yeast infection variety. Something else.
Something mysterious that, thankfully, didn't smell or taste bad. But
it was a constant concern of hers, that something was wrong with her
pussy, that it looked bad, that it smelled and that she was sore.
After a time, I was told to leave, sans pop. She was completely passed
out, and they called in a replacement.
4/22/05
A Letter To Newcomer
Luc Parry
Tofer writes:
Luc,
You are hilarious dude! Starting with your name. Man, you have allowed
yourself to be moniker'ed after a 90's teen serial character, who was
openly laughed at even when the show was "hot".
I have had the pleasure of reading your self important blog. Classic
stuff! I especially loved the "Howard Stern/now it begins" entry. Yeah,
he's dying to book you. That 551 hit count on your website will seal
the deal. Hard not to bust a nut laughing at that one.
Now don't get me wrong. You seem to be of moderate intelligence. I
mean after all, to stockpile liberal arts degree's and flunk out of
law school you gotta be kind of sharp.
What is your angle on this? I think I read something in there about
"being the only male talent to post diary entries and document their
journey." Newsflash dude, the other guys are smart enough to realize
no one gives a flying f---. That, and the fact that they are too busy
working. I guess perhaps there is a place for you, the Baudelaire of
porn. Blog away! The cheques are gonna be huge!
I just hope you realize that to the rest of the world you come across
as another LA loser sporting a hair "don't", attempting to pose his
way to the top.
I am not in the porn scene. Even from the outside looking in your "tactical"
approach is laughable. Yeah, make sure to align yourself with the lionlady
and Wankus. They carry some serious weight in the industry. The first
a joke, and the other reviled. And by all means, in your first month
on the job, manage two spectacular non-pops. Then whine on about one
of them in your blog. You really don't get it do you.
Those "200" guys on earth that you claim can do what you do. They would
have popped. No excuses, no long winded explainations. (So please don't
bother with the "you aren't in the bizz, you don't qualify for an opinion
approach" I could easily non-pop a couple of scenes and write boring
stories about my life.)
This leads to my next point. I loved the way you "called out" the nameless
other "prettyboy" porn-bot. The difference between him (Lockwood) and
you is that he is up to the task. (See the above paragraph.) He would
have popped and walked. He is not spending his time on the set thinking
about how to best portray his sensitive side on his daily porn blog.
I am really not trying to be mean-spirited. I think, in fact that I
am doing you a favour. Can you really be this naive? They are going
to chew you up and spit you out. Get out, semi-gracefully, while you
still can.
BTW, the only reason I happened upon you at all was through L.F.'s
site. Maybe you can consult with him on the finer points of self deprecation,
a skill you badly need to hone.
Best of luck "porn star."
2/21/06
The Return Of Luc Parry
Not to porn, but he's
writing online on MySpace:
Friendster ... MySpace ... these sites used to be about staying in
touch with old friends, or making new friends with friends of friends,
or just scouring the planet for that one other soul who loves Explosions
In The Sky. It's since become that amazing new game, "I have more friends
than you have!" It's ridiculous how much time people spend here. Silly.
Time spent "meeting" people online when there are hundreds of thousands
of people outside your door, waiting to be met. Having a self-indulged
self-esteem trip everytime you add a new friend. Amassing friends online
is like having a huge jar of pennies that no bank will cash in. So that's
my rant. It's not that I don't like MySpace or Friendster, they're all
fine and good, whatever. It's just that time is better spent doing real
stuff, meeting real people, giving someone a sincere compliment, in
person, rather than a personal comment for the world to enjoy. Interesting
social dynamic, but if it doesn't make its way into the real world --
it's just fantasy. And again, fantasy is good and all -- but I'd rather
make the fantasy real offline. Online, it's just a few 1s and 0s.
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